#had to give him little fangies just because

[raggedy-sam]

Obey Me! Is my new hyperfixation, so here's some Asmo. 💕

[kayesfanfics]

X-Men 97’ Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: ‼️X-MEN 97’ SPOILERS‼️, smut under the cut, cuteness overload-

A/N: KURT IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE X-MAN/MARVEL CHARACTER IN GENERAL I ADORE HIM SO OF COURSE I HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AFTER THE NEW EPISODE. I really hope we see him join the team or at least just more of him!

You were a mutant on Genosha when you met Kurt, he had helped show you and the other mutants around from your ship the island, and you had followed the handsome blue boy around like a lost little puppy. He was charming and mischievous, flirty with a cute fangy smile on his face. After the official tour was over, you asked him to show you some hidden gems of the island, to which he bowed and kissed your hand, “As you wish!” before teleporting the two of you away from the crowd. He had showed you a beautiful, peaceful and tropical spot away from everyone else, where the two of you got to know each other, soon becoming friends and meeting at that spot almost every day

He’d ask you out on a date pretty quick, he’s not shy about flirting at all and will make it clear that he finds you attractive and would like to know you more intimately. He’d take you to a nice restaurant, showing up in a dashing suit to impress you and his curls gelled back in a slick style. Will compliment you on your dress/suit and have you twirl for him to see the full outfit, saying “Mein gott! You look absolutely stunning, liebe!” before pulling out your seat for you like a gentleman and ordering a nice bottle of wine for the both of you to have with your dinner

After dinner you go for a walk around the gardens, holding Kurt’s arm he held out for you. His tail would curl around one of your legs as you talked, sitting on a bench together to view the night sky above the beautiful greenery together. He’d want to know your life story and would share his with you, he’d want to know what you like to do, what you hate, what you’re afraid of, what you love, and he’d share all of that about himself with you as well

After a few dates you became official, more often than not staying with each other in your homes (we’ll get to what goes on in the bedroom later😉). He’s a huge cuddler for sure, wants both his arms around you and his tail curled around your waist or leg. He doesn’t mind being big spoon or little spoon, he’s perfectly content and happy with both and just wants to feel your skin against his. He’s big on physical affection and PDA, he just loves you so much and he’s a physical guy in general. Wants to be able to hold your hand, give you kisses, wrap an arm around your waist, anything as long as he touching you in some way. Plus he likes to show off how lucky he got with you, showing you off and always making sure everyone knows he’s taken. He’s highly sought after, after all (if you ask him)

He’s always got a date planned, he’s definitely not one of those guys that lets the other do all the work in the relationship. He’ll take you to your favorite restaurants, do your favorite activities, anything you would like to do. He’s adventurous and will try anything once, and will always make an effort to do things you enjoy. He will teach you some sword fighting skills, just you know how to use them and plus, do some borderline erotic sparring sessions with him of course! It’s something he enjoys and wants to do with you, but if he ever cut you with a sword he’d want to damn himself to Hell because HOW DARE HE GIVE YOU A CUT LESS THAN A CENTIMETER LONG?! HE’S THE WORST PERSON TO EVER EXIST. He will bandage it and kiss it better, begging your forgiveness despite you already saying it wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t even hurt at all

When you were recruited to the X-Men, he was offered a spot as well so the both of you packed up and moved to the X-Mansion so you could help mutants from there. On missions, he’ll always catch you if you fall and teleport you out of harms way. Definitely flirts during battle as well and likes to show off his skills to you, making you giggle and smile at him before focusing back on the mission. If you get hurt during it, he’ll teleport you to the mansion immediately to the medical room before going to help his teammates so he can get you their help quicker. Will spend lots of time with you and cuddle with you while you recover, you don’t have to lift a finger, this man will get you whatever you want

He does like to tease you a lot, things like squeezing your butt as you walk by or giving it a light smack with his tail. Will whisper innuendos and jokes to you during important meetings and such to make you giggle, to which Scott gives you a deadpan stare until the two of you refocus. His tail will move up your pants or skirt under the table, making your face heat up

He’s constantly winning you over long after you’ve become official. Will still bring you flowers, will still flirt with you, but he’s also the type to be like “Would you still love me if I was a bug?” He does need some reassurance due to his looks and how he’s been hated because of them, like, HE knows he’s sexy, but he wants to make sure YOU think he’s sexy. And you assure him you think he is⬇️⬇️

NSFW Under the Cut

Oh he is SUCH a lover boy. He’s more focused on your pleasure than his own for sure, and my man is SKILLED and EXPERIENCED (everyone wants a taste of the fuzzy man-). His hands will be all over your body, even his tail will be wrapped around you as well, and he’ll be mindlessly blabbering on and on in English and German about how much he loves you and how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are. My dude is AMAZING at giving you head, doesn’t matter which genitals you have, he’s got experience with both and will have your legs shaking and your back arched far off the bed during round one. If you’re AFAB, he’d know exactly where the clit is and exactly how to pleasure it, rather than just roughly rubbing it and calling it good. If you’re AMAB, he’d for sure be fingering your ass while sucking you off, his other hand squeezing your thigh and spreading your legs for him while his tail holds your other leg for him, or even smacks your ass with it teasingly

You often insist on giving him head in return, which of course he doesn’t mind but HE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE SEX ABOUT YOU, when you want to make it about HIM sometimes. He’s so loving, caring and sweet to you, you just want to show him how much you love him as well and sometimes have to get that through his fuzzy head. He loves body worship for sure, so he’d love to hear you say how hot and sexy and handsome and adorable and beautiful he is while the two of you make love to each other, it’d make him cum 10x harder and faster

He’d lowkey be kind of basic and love missionary, but he’s certainly not vanilla. He just wants to be able to see your face and to hold you close to him, so missionary tends to be good for that, but he’d also love it if you rode him and watch your chest bounce and toss your head back at the feeling of his cock inside of you. I honestly think he’s got more girth and length, but definitely not too short at all and would fit perfectly inside of you. He also likes to hold your hand during sex, which may be cheesy but he just wants to make sure you’re okay the whole time

Being in a mansion with many others, it is sometimes hard to find privacy and quiet time for longer than 20 minutes, so he’ll sometimes teleport the two of you elsewhere so you’re not interrupted. When in your room at the mansion though, he likes to make you scream while teasing you to be quiet and that someone will hear you, covering your mouth with his hand or kissing you muffle your loud moans and whines for him. But when the two of you walk out to the living quarters to join some of the others, Jubilee and Roberto will not make eye contact, Morph will give Kurt a knowing smirk and a high five, while Gambit outright says “You know we could hear y’all at it all the way down here-“ before Scott gives you two the disappointed dad look and says “There are children residing here.”

Kurt: And how exactly did Jean get pregnant?

Scott: 😳

Kurt: Yeah, that’s what I thought-

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I feel compelled to expand upon the previous fae/folklore! Batboys headcanons:

-Bruce is just a straight up normal human. I think this provides a great opportunity for angst because unlike his immortal? children Bruce does age and it terrifies them. And Bruce is young he’s in his early 30s but like his knees will crack a little or his back is slightly stiff after a bad patrol and it just sends them into a spiral because they cannot fathom their dad not being around forever. I can definitely imagine them trying to strong arm Bruce into becoming some flavor of unaging. You could go super dark or just more generally emotional angst but damn the possibilities.

-Cass is giving me shadow person. Very cryptid of her. I’m not sure that I have a clear backstory for her worked out yet. Either magic gone wrong or she’s another flavor of undead like Jason and Tim. I like to imagine she just hovers over people at night to be creepy.

-Originally I wanted to say Duke was a Will-o-the-wisp. But I’m not really sure it fits, especially since he’s primarily active during the day. Then it hit me. Mothman. My lamplight boy is a moth creature. I like the idea of him hiding his little antenna under a beany and wearing sunglasses. The wings would be difficult. But my boy is creative.

- I think Steph and Barbara are also human like Bruce they just are extra bad ass.

-Coming back to life as a magical creature warps peoples memories and emotions from both the trauma and changing into something not human. Tim is significantly less effected than Jason, at least outwardly, because he was only a toddler when he died so he didn’t have many memories or experiences to draw from, but Jason was super volatile. His memories surrounding Willis became even more dark while his memories of his mother sort of glossed over her absentee parenting and drug use. Jason can’t help but struggle with associating the negative learned experience he had with his first paternal figure with Bruce. Jason ends up going to live with Talia for a while because he doesn’t want to feel that way about his dad anymore.

-Basically I think Jason, at least mentally, is the most human of Bruce’s kids besides Damian because he actually lived a life as a human, where as Tim changed so young that he doesn’t really know how to be anything but his extremely disturbing self.

-I think Gotham just has major ‘I do not see it’ energy. Like The Batfamily? Demons from hell. The Wayne’s? Hot neurodivergent people. Did you see Dick Grayson unhinge his jaw like a fucking snake at a gala? No you didn’t he just has a really big smile. Jason Todd??? Has scales??? Nope actually he just developed early onset Eczema and he’s really self conscious about it how dare you! Tim Drake sucking the blood of the himbo blonde boy? Everyone knows Tim and Bernard are total freaks. Cassandra Cain is your sleep paralysis demon? Honestly fair.

-It’s totally a coincidence that strange misfortune befalls anyone who threatens the Wayne’s!

-Clark is Bruce’s favorite man to sleep on so he gets a pass. I don’t know why but a midwestern spin on the story of princess kaguya lives in my head rent free. Like Martha Kent is just shucking corn and then boom baby in the corn. We call that children of the corn. I still love to imagine him being like so perfect that it’s high key alien, but his little sharp nails and fangies! Maybe even slightly pointy ears. And like Clark fully thinks he is human, like his parents don’t tell him humans can’t fly until he’s in kindergarten, and even then they just tell him he is special and learned super fast and shouldn’t embarrass the other kids and Clark is such a Good BoyTM that he just never uses his powers in public cause he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Like bro doesn’t learn he is adopted until he is about to go to college, he is just straight up clueless.

-Clark learns Dick is a Fae creature when Batman brings Robin to the Watchtower cause he couldn’t get a baby sitter and Alfred doing some spooky shit like dusting the mausoleum. Like Batman just slinking around but there is this super colorful child with him. And then Dick turns and smiles and it’s just so wrong, like his mouth just stretching his face like some horror movie shit. Clark almost shots himself cause like what the fuck. Bruce told Dick to just ‘be himself’ so like he just thinks he’s being friendly. Despite being creepy as all hell Clark kinda thinks Dick is super adorable. Like was he spider crawling around the floor with all his limbs bent the wrong way while Bruce and Clark were talking? Yeah but then he just tugged on Bruce’s cape to ask for a juice box, like that’s a baby.

-Jason freaked him out in a different way. Since Jason is undead he doesn’t have a heartbeat and doesn’t need to breath so when he isn’t moving he makes literally zero noise. When he first met Clark he was just watching him from around corners and behind stair banisters and Clark was convinced he was losing his mind and hallucinating the kid from the Grudge. Then Bruce is just like “Oh you met Jason! He’s so sweet, just a little shy. He’s my second oldest! I think he likes you though.” And then a little grey blue slightly webbed hand just reaches around the corner to give a little wave and boom Clark would kill for him.

-Tim is similar in that Clark has trouble pinpointing his location because of a lack of normal bodily functions, but Tim has no idea what a boundary is. So like at first he’s a shy little toddler and then that night he’s crawling all over Clark and pranking him nonstop.

-Damian is a baby but like Clark looked in his eyes and just felt like this infant could see his past present and future and was judging him heavily. Clark was relieved cause at least he had a heartbeat.

-Cass lives to fuck with Clark. She’s Jason’s age but not only has no heartbeat and doesn’t breath, when she is in shadow form he can’t see her with X-ray vision. She can literally make herself undetectable to Superman. He learns this one night sleeping in a guest room at the manor. He gets the feeling he is being watched but can’t find anyone. Then right when he relaxes her arm shoots out from the darkness under his bed and grabs his leg. Clark screams so loud it cracks the window. And then just nearly silent muffled laughter as the arm retreats into the darkness. He X-Ray visions but nothing is there. He demands to stay in Bruce’s room after that. Bruce is just like “Oh that was just Cass. She likes playing practical jokes, she is my little princess!”

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Half-Ghost Billy Batson

(Inspired by a post that I can’t find😡😤. If you recognize it please let me know! I have searched. Everywhere. I remember it starts off with Billy contemplating how he’s different and his dad didn’t want him, and then Danny shows up.)

Danny Fenton grows up, gets crowned King of the Infinite Realms, and then discovers that time it weird in the Zone if the portal you came through doesn’t stay open. He’s been ruling for over a century, but it’s only been a few years on Earth. Early on he made sure to keep popping in and out to visit family and friends and keep up a human identity, and so was able to age normally too.

By the time he’s 25 (2015), he’s in a serious relationship with a woman named Mary Batson, and has decided to tell her about his other life. Before he can however, he is ‘killed’ in an explosion at his civilian job as an engineer.

He’s fine, but was weakened enough that he reverted to his core, and Clockwork retrieved him and took him to the Realms to heal. He does, goes discreetly looking for Mary, and discovers it been a year and she died in a car accident. Heartbroken, and with no civilian identity anymore, he starts spending all his time in the Zone, only making weekend trips to see family/friends.

Unknown to Danny, Mary was pregnant, gave birth, and little William ‘Billy’ Daniel Batson was saved via emergency C-Section after the accident and placed in foster care, because she had no family and no one looked into the father’s well enough. Mary only survived long enough to name her son and give them Danny’s name.

10 years later, Billy gains the title of Champion of Magic. The influx of so much magic also triggers his… other genes.

As Billy, he is faster and stronger and heals quicker and if he concentrates really hard he can turn invisible and walk through things— at least for a few moments. He also discovers that he’s essentially a cat, since he can hiss and purr and randomly sprout claws.

Billy only uses a mirror if he needs to give himself a haircut, but the next time he looks he notices the tiny little baby fangies. And that his eyes are more teal than blue, his hair has a few white spots in it, and his ears point a little more. No wonder no one’s been bothering him lately.

(He’s basically 75% human and 25% ghost, so unless he gets hosed down with pure ectoplasm and also eats a bunch of the stuff, he’s not going to be able to ‘go ghost’. He’s just hasn’t got enough Phantom in him to manage it.)

As Captain Marvel, the magic of his patrons and the Rock of Eternity kinda work as a counter-measure against the partially-dead thing, as the magic sees it as a threat to the Champion’s health and fights the genes’ effects like it’s a virus. So the magic is basically shutting down all of the actual powers he gets as Billy. But he does get little things that the magic doesn’t care about, like sharp little fangs and pointy ears.

Billy just thinks it’s all side effects of the magic, and uses his new ‘adaptations’ as Billy to survive on the streets.

The Justice League comes knocking about 6 months in, meet this huge chipper dude who can evenly match Superman and uses magic in a way that causes other magic users headaches and rage, and invite him to join.

That’s when they notice that he’s a bit… strange.

Not like, in a bad way! Just, the other day Batman did the ‘appear behind you from nowhere’ thing and when Marvel noticed he full on hissed at him, like a feral cat, before looking sheepish and apologizing.

A few weeks later, they’re rescuing some kidnapped meta kids and they find Marvel sitting cross-legged on the ground, several toddlers draped over him and a very distinct purring noice emanating from his chest.

A week after that, and Superman confides worriedly that sometimes Marvel’s heart will just… stop beating, and/or he’ll stop breathing, and that when his heartbeat is gone there seems to be a strange hum coming from the center of his chest.

Then another 2 weeks later, after a meeting, he and Flash were talking and they both laughed, but when Marvel did he just flashed these very sharp incisors that Flash swears are fangs.

And then one day they call him in to help fight some demons and one growls at him and he freakin growls back, bares his definitely fangs I told you so! And just freakin launches at the thing. They basically roll around like a couple of territorial tomcats, and at first Marvel is throwing punches and lighting but then the demon bites him and Marvel just… bites back.

And then he like… sprouts claws?! And then it really is like a cat fight, with these two just hissing and growling and clawing and biting until Marvel does something and the demon breaks away and flees, whimpering like a kicked dog. Superman has to snag Marvels cape and dodge some claws to keep the guy from chasing after it.

He’s covered in claw marks and scratches and there’s blood like everywhere but once they drag/convince/bully him into going back to the Watchtowers medbay, there’s nothing. The wounds are gone, the blood is fading away, and the suit is repairing itself. Marvel just shrugs and says magic, which, fair enough.

But then they have to have a talk about what the hell that was, and all Marvel can say for his feral-cat behavior is “I just heard him growl and had the uncontrollable urge to bite him. Like, he’s in my territory, and he’s gonna challenge me like that? Heck-no.”

…Territory? Territory?! What does that- does this possibly-immortal being consider all of Earth his territory? Is he secretly a Fae? An eldritch being in less terrifying form? Part demon himself? A cat transformed into a person?

Marvel shrugs.

“I never met my parents, so honestly any of those have a chance of being true.”

Oh No. Oh F*ck. Those were rhetorical!

Meanwhile, Danny is back on Earth and finds out from Tucker that Mary had a kid. They discover this because he was reported missing after he ran away and the cops tried to find out if there was any more family, and do a better job looking this time. Danny is ‘dead’ so they called the Drs Fenton, who told Jazz, who told Tucker, who dug around and realized oh sh*t, Danny has a son.

But they can’t tell Danny this, because some a-hole in a different dimension is trying to invade the Infinite Realms, so Danny has to go kick a**. The time in the other dimension is weird too, so several years pass on Earth by the time he stops the threat, locks away the demon Trigon, and finds a nice home in the Realms for the demon’s half-human orphaned daughter Raven, who fits in very well with the ghosts.

So, Danny’s back and between Tucker and Danny they figure out what city Billy is in, and Danny spends days flying around invisible feeling for any ectoplasm. He finds it, finds Billy facing down some wanna-be teenage gangsters, and watches with growing pride as his son hisses at them with his widdle baby fangs oh my Ancients!

So after the other kids flee from the ‘crazy demon kid’, Danny invisibly follows Billy back to his current hideout in the basement of an abandoned warehouse (only someone Billy-sized or smaller would be able to fit through the window, and then they’d have to do it again to get into his little blocked-off closet. Smart. Very smart. I have such a smart kid, the family will Love him!)

Danny doesn’t want to freak his kid out— strange man+small space=bad no-no— so he just settles himself in front of the exit and starts chirping. Calling.

Billy, who has never heard the sound before, still knows what it means. Can’t resist following it out of his hidey-hole. Sees the man, cross-legged on the ground, sees his blue eyes flash green-green-green and knows.

“Hi, Billy. Is so good to meet you!”

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2015: Danny=25

2016: Billy born

2027: Billy=11, Danny=27

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@stealingyourbones

Hope you guys like this!

[ruggiethethuggie]

R U G T O B E R

wc: 781 a/n: i'm telling you now, I may fall short on this but we will do our best lmao and idk what happened to my cute banner. forgive me.

“♪♪ Spooky Scary Skeletons, Send shivers down your spine~”

You had been cleaning around the Ramshackle dorm all day because to be honest, it just needed more TLC than what you had been able to give it lately. It was the last day of September, but this was just the beginning of your real spooky season.

Every year you’d do a deep clean and then decorate your home in festive decorations. Bright green and purple witches’ hats and cauldrons, a bucket on every table with Halloween candies, and your favorite ghosts and pumpkins placed in just the right spots.

Decorating Ramshackle felt different than when you’d do your house back home, but you were trying to make the best of it since this was your favorite holiday. So you woke up this morning and immediately got to work and turned on your spooky music playlist after breakfast.

DING DONG !

You stopped in your tracks, trying to figure out why on earth someone would be here this early- and on the weekend nonetheless. You tossed your cleaning rag onto the couch and opened the front door. 

“Hi, I have some pumpkin spice drinks for-,” they acted like they were reading a nonexistent label on the two drinks in their hands. “For a Y/N? Do you know them? They’re still supposed to tip me for these~”

The hyena beastman standing in your doorway gave a fangy grin as he handed you one of the drinks. “Rug, what are you doing here? Do you realize how early it is?” You stepped aside so he could come inside the dorm.

“Mmph,” he said with a nod as he drank his drink and plopped down on the couch, scooting the dirty cleaning rag away from him with his hand. He placed his drink on the coffee table, making sure he was using the coasters sitting out.

“I mean, yeah, I know what time it is. It’s spooky time.” You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled. “Okay, sure, but why not come over later? It’s like the crack ass of dawn right now,” you said as you leaned over the back of the couch next to him. “What? You don’t want my help? Aren’t you putting up your decorations today? Sure looks like you could use me. Y’know I used to work for a Spirit Halloween one time. It was a seasonal gig, but this guy was the one in charge of putting up all the displays.” 

He looked so proud of himself as he spoke; he was so happy to share his Halloween decoration accomplishments with you. “Oh, wow~” you said sarcastically. “You mean I’m here with a world renowned Halloween decorating connoisseur? And to think I go to the same school as them! Amazing…”

“Alright, butthead. I guess I’ll just leave then.” He got up from the couch and grabbed his drink. “Ahhh, guess all those… fun… fall ideas I had can go down the drain…,” he said in a sulking tone as he took a few steps towards the door before turning back to look at you.

“Don’t give me those eyes, you heathen.” You playfully glared at him, racking your brain to figure out his silly little schemes. “What kind of ‘fun fall ideas’ are you talking about?”

“Oh… it’s nothing. Nothing you wanna go do with me anyways. Guess I’ll have to find another to enjoy this Rugtober with.” He had his hand on the doorknob and a wide grin on his face as he looked at you. He knew what he was doing.

“Rugtober? What the hell is that?” you chuckled as you put your drink down and grabbed your cleaning rag once again.

“Uhh?! Only the best time of the year- and if you wanna join, you have to get a ticket from yours truly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him again and crossed your arms over your chest. “What’s the ticket gonna cost me?”

Ruggie opened the door and took another big sip of his drink. “Where’s the fun in me telling you? I’ll see you tomorrow, at the crack ass of dawn again, shyeheehee~”

“HEY?!” you shouted to him, his head popping back in before the door shut completely. “You’re just gonna leave? I thought you came to help decorate?!”

Ruggie looked around and snickered. “You look like you got it taken care of, Y/N. Seee youuu tomorrroowwwww~,” he sang as the door shut. You stood there and wondered what plans this “Rugtober” season would bring to you. At least this stupid pumpkin drink he brought you was going to fuel you through your cleaning, but you couldn’t help but wonder what he was scheming.

© Pumpkin Divider | please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[bubuslutty]

Bambi with fangs

part 2, all parts

Moodboard

pairing: lumberjack! frank castle x (mutant) vampire fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: attempted sa not from Frank tho obvs, typical Frank violence, mutants exist, (kinda) drug use and substance abuse, tell me if I missed anything

warning: attempted sa, violence (Frank beats the shit out of a bunch of people, no killing tho), blood

Summary: Frank wanted someone to bring a little bit of excitement to his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe someone who wasn't scared of anything, who could handle being with him and his bloody baggage of violence and death that he still has to drag around with him. But what he was not expecting, was to end with an armful of mutant, all fangy and pretty with blood running down her nose and chin.

a/n: I am NOT from the US, so I apologise in advance for using the wrong terms for things. I just want to write a fic of Frank having his own fangy gf okay??? even though he's a lumberjack, there's not much details abt his life here, but all of that will be explored in part 2, hopefully 🤞

Frank took a deep breath, feeling his overworked muscles ache and joints snap. He rubbed his face and placed his hat on the counter, raising two fingers to order two beers.

Frank was alone by the bar as usual, straight out of work and tired as hell. He really should be home by now, showering, making himself something to eat and throwing himself in bed to get some hours in before he goes to work tomorrow. But he always finds himself in the grim bar in town, drinking until Josie refuses to give him any more beer and reminds him he has to drive home. 

Frank wonders why he keeps finding himself sitting at a stool, hunched over his drink and mulling over his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe he secretly yearns for something, or someone to disrupt his routine. To bring something along the way, be it a bit of excitement, love or even lust, Frank’s tired of lying to himself that he's just content living as a virgin lumberjack, even if he chose to live that way. 

There are people in town, both men and women who have expressed their interest in him. Frank always politely declined their advances, not because he found them undesirable, but simply because he was still a dangerous man, even if he ran as far as he could from his old life. He doesn’t have the heart to drag anyone in and one day wake up to death at his doorstep. If he wants to let someone in and let them be associated with him, Frank wants them to be capable of protecting themselves from anything. It’s all Frank asks for.

Over the music playing from the old jukebox, Frank heard the commotion near the toilets. He looked over his shoulder and saw multiple shadows casting over the wall, but no bodies as they were all behind the corner. Frank turned to Josie, who was serving some other clients and she didn’t seem like she heard anything, but neither did anyone else. 

Frank felt like he had to stand up and go see what was going on. And he did. Frank gulped down the rest of his second beer and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, grabbing his hat and placing a few bills on the counter. He quickly looked over his shoulder and turned over the dark corner leading to the toilets.

The first thing he saw was a group of men talking in hushed voices, well, they thought they were talking in hushed voices but Frank could hear their voices clearly.

“What do we do?”

“I think I saw her before, isn’t she famous?”

“What would a famous person do in our shithole of town, idiot?”

“She’s pretty, prettier than your girlfriend, huh?”

“Is she breathing? She looks out of it.”

Then he saw her, slumped on the floor against the wall, hair on her face, blood running her nose and staining her lips and chin. She was wearing a pink lace bralette under a cropped jean jacket, jean shorts with a belt and silver-heeled boots. The stranger was also wearing necklaces, bracelets and earrings, all glinting every time a car zoomed in front of the bar and the light rushed in through the windows.

Frank noticed the men shuffling closer and noticed the second their looks changed and body tensing up. His stomach would’ve dropped if he was anyone else but all Frank felt was a wave of violent disgust and he acted before his brain could catch up. 

“What are you doing?”

The men flinched and turned around, eyes wide at being caught red-handed.

“Oh, it’s just the weird guy who works for Marco.”

“Listen, man, this is none of your business.” 

Frank clenched his jaw, his index finger twitching and eyes glaring daggers at the disgusting men.

“Leave her alone.” Frank said, voice deep and gruff.

One of the men glared at Frank, “Look man, we clearly don’t want you here, so how about you get the fuck out of here?” 

“Hey, calm down.” Another guy said to his hostile friend, turning to Frank with raised hands, in mock peace.

“Or you can have a piece, how’s that?” He said, grinning and making Frank even more starving to punch the man’s face in until his own mother can’t recognise him.

“Get her inside.” Frank said, lifting his chin towards the men’s toilets and making them snicker.

As the men dragged her unconscious body inside, Frank grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly sent a text before shoving it back in his pocket.

Me: it’s urgent

Me: walk down to Josie's and don’t tell May

When the men dragged her inside the toilets and closed the door, they placed her in a sitting position against the wall and then looked up at Frank expectantly.

Frank held eye contact with them as he slowly unbuckled his belt and they started snickering again but their snickers quickly died out when Frank started wrapping his belt around one of his knuckles.

“What are you doing?..”

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Frank calmly washed his bloody hands in one of the sinks and glanced in the mirror, at the heap of bloody and unconscious men on the floor.

He turned to the woman and saw her move her fingers, struggling to open her eyes. Frank walked over and kneeled next to her, “Hey, can you open your eyes?”

The woman groaned and slowly opened her eyes, struggling to focus them on the man in front of her.

“Who are you?” She asked, voice rough.

“Frank. I’m Frank, and what's your name? Do you know where you are?” Frank asked, grabbing her arm when he saw he try pushing her body up from the floor.

“Careful, you’re drunk.” He reminded her, keeping a tight grip on her arm as she struggled to stand up straight.

“I’m not drunk.” She said, squinting her eyes at him and walking towards the door, trying and failing to grab the doorknob.

“Sure you’re not.” Frank muttered and twisted the doorknob open for her, and she started walking down the little corridor on wobbly legs, away from the toilets. 

He was about to ask about her name, or just escort her outside so she can get some fresh air and sober up, and hopefully call someone, a friend or family member to pick her up when she stopped dead in her tracks, falling back on Frank’s chest.

“Careful.” He grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn’t fall to the side and crack her head. 

But then he noticed her terrified face and frowned, “Are you okay?”

“No- Can you uh, look if there’s a man with blond hair and a beard? He’s tall- And he- Can you just check for me, please?” She pleaded and Frank nodded.

He kept a hold on one of her arms so she wouldn’t slip and die and he looked around the corner and there he was, the man she described accompanied by 3 other men as he spoke to Josie.

“Have you seen a girl around here? She’s about this tall and drives a pink car.” The man asked Josie who shook her head, “Sorry, haven’t seen anyone with that description.”

“Are you sure? Because we saw her car outside your bar?” 

Frank turned to look at the woman when he heard a gasp come out of her.

“That’s my car you’re talking about, asshole!” An old woman angrily said from the back of the bar, making her friends glare at the strange men.

The men looked at each other and thanked Josie before leaving the bar.

“I want to leave-” The woman choked out and Frank’s eyes widened when her body hunched over and she coughed violently, spitting blood at her feet.

“Hey, hey-” Frank held the woman’s body up when her knees gave out and her head rolled to the side, limbs limp and sweat breaking out of her flawless skin. 

Frank acted quickly and removed his flannel, wrapping it around her body and placing his hat on her head. His phone suddenly rang and he cursed under his breath, digging the device out of his pocket and holding it to his ear.

“Are you here? Meet me at the backdoors.” Frank said.

“Meet you at the- Frank what did you do?” A younger man said on the phone.

“Just meet me outside.” Frank said and hung up, ignoring the man’s protests over the phone.

Frank looked around and walked with the unconscious woman at his side, an arm wrapped around her waist while one of her arms was around his neck. He walked to the back of the bar, and luckily nobody saw them, then he pushed the backdoor with his shoulder.

The cold air of the night made him let out a shaky breath as soon as he stepped outside. Frank leaned against the wall, letting the woman’s weight rest on his side as he looked around.

“Frank, what did you do?” A scared voice suddenly asked.

It was a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair sticking from his beanie, staring at Frank and the unconscious woman with wide eyes.

“Peter, I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Frank said, digging a hand in one of his pockets and taking out his keys and throwing them to Peter who caught them without looking.

“Can you get my truck and I’ll explain?” Frank said, still holding the woman upright.

“You have blood on your shirt.” Peter said, pointing at the drops of blood on Frank’s shirt, obviously not his.

“Peter, please.” Frank gritted through his teeth and the young man glared at him and turned around to go get his truck around.

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“Are you going to explain to me who’s this woman? Is she unconscious? Dead? And why do you have blood on your shirt?” Peter asked from the driver’s seat while Frank was sitting on the passenger’s seat, supporting the woman’s weight on him, her legs over his thighs and head against his chest.

“I don’t know who she is. I found her unconscious at Josie’s near the toilets.” Frank told Peter.

“And the blood?” Peter asked, glancing at the woman on his friend’s lap.

“Bunch of assholes were going to take advantage of her.” Frank spit out and Peter tightened his hold on the steering wheel, clenching his jaw.

“Did you kill them?” Peter asked and Frank glanced at the young man.

“No.” 

And silence fell between them for long time before Peter asked, “Why are we taking her to your place and not to the police station?”

“Some people were looking after her. And we don’t know if she even wants to go to the cops in the first place.” Frank said making Peter nod in understanding.

When Peter parked the truck in front of Frank’s place, he ran to unlock the front door of Frank’s house and turned on the lights so the other could carry her inside. Luckily Frank lives next to the woods, far from the other houses so nobody saw them.

“Why do I feel like I’m doing something illegal? If I get in trouble, I’m telling May it’s all your fault.” Peter said, closing the door and taking off his beanie to run his hand through his brown hair.

“Can you get me a wet washcloth? She’s burning up.” Frank said and Peter walked to the kitchen while the strange woman was laying on the couch. Frank removed his flannel from around her body and threw it to the side, then her jean jacket in an attempt to cool her body down.

“Here.” Peter gave Frank the washcloth and watched Frank move her hair out of her face and gasped when he finally noticed the drying blood on her nose, lips and chin.

“What happened to her? That’s a lot of blood…” Peter said watching Frank wipe as much blood as he could with the washcloth, and then use the clean side to dab her forehead.

Frank then used his other hand to feel around her face, especially her nose. “It’s not broken… I can’t tell if she had a really bad nosebleed or if this blood is not even hers.” 

“Not hers? How can you get someone else’s blood in your nose?” Peter frowned at the man’s words and jumped when the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

The woman blinked up at the ceiling, and then abruptly sat up and hissed, holding her head in her hand. Frank and Peter watched her in silence as if as soon as they make a noise they’ll scare her like a frightened deer.

“Where- Where am I?” She hissed, looking around the room frantically, cheeks flushed with the fever and eyes watering with the onslaught of light.

“You’re in my house, remember me? Frank?” Frank spoke as gently as possible while Peter watched her with wide eyes.

The woman frowned in confusion before realisation finally dawned on her, “I remember you. You’re the guy who- who- ” She approached Frank and sniffed the air around him, eyes glancing down at the blood on his shirt. 

“You didn’t kill them.” She said with surprise.

Frank didn’t know what to say so he looked at Peter, who was even more confused and slightly scared than he was.

The strange woman stood up but her legs immediately wobbled and she almost fell face first but Peter luckily grabbed her.

“Take it slow, Bambi.” Frank scolded, hands hovering in the air.

However, the woman didn’t seem like she heard Frank and was looking up at Peter with wide eyes.

“You smell really nice.” She pointed out.

“What?”

The woman stood up straight, well, as much as she could while using the couch as support.

“Uhm, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She quickly said, scratching her neck and breathing deeply.

“Look, you’re still drunk so sit down.” Frank sighed and stood up to drag her to sit down or she’ll fall, crack her head open and die in his living room.

“I’m not drunk.” She fiercely hissed at him and Frank’s eyes widened when he saw two unnaturally sharp canines glinting between her pink glossy lips.

“I think I’ve got a lethal dose of drugs in my system.” She muttered, scratching her neck and walking around the living room on still wobbly legs, looking for something to drink.

“Lethal dose of- Frank, we have to go to the hospital right now.” Peter said mildly terrified and very concerned.

“No! I don’t need to go to the hospital!” She shouted, whipping her head towards the two frozen men.

“You’re going to die.” Frank said.

“No, I won’t. Just tell me where’s your fridge.” She said.

“How are you so sure it’s not going to kill you? You can’t even walk straight.” Frank frowned and got up, walking over to his kitchen while Peter just stood there, gawking at her and the fangs he saw a couple of seconds ago.

“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m a vampire, a type of mutant.” She said, bringing her fingers to pull her lip up and expose sharp canines.

Frank’s eyes widened and she scoffed, “Don’t look at me like that, he’s a mutant as well, this shouldn’t be news to you.” 

She walked up to him and nudged him to the side and started rummaging through the fridge.

“How did you?-” Peter looked mortified but also incredibly intrigued at the same time.

“Smelled you.” She quickly answered before completely inhaling a beer bottle seconds.

Frank watched her drink all of the beers in his fridge, one after the other without breaks to even breathe. When she drank all of them, she closed the fridge and held Frank by the shoulder, “Sorry about your beers, but gotta flush the drugs out of my system somehow.” 

“Who are you?” Peter managed to finally ask.

The woman looked at him and then glanced back at Frank’s perplexed face, “You can call me Bambi, for now.”

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Here's also a small treat I found on Pinterest (LOOK AT JON'S BEARD WHAAAA)

[fang-and-feather]

Fangie!!! I wonder if you ever thought about Carina and Silvio + Merpeople AU (remember? 🤭).

A little in a general fantasy AU, but the project I had wasn't the best to start on it. But I will treat this as a full Mermaid AU, although most things will probably apply to both. Let's see...

Silvio had always been careful of avoiding areas with common mermaid sightings in his trips, even not knowing if they existed. Not knowing if they existed meant he also didn't know Indicolite had a huge population of mermaids that could take human form on land.

Indicolite and Benitoite had good comercial relationship despite being practically at different sides of the continent, so he had already met human-form Carina, he just never cared about it and her first impression of him wasn't the best.

He rescued mermaid Carina near the shore of Benitoite when returning from a sea trip. Carina herself had gone alone on a trip after getting in a bad argument with her father, in search of her little brother that had disappeared years ago.

He's not sure what to do with her at first. She is a real mermaid. But also a mermaid princess. She is injured, though, so he agrees to keep her around for a while without alerting her parents, in exchange for getting access to one of Indicolite's rare products that are produced by the mermaids.

Silvio doesn't pay much attention to her at first, but he can't help but be curious about the mermaid part and trying to figure why she's there.

Her search and his interest in these information has the two interacting. They start out hating each other, but that doesn't last too long.

But sooner or later she has to get back home, and it's only then Silvio starts admitting to himself that he might be in live with her, because he kept reasoning it was some sort of mermaid charm she put on him.

After a while without contact, it is Carina's turn to save him from a group of wild mermaids that attack one of his ships close to Indicolite's coast while he's on a trip to a nearby country.

For a while their courting is done over letter - which Silvio kind of hates, and their meetings happen in a neutral territory, an island halfway between the countries. Her family being both interested in the possible aliance, but at the same time unsure of Silvio's involvement in Carina's former disappearance. She is always sent with a guard, but Amy always finds a way to give her charge and friend all the freedom she needs.

[lady-nuggetz]

Randomly listed Jeng blabber cause I gotta mark my territory...

Mainly just prompts and ideas I've had written about!!

I like to think these two first met after Fang and the hooligans tried to mug Jest only to get their ass handed to them. Jest finds them pathetic enough to be good entertainment so she follows them around. Mainly Fang because of his ego and short temper. [She gets along with the other hooligans well too!! If you can consider it well!! Her and Bean are as thick as thieves and Bark sees her as an extra problem to deal with]

Fang and Jest on their own work out pretty well, though they're often just found bickering and mocking each other until their plans get foiled. They're threatening, yet you can't help but wonder if they're even focused on whatever's going on cause they end up arguing at random points.

Jest has always liked their bickering, she aims to annoy. After realizing how unphased and attached she was, she realized she had gained a little crush on the boy. It made her even more annoying and more forward with her true feelings.

Jest knows Fang likes her the same and knows he won't admit it so she'll always pick on him for it. [Fang likes being teased to an extent... ;3]

Once Jest became more forward with her love for Fang, she gave him a nickname, "Fangy-Wangy-Woo", which she invented for the purpose of tormenting him with because she knows it sounds ridiculous. It's even more effective when used in front of other people.

Fang also has a pet name for Jest that was originally used more in an insulting manner, "Chubby Bunny". It ended up having an unintended effect and Jest found it more cute than offensive.

Fang has banned Jest from ever driving his Queen but that has not stopped her from taking it out for rides without asking. He does however let her share his seat while he drives.

Jest likes cinnamon buns and she often asks Fang to get her some when they go out. She gets him to try some and they remind him of her.

Though Jest does like Fang, she can be cruel in the name of love, it's part of her sadistic nature. Can she be considered a stalker? Who knows. But she doesn't like it when other people are too friendly with him. [She's giving Trip a criminally offensive side eye rn /lh]

Fang doesn't have any rizz but when he can catch Jest off guard it WORKS WELL.

Though Fang and Jest don't think anyone has caught onto their little affair, many are aware. Bark and Bean especially, they're just waiting for the charade of vulgar insults and bullying to end.

And that's all! Hope someone read this and found it entertaining I'm just a filthy oc x canon fan

[ronmanmob]

Continued from (x) with @tarnishedhalo​

The prompt and question earned Ron one of those exceedingly rare full and unguarded smiles that both emphasized that Beth wasn't the only one of the Rileys who was fangy, and that brought to life his own deep dimples. The way he turns his head causes the bar lamps to cast him in golden light, tarnishing his dark hair with its natural blonde highlights. The tip of his tongue rolls against the back of his teeth.

"Yeah, okay, Rawnie," the New York Irish drawl of his friend's name is nothing he can help, but it's still a intimate step-up from the the whole 'Kray' part. As if he's never known anyone to have a given name. Of course Riley keeps a list in his head of qualities both good and bad. Each of them slivers beneath the usually pristine veneer he wears though his hair's getting a touch long, and he's not been too careful with the razor.

"The pro is...I know like hundreds of different love songs, any genre or era you like, an' not just American ones." He spreads his hands on the table-top, gives them a flex. "Acoustic, electric...can play any guitar.  Can play the piano, drums ~including the bodhran. Violin. Harmonica. And everyone loves a music man, right? Plus I'm hell in the kitchen, and I'm house-broken." He doesn't elaborate on what that last means but delivers it with a chuckle.

"The Con? I'm old-fashioned. I don't really do one night stands, and I'm very careful who I let in my inner circle. Introducing someone into the family can be hard, what with my sister, and because it takes me a while to get used to someone new. Especially after havin' danced with the Devil and the mess she made when we divorced. Also...I'm told I'm bossy as fuck, take with a grain of salt or three." There's a split second where he's unguarded and there's something fairly young and vulnerable resting against the back of his eyes that shades the rest of his mien. It gets shrugged off with a lift of his whiskey, and a snake-like strike at the next card in the pile. "Hypothetically speaking, if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be, and why?"

Ever the attentive listener, Ron followed the eddies and swells of his pal’s answer with obvious interest - flicker-smiles and little half nods in all the right spots through the narrative. He’d heard enough about the man’s dance with what he called the Devil not to need to ask and ruin the mood. Note of her earned a scowl’s implication, but it died away before it or she could sour the mood. The rest - the pros and the con - were all sunshine and even numbers and known of by the publican too. He and Riley went back a little ways now. He’d met the music man and the master chef, and the bossy fucker too, by ‘n by. And for all there were times they’d butt heads, he did like him. 

Ron watched Riley’s hands as he reached for the next card; sipped his drink - G&T with ice and cucumber - as the question on it was put to him. A grinning response came instantly-

“This week’s lot’ry numbahs, aye?”

-and was spoke through as snigger as Ron leaned in a companionable couple of inches, as if he was sharing a sneaky little secret between just them two. That snigger kicked up for a couple’a beats, then eased away as Ron waved the comment off with his free hand. He had no real use for those numbers now, much as the penniless lad he still was at his core would’ve done things unspeakable once upon a time for a sudden lift out of poverty for himself and his family. Now-Ron though, present day Ron-- His wants and needs meandered down different paths and so, because of this, did his curiosities.

“--I fink” he said, the relative slowness of how he shared what he went on to indicative of the depth at which he felt it within himself. “Onest ‘n true ‘n not jokin’ no more...I’d ask if I was ‘appy...Money, yeah?...It don’t bring yah ‘appiness. It...smooves th’way t’makin’ a life tha’ll make yah ‘appy, bu’ it don’t bring it in i’self.” A slight, consideratory pause came on. It bought on a moment’s silence that ended with a fractional nod, Ron’s commentary picking up from where it’d broken off more seamlessly than it often did. “I know tha’ now, where I didn’t b’fore...So I’d wanna know if I made it in a way tha’ mattahs, as well as in a way tha’ don’t mattah so much, grand scheme.” 

A sip from his G&T was the period on that thought, Mr Flippant Sniggers coming right on back to the fore as glass met table and Ron went for the next card on the pile between ‘em.

“Right-” A glance at the card over his glasses so he could dictate its query. “-Name one’a your ‘eroes ‘n tell us why they’re one.”

[shatteredages]

What is one thing about each Link that you want to share, and can share, that you haven't already shared? (This is an ask for you to go crazy on if you want to because I love reading about the Links.)

Oh, wow. The first ask. Thank you for taking an interest. Anyway, let's see. Frankly, with some of those characters I'm still working things out. But I also don't want to leave them out. So, some of those little tidbits I'm coming up with right now on the spot.

Links

Étoile (SkSw): He actually has a slightly crooked nose, due to it being repeatedly broken on his adventure. (going splat on the ground, Octoroks, boulder throwing Bokos, Boulder dropping birds...)

Echo (OoT, MM): Has a barely noticeable lisp. It used to be a lot stronger though. Moth Malon and Oracle have made a lot of lighthearted fun of him.

Casco (TP): Ironically, he has a dog-hair allergy. It took him forever to figure that out.

Malba (ALbW, TFH): Does not like children. Still gets assigned babysitter duty the most out of all of them.

Fae (LoZ, AoL): Illiterate. He was raised by fairies.

Aihe (WW, PH): When he's grown up, he actually becomes the closest thing to a ship's doctor, Tetra's crew has. He was originally supposed to become a navigator. But Tetra didn't like him doodling on the maps all the time.

Hybris (HW): Completely and absolutely tone deaf.

Revenant (BotW): After defeating Calamity G, he just wanted to give Rana some good experiences. So one of the first things they did together, was attending a certain wedding.

Fangi (Pre SkSw): Keeps a single link of the chains he had been tied up with in prison. It's some kind of morbid "good luck" charm. No one understands why.

Gabha (MC): Has a lot more scars from his work as blacksmith than his adventure. As grumpy and condescending as Ezlo might have been at times, he was still a very good babysitter. (also I think I'm gonna retcon him being small. Him actually being tall and buff would be a fun contrast to the whole shrinking thing)

And I know that wasn't really asked, but might as well.

Zeldas

Soleil (SkSw): With Fi gone, Skipper won't lift a single finger for Étoile anymore. So now he's part of Sol's arsenal instead. (he just can't say no to a pretty lady.)

Aurora (AoL): Can't remember all that much of her coma dreams. Only some key moments and vague impressions. And a bunch of irrational fears that don't make sense to her, and that she didn't have before.

Tetra (WW, PH): She has the most high pitched and quiet, downright dainty, sneeze you can possibly imagine. She hates it.

Rana (BotW): Her first encounter with a Lynel was neither on purpose, nor did it go well.

Cailleach (MC): Zeffa has taken a strong liking to her. As soon as she steps out of the castle, you can be sure that bird is there. And if she finds herself unable to return on her own, Zeffa is always there to help. Even though she'll never understand how that tiny bird is able to carry her.

Zori (LoZ): When Ganon captured her, she did not just sit around, waiting for a hero to show up. She repeatedly broke out and wrought hell on Ganon and his minions. And she has the scars to show for it. That wall of fire you find her behind at the end of the game? That was a last ditch effort to just keep her in place for once.

[amemoire]

Okay finally here with the follow-up to this post. Basically, before I decided to give him the ears, these were some other little hcs I had about small showings of atavism that could be present in Lyney.

His preference for fish that he shares with Lynette. Of course it's possible for him to enjoy fish even without it, and it's most likely just be Hoyo doing a silly twin thing. But I really like the thought that not one but BOTH of them share this preference as a result.

Little fangies. Another self-indulgent thing of mine. I'm weak for fangs. They aren't super big or anything, just more prominent than the average person. You can pick them out if you look for longer than a few seconds or when he gives a wide grin / purposely tries to display them.

Not exactly something that counts but idk where else I'd mention it— he IS naturally really flexible. As in this boy can do the splits, flexible. But I do think that when he stretches it can sometimes appear cat-like.

If you're lucky and he allows you to pet him, he might just purr. And then proceed to get really embarrassed if its pointed out.

I may add to this list in the future or I may not. ( Currently unlikely tbh ). Because despite giving him the ears I do want to keep his traits limited so Lynette can continue having the bigger displays. I just thought these were cute for smaller ones.

[shuchu]

here are my live reactions compiled into one post because i don't wanna spam y'all (bruh tumblr keeps putting a community label on this post even tho it's barely nsfw lmfao but anyways, just for tumblr: NSFW, MINORS DNI)

luca

AYO LUCA????? THIS MUSIC IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS- maybe i'm just horny

the live voice acting tho??? he's so cute

omg i think their outfits are based on how they were before they got isekai-ed, the person on twitter was right !!!!

LUCA LAUGHING AT HIS LINES IN THE VISUAL NOVEL? LORE? THIS MAN 💀

AYO SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES???? OKAY THIS DESCRIPTION...i think i'm gonna lose my mind when i actually see it

awww baby's nervous, he's so cute

hand reveal? lmao- OKAY RINGS WTF NEW NECKLACE JUST DROPPED, CHOKE ME

HIS JACKET???? LOOKS STYLISH AS HELL SHEEEESH

okay ngl i love the outfit so far, it's only half body rn

mans really said, "you haven't even seen me take it off yet." WTF LUCA???

I'M STARING DISRESPECTFULLY- MAN TIDDIESSSSSSS LEMME AT EM BOOBA STRAP LESSGOOOO

HE HAS A CHOKER AND A GOLD NECKLACE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING FERAL- THE UNHOLY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW SNAJXJSBJX

FANGIES????? hana has fainted

OMG PIERCINGS???? THE SUNGLASSES. STOP- where can i get myself a luca kaneshiro?

HE TOOK THE JACKET OFF?? PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD WITH THOSE ARMS PLEASE

OFF THE SHOULDER??? AND FOREHEAD KISS???

NEW OVERLAY???? it fits the vibes of his new outfit so well and new alerts?? poooooogggg

NEIL *shakes fist*

imma have luca brainrot now- imma die i love his new outfit

shu

HOLY SHIT MY SHUEY SHU I'M SO EXCITED

his outfit looks so detailed i can't

omg his handmade lore vid THIS MAN HAHAHA

"oh wait i'm supposed to be an adult now" *elongated self* I CANT WITH THIS MANS

THE ZOOM IN HAHAHAH NOT THE LMAO. THIS IS WHY THIS MAN IS MY OSHI LMAOOOO

THE POOP HAHAHAH

"STOP TYPING LMAO" LMAO I CANT HAHAHAH THE FUCKING BANANA

"shirtless? will that get me views? will that get my son views on youtube?" THE ZOOM IN ON THE MOM I'M FUCKING DYING I LOVE MY OSHI

"coincidentally there's a random man wearing this" I'M DYING

SHU'S LAUGH HE'S SO CUTE

THE SHADOW???? DUDE I'M SIMPING ALREADY

he has beads in his hand?

NOT THE POOP SHAPED REVEAL SASUGA MY OSHI

HAND REVEAL??? HE HAS GLOVES? WAIT WHAT'S THAT??

OMG HE HAS A MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS BANANAAAAAA

WHOAAAAA HE LOOKS SO ROYAL, REGAL, FORMAL WHAT THE HECK

YO I LOVE HIS FIT it's so intricate and detailed

feet? for free? 👀 yamitoes ehe

the bone bois!!!

his outfit is probably the most complicated of all luxiem boys, vox might be a close second tho

HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN BRO WHAT THE FUCK FINALLY LMFAOAOAOAO

HE CAN TAKE THE OUTER LAYER OFF??? he's so pretty, pretty boi <33

"the lashes stay tho, slay" HAHAHAH

NEW TRANSITION AND OVERLAY??? LESSGOOOO

like vox said: more of this please-

he's perfect, couldn't possibly stan my oshi any more than i already do

mysta

meeeeestaaaaa bb

what is this starting screen 🧍🏻‍♀️

lmao mysta rp asmr? ayo? OMEGALUL

this man...

HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP HAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK

NOT THE LIP EMOJI HAHAHAH I'M DYING

"i'm all bondaged up" okay mysta

"i found out a fetish that i didn't even know i had" mystaaaaaa HAHAHAH

THE BROTHERS AND THEIR MEMES I FUCKING CANT

this goofy ah man

he's got a briefcase, we been knew

"hand. tee es kay ar" LMFAO

not him wanting to swing the briefcase against someone's head 💀💀

"surface level dps" 💀

not the briefcase pickup line, this man...

he has a scarf, pien 🥺

"i still got the sex gloves" lmaoo

UKI'S NOTIFICATION ON TWITTER GOT ME CACKLING: "oh shit merry christmas" LMFAO

his outfit looks so comfy ue

HE HAS A MONOCLE (i think that's what it's called) ???

THE LITTLE BERET???

MINI PONYTAILLLLLLL

no hat no glasses, pien 🥺 he's so baby

new earrings too <33

"you guys wanna see me take off my clothes now?" i-

omg without the outer layers??? why does he look like such a good boy 💀

i love the layered necklaces tho!!!

he has such a tiny waist wtf what a slut

OMG HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN TOO

i wanna give him a hug 🥺

THE OUTRO MUSIC UEUEUE

vox

voxyyyyy

this is so calming?

sasuga voxy, the production quality. GOD

shu and sonny VA!!! is the other one kotoka? meloco? kotoka for sure after watching more

TSKR JAPANESE

ONIGIRIIIIII

omg new overlay?

"oh my god. BALLS." sasuga vox

his nails are so long sheesh

"you know i keep that mf-ing thang on me" this guy lmaooo

OH HE'S ACTUALLY GOT HIS BOOBA OUT

ayo new eye makeup? pog

YOO he actually looks like a demon now jesus

yoooo black and gold horns!!!!

ponytail vox sheesh

ngl, i think this is my second fav outfit, i'm a sucker for intricate and detailed outfits

ike

PLAID GANG

HEELS STEP ON ME IKEY

such a comfy outfit ueue

the turtleneck eeee

not the steve jobs from vox on twitter lmao

OMG THE EYEBROW PIERCING AND THE BERET

eeee he's comfy boi

ikey wikey ;w; he's so precious help

omg he can write in his book now!!!

his outfit is so lowkey which is not a bad thing !!! i love!!!

THE WINKKKKKK IKEY STOP

new intro and more stuff coming?? AAAA

HE HAS MORE???? king of jebait for real

OMG HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR US

aaawww his new starting screen with hints to the previous ones aaa i love that 🥺

i love all their new outfits, i love that for ike and mysta it's peak comfy vibes, luca looks really handsome in his and vox and shu it's just so regal and detailed ugh i love, i stan

i can't stop looking at shu

[evilminji]

@sroomheaddoc @stealingyourbones you know what? Because I CAN. Let's give this a shot. :

Lucius glanced down at the "nightlight". He could already spot no less then fifteen different lawsuits waiting to happen and god only knew how many more ways to weaponize it. That wasn't even TOUGHING on what ways EXACTLY the kid had decided to set the damn thing to define what was or wasn't an "intruder".

"Absolutely not. Put it back." He got for his trouble.

The Head Meance had the gall to look as though he didn't know EXACTLY what he was doing and why he had been moved to the 'baby jail' projects. Lucius may pretend he didn't KNOW they were called that, plausible deniablity was after all a Wayne Industries tradition, but that didn't mean he would tolerate literally weaponized sass. A night light? REALLY?

"We both know you were told to, and I quote," holding a hand out, Jerrica handed him Fenton's official project assignments pulled up on his pad, "Ah yes, here we go, 'a non-violent personal defense device for today's youth'."

To be perfectly honest? Lucius had already memorized what assignments these precocious little monster had. This was purely for show. That said, if Fenton want to sass him like a sulking teenager over being forced to do boring work? Then by god he was prepared to pull every lesson he ever learned as a father of four. Andrew may have a spine like a wet peice of cardboard, but you do not become minority CEO in a place like Gotham by lacking spine. Nor do you get to marry women like Tanya.

Fenton had fallen still. Inhumanly so. He had the slight tilt to his head of a man considering both his oppent and options, slightly narrowed eyes never leaving Lucious face. To be honest, Lucius still couldn't decide if Fenton and his lot were Metas, Supernatural Creatures, or just from some strange alien settlement (from what he can guess) somewhere near Illinois. All he knew is that they were all both too smart for their own good and dumb as lemmings. Would slap an eldritch god with a dead fish, for a corn chip they didnt even want.

And someone had thought it was a GREAT idea to give them power tools. Don't get him wrong, they were RIGHT, but it was still a headache.

"What if..." started Fenton in that Distinctly 'Bargaining to see what you'll let me get away with' tone he had heard far too many time from grown adults, "I could make it shoot a net? That's not violent! Is the tazer the problem? Cause Star's multipurpose Knuckledusters-drink holder-handcuffs-tazer design was really good! But if you don't like tazers we can stop adding them!"

"................." Lucius was going to have to make A List, wasn't he? "You know what? Let's start with that. I have a problem we tazers. No more high voltage everyday appliances, okay people?

"Sooooo..." The Fenton Menace began, a suspiciously fangy and victorious grin spreading across his face, slowly holding up his night light like a proud parent. "Does this mean-"

"Oh, not on your life." The grin dropped to a sulk. "You aren't blind, kid. You know as well as I do that would never pass a consumer safety inspection. Not even here in Gotham.you ever want to so much a STAND in the same building as the aerospace division? You're going to have to actually complete your projects. As They Were Specified."

"......mean. Yeeeeees, Boss."

Lucius looked at the nightlight again. Fenton dropped it on a nearby worktable. Grumbling he slunk back to his table with a bonelessness that no human could achieve. Every engineer in this room, was frankly? God damned TERRIBLE at pretending to be normal. Thank God this was Gotham and no one cared. Well, almost no one.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and didn't bother to stop the trainwreck about to happen. A muffled "FWUMPH!" followed by a half yell and crash sounded from his left. He and Jerrica looked down at a straightjaketed and slightly smoking Andrew in disappointment. There was a half burned pencil at his feet. He'd clearly tried to poke it.

"You work in Research and Development, Andrew. For God's sake. You KNOW better." Lucius felt compelled to say. "What on earth would possess you? For that matter, glowing eyes? That's every other Sunday and twice on Thursdays around here! This is Gotham! There's a good chance fear toxins are part of the rain cycle by this point, you ignore it! Even if it wasn't, you know damn well Meta discrimination is against both the law AND company policy. Do I have to take to HR?"

"I think he's unconscious." Muttered Jerrica lightly nudging her the downed man with her sensible pump.

"......from one little explosion? He works in R&D."

"Maybe it was stronger then expected? We could call Dr. Fenton back over? Or he could possible have an underlying medical condi-" Jerrica cut off, after pulling up the man's personel file in case they needed to call a member of the medical staff. At her boss concerned look, she winced. "......He's.. He's from Metropolis. I think someone hacked the files to get someone they could push around."

'Wait a god damned minute' Lucius thought, going over his General Menaces List. He forgot they weren't fully contained! 'Tucker J. Foley, you LITTLE SHIT.'

Short DPXDC Prompts #641

Lucius Fox recently employed some students who graduated from the Amity Park Community College. Little did he know this access to funding would cause their inventions to be borderline supervillain like in intention and design.

[kingkatsuki]

Devious | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩ú𝐜𝐚 (𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭/𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭), 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐏ú𝐜𝐚í 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥.

Here is my contribution for The Citrus Dome’s Hybrid collab! Please check out the other talented creators here.

Listen, this may or may not be awful because I am definitely not into hybrids but I felt so guilty constantly dropping out of Leah’s collabs I had to try and write something. This is my first time ever writing any kind of creature/hybrid/breeding/whatever this is fic so idk what is going on-

Shout out to @jirou-s and @roggenmuhme for reading through for me! And fangie Baku edit is by @rat-suki​ thank you for letting me use it💕

Summary: Your father has no choice but to give you up to a shapeshifting Pooka.

Warnings: 18+, I have no idea how to tag this?, non-con/dub-con, coercion, predator/prey (kinda), breeding, unprotected sex, shapeshifter/werewolf!bakugou, a/b/o vibes but no knots!

Word Count: 4.3k

You’d been told stories of the Pooka ever since you were a child. They were shapeshifting creatures that could take on any form, many claiming them to be malevolent and if you had the misfortune to run into one to tread lightly. As there was no way of telling whether it would be your last meeting.

It was something you’d never believed, just another fabricated fairytale to try and scare children into compliance. ‘If you’re not good, the pooka will get you’, something that you’d grown out of years ago. Stories that you would pass onto your children, who would pass it onto theirs in tradition. Never something that you would have to worry about or fear now you were of age. The pooka was not a myth or legend you would believe in. That is until you experienced one for the first time.

It was the worst harvest your family had seen for generations, a plague across the crops as you tried to cultivate as much as you could. But it was all in vain. The baskets scattered around the field barely full of wheat as you continued to plough the land. Your father was worried, though he’d never admit it. On his hands and knees as he dug furiously at the ground, his head down as he tried to salvage what little was left of the devastation.

“So much destruction, so much desolation.” You heard a raspy voice speak out, “This would have fed your entire village.”

Your eyes caught sight of an animal you’d never seen before, cloaked in darkness as it stared at you with pointed red eyes, its claws digging into the ground in warning as you felt his gaze bare deep into your soul.

“Get back, beast.” Your father’s men were immediately beside him with pitchforks raised, pointing them towards the creature that now sat at the end of your field, pawing at the dead crops that lay on the dry ground.

“I know you’re not foolish enough to try and better a pooka, old man.” The beast challenged, watching as the men lowered their pitchforks slightly, glancing between each other as they tried to decipher what to do, “Especially not without a full harvest.”

You could hear the taunting tone of his voice as you watched him step closer, the large pads of his paws crunching underneath the dead wheat on the ground, absolutely no fear in his eyes at the threat of violence as he neared the centre of the field where you stood.

“Such a pity-” You could tell from the tone of his voice that he didn’t care your village had lost months of cultivation, “How long did this take to grow? Three? Four months?”

“How do we know this wasn’t you, beast?” You growled, stepping towards the creature as it sat in the barren field, “We had a full harvest here until you came along.”

The creature focused its gaze on you, his eyes watching your bold movements as your father held you back. You felt scared beneath his gaze, this was something that you’d only heard about in stories, old tales retold generation after generation. You were certain it wasn’t real, but here he was. A darkened shapeshifter standing in front of you, cloaked by a darkened veil. The stories you’d been told as a child were now true before your very eyes. He’d taken on the form of a wolf-like creature, a long snout between glowering red eyes as he shook his mangy coat.

“Forgive her, she doesn’t- she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Your father tried to push you behind him, to quieten you like he always did.

“You don’t know me, girl. But I know you-” The creature ignored your father, closing the distance between you, “Many years ago this was my land, it was more than capable of harvesting years of crops. In the right hands-”

His eyes flashed towards your father with a slight upturn of his lips that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Until it was taken from me, taken from us-”

You watched as his tail swished against the muddy ground, a flurry of produce appearing beneath him. Your eyes widening in surprise at how easily he was able to conjure up these crops as your father’s men rushed to harvest them, the Pooka’s tail dancing back against the same spot as the food soon turned back to dirt.

“I could make it come back,” The creature smiled devilishly, red eyes catching your gaze as you watched his lips curl into a smirk, “If you would do something for me.”

“Name it. We’ll do anything.” Your father obliged compliantly, his hands clasped together in desperation as he waited for the creature's demands.

You felt his gaze fall upon you, nodding his snout towards your frame, “Her.”

“What?” You shot back in confusion, what did he want with you? What did you have to offer?

“We have livestock,” Your father bartered.

“I’ve seen your livestock.” The pooka taunted, “Hardly enough to feed your village, nevermind satiate my need.” His tongue slipped out to lash against his lips hungrily, watching your form as you stood behind your father.

“It’s that easy.” The pooka stretched, sitting back on its hind legs as it waited for a response, “Her or nothing.”

You hadn’t expected your father to agree to the terms, thinking he would have found another way, but instead, you were being taken deep into the woods by your new captor. This had to be a dream, your eyes taking in the sight of the wolf-like creature who was prowling ahead of you. Crossing your arms as you pinched the soft skin, trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening. You could try to run, the forest dense with trees and foliage. You definitely would be unable to outrun him, but maybe you’d be able to hide long enough to make your escape.

“Don’t even think about running,” The beast spoke in front of you, “I could destroy your entire village in one night if you do.”

It was futile.

“How does it feel knowing your father gave you up so easily?” The Pooka smirked, turning back to face you as he walked on four paws.

“You didn’t give him a choice,” You murmured, trying to rub away the tear stains against your cheeks.

“Well, there’s always a choice, Princess.”

“It was either me or my entire village, that’s no choice. If you hadn’t destroyed our harvest-”

“Are you blaming me, girl?” The creature cut you off with a snarl, backing you into a corner as you felt your back hit the hardwood of an oak tree. Wide eyes watching as he increased his form, towering over you as vermilion eyes bored into your own, his body shapeshifting into human form, “Your fathers own greed put you here, nothing else.”

“So it wasn’t you that killed our crops?” You chanced, your heart beating harshly against your ribcage as you maintained eye contact, not wanting to show fear, “You’re not the reason he had to do this?”

“Now why would you think something like that?” Your eyes focused on the creature as its form began to change again, the golden fur that covered his body now shifted to pale skin. His face changing from a pointed snout to a chiselled face, stubble scattered along his jawline as he wrapped a human hand around your neck. You were shocked at how attractive he was in this form, almost like he had been able to decipher your greatest fantasies and manifest them into this trickery. Even through the transformation, you couldn’t ignore something that had definitely stayed the same. Those piercing red eyes that seemed to bore into your soul.

“Like what you see?” His voice held an air of arrogance as you tried to avoid looking down at his thick cock, curving towards his abdomen as the tip glistened with pre, “Tell me,”

“What do you want with me?” You trembled beneath his gaze, already vulnerable being alone with such a beast.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gave a rut of his hips against you, his cock brushing your hip as your face flushed, “You.”

“What if I-” The pooka quickly cut you off.

“You belong to me, that was the deal.” His paws stomped in the grass beneath you, his body pressed flush against yours as he pinned you to the tree. His warm breath fanning against your face as he bared his teeth, pointed fangs curving downwards fiercely.

“A deal I didn’t agree to.” You swallowed thickly, feeling his hand tighten around your windpipe, a strangled gasp leaving your lips, “Pooka, please-”

“Call me Bakugou.” He gave another pronounced roll of his hips, his pre-cum smearing against the skirt of your dress uncomfortably, staining the fabric as your back scratched roughly against the rough bark of the tree. “And it doesn’t matter what you want, Princess. You’re mine now.”

Before you had a chance to object he silenced you in a desperate kiss, his tongue lashing against your closed lips as he tried to grant himself access. His fingers clenching harder around your neck as you struggled to breathe, your mouth gasping for air as he delved inside. Your chest tightening as he stroked his tongue against your own, deepening the kiss. His human hands all over you, unabashedly groping your thighs. His teeth clashed against your own unceremoniously as low, feral grunts came from deep in his chest.

This felt wrong, but you were trapped. There was no way you’d be able to escape now, and what would happen if you did? With no crops, your entire village would surely starve. It was the only way. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bakugou grasped one of your breasts, palming the soft mound as you moaned against his lips. Arching your back from the tree as you meld into his touch, crying out in surprise as he ripped the fabric of your dress with his sharp nails.

You couldn’t avoid the pleasure ebbing away inside you, taking over your senses and clouding your coherent thoughts. The only thing on your mind now was the innate pleasure that Bakugou was providing you, keening as you leaned into his touch. Watching as he buried his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent as he rutted his hips against your own.

“I can smell how much you want me, Princess.” Bakugou bit down on your throat, pulling a startled cry from your lips as he swiftly began to lap at the wound he’d given you, “How needy you are for me, why deny it?”

His voice rumbled against your skin, your cunt throbbing between your thighs in desperation. You wanted him to touch you, to help quench this desire that flowed through your veins. It was a feeling you couldn’t decipher, no words enough to describe the insatiable thirst you felt. Your body betrayed your rational senses as Bakugou’s hands stroked along your sides, calloused pads of his fingers digging into your skin, scratching against the surface almost uncomfortably as you arched your back into his touch.

“Please-” You gasped when he wrapped his lips around one of your taut nipples, lashing his tongue against the nub as you felt his teeth graze the surface, tweaking the other between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to rut his hips against you, “More-”

“Please, more?” Bakugou replied smugly, mimicking your needy voice as he blew cool air against the saliva coating your nipple, “That’s not what you were saying a moment ago, little one.”

“I- I- just-” You stuttered, feeling him move to give your other breast the same attention, his lips wrapping around the hardened peak as you shuddered.

“I- I- I-” Bakugou sneered mockingly, “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? What a pathetic slut.”

Bakugou moved his hands to tug the destroyed fabric off your body, leaving the torn material of your dress on the forest floor. No longer able to keep your modesty as his fingers delved between your thighs, pulling more gentle whimpers from your lips.

“You’re glad your father gave you to me,” He continued, watching the way you tried to angle your hips so he touched your clit, “I didn’t even need to ask him, you would have come with me by choice.”

“No,” You denied, “It’s not true. I wouldn’t have-”

“Yeah fuckin’ right.” He smirked as he pressed his fingers against your panties, feeling how soaked the fabric was against his touch, “You’re drenched.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling a tightness whirring inside you as you involuntarily ground yourself against his touch. Bakugou pressed his thumb against your clit through the fabric as he watched in glee as you began to pleasure yourself against his touch, hungrily searching for your own release.

“Look at how selfish you humans are,” He stopped his motions against your clit and watched with glee as you tried feebly to grind yourself against it, “It’s always about what you want, what you need, that inherent greed you all seem to possess.”

Your lower lip trembled as you fought back tears, disgusted with your body for betraying you in such a way, watching as Bakugou’s nose scrunched as he sniffed the air. Clearly smelling your desire for him at this moment, you wished you could stop yourself from succumbing to his touch.

“What about me, girl?” His hand curled into your hair, tugging it harshly as you felt your scalp throb from his touch. Unforgivingly forcing you to the ground beneath him as your knees rubbed against the muddy grass, maintaining his hold on your hair as he kept you facing his thick cock. His free hand wrapped around his girth as he stroked the tip along your pursed lips, smearing his pre against them as he began to tap the underside against your chin.

“You better show me how grateful you are that I helped your family, they’re alive because of me.”

Pearly tears clung to your lashes as you gazed up at the beast, your chest heaving as you pursed your lips together in defiance. Two of his fingers grasping your nose as he cut off your air supply, a low rumble in his throat as he growled at your actions.

“I see you still need to be taught your place,” Bakugou snarled, focused on the way your eyes rolled back “You’ve been much harder to break than the rest.”

Your body soon betraying you as your lips parted with the ardent need to breathe, gulping in large wisps of oxygen as you tried to settle the lightheaded sensation, Bakugou’s hand grasping your hair to keep your body upright as his hips surged forward. Forcing the thick tip of his cock between your lips, instantly pushing it to the back of your throat without giving you a moment to adjust. The sensation making your throat convulse, gagging around his girth as your teeth scraped against the underside of his cock. A low hiss leaving his lips as he held you tight against him. Watching as tears continued to clump in your lashes and trickle down your cheeks as he held you steady. Saliva gathered in your mouth as it helped lubricate his cock, drool spilling down your chin as Bakugou started a slow, steady pace inside you.

“Humans are so fuckin’ pathetic,” His hands curled into your hair, sharp fingernails digging at your scalp as he held your head tight, beginning to push his cock inside your mouth with each roll of his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat with each forward thrust as you gagged around him.

Tears spilling down your cheeks as you glanced up at him through wet lashes, his messy fur brushing against your skin with each pronounced movement. You tried to think of something, anything to distract you from the momentum. To try and stop yourself from clamping down on his cock as you struggled to breathe. The crude moans and snarls leaving his lips only had your heart pounding harder in your chest as you wondered what was next.

Maybe this was all he wanted and he would allow you to return to your family, to see the full summer's harvest that should be waiting for you. Maybe this was all a dream, something you’d wake up from in a few hours and learn it was just a trick of the mind. But the painful throb at the back of your head told you otherwise, the sharp scratch of his nails against your skin as he used your mouth for his own gain told you that this was real.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Your legs ached from being against the cool, muddy forest floor as you stood, Bakugou quick to press your chest against the trunk of the tree as he stepped behind you. His body flush against your own as you felt his hard cock pressed snugly between the swell of your ass.

“I am nowhere near done with you,” He snarled against your ear as he slipped his thick cock between your thighs, rolling his hips as the length brushed through your folds.

“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” He murmured, teeth nipping your earlobe as he eased his hips back, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, “Someone to carry the bloodline.”

“W-what?” The realisation dawned on you of what he actually wanted, “Please, no. I can’t-”

“You can, and you will.” He snarled, without warning the swollen head of his cock slowly stretching out your tight hole, feeling your inner walls spasm around the intrusion as you tried to stop it from happening.

“No, no, no. I can’t-” You cried, trying to move your body away from him, but you were trapped.

“You were just begging me for more and now you’re asking me to stop? Liar.” He snarled, spit flying from his jaw as it landed against your exposed back and neck.

“I wasn’t, I didn’t mean it-” You wailed incoherently, unsure of what you could say to make him stop. He’d already made it abundantly clear he saw you as no more than a possession, a commodity that he could do with as he pleased. Your eyes still wandering around the woods erratically, hoping for some kind of sign of escape or rescue.

“You’re mine now, you do whatever I say.” Bakugou pressed his hips further, feeling you continue to clench around him as he buried more of his length inside your inner walls, “Every part of you belongs to me.”

“Please,” You sobbed, “Please just let me go home-”

“If you do as I say I’ll return you to your family,” Bakugou’s movements paused, his hand stroking along your spine almost soothingly as he waited for your response.

“P-promise,” You cried, your lower lip trembling as you allowed yourself to relax, to believe him.

“Promise.” Bakugou repeated. From your position you were unable to see the sly smirk on his lips as he finally surged forward, burying his cock inside you to the hilt. The movement causes your cheek to press against the cool bark as you felt it scratch your skin.

“Fuck,” He snarled, cherishing the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him, “You were worth the wait.”

“You don’t think it’s a coincidence that of all the villages I picked yours?” He smirked as he began to slowly roll his hips against yours, “I’ve been watching you.”

“Y-you, what?” Your head was swimming with emotions as you tried to decipher what he meant, he’d been watching you? “So it was you that destroyed our harvest.”

“But I gave it back, didn’t I?” He smirked, grunting as your cunt continued to squeeze around his cock, “Fuckin’ tight-”

You whimpered as he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the desolate forest as you were pushed against the hardwood of the oak tree, your breasts scraping against the bark with each rut of his hips, irritating your puffy nipples.

“I could have easily stolen you away,” His hands tightened their grip on your hips, sharp nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake, “But this? This was far more fun. Your father has probably forgotten about you already. He gave you up so easily, after all.”

You tried not to think about your father at this moment, was he thinking about you? Was he looking for you? Did he even care? The pooka was right, he did give you up so easily.

“Shit,” He snarled from behind you, the ridges of his cock catching against your silky walls as he dragged his cock in and out of your slick heat. Greedily chasing his own release as you continued to flutter around him.

You squealed when you felt his palm come down hard against your ass, your skin prickling as you tried to move away from his touch. Your body caged between his and the tree trunk. Bakugou repeated the motion, eager to pull more of those sounds from your lips as he watched the swell of your ass ripple with the motion of his smack, making your velvety heat clench around him.

“You’re going to look so perfect carrying my pups,” Bakugou snarled, sharp fangs biting down onto the apex of your neck to draw blood, the metallic taste seemingly heightening his senses as his pace increased. His harsh ruts bruising the round mounds of your ass painfully as he chased his own release, “So full and round.”

“No, please. I don’t want to- I can’t-” Your words were slurred as your head continued to knock against the tree trunk, a dull thud echoing around the woods.

“Your body says differently, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a hand down on your abdomen, feeling the way his cock stretched you out. Imagining how you would look carrying his litter, the thought making him growl possessively behind you.

You felt the coil inside you impossibly close to breaking, your inner walls squeezing his cock as you felt your own climax wash over you. Bakugou’s hand pressed against your abdomen helping to ease you into your orgasm as your toes curled. Your fingertips scraped against the bark of the tree as you began to shake in the tremors of your bliss. Your legs almost giving way as Bakugou pressed his body harder against yours, trapping you between the hard surface of the tree and his back as he continued to use you for his own need.

“That’s it, you filthy girl. You wanted me to breed you, didn’t you?” He snarled as he felt your cunt continue to milk his cock in the ripples of your orgasm, “You want me to fill you up with my cum. Have you carry my child-”

“No, please-” You trembled, trying to turn your head to face him, “I can’t.”

“We should show your father how desperate you were to be filled with my pups.” Bakugou smirked as he pressed a palm down against your back, pressing your chest against the wood as it rubbed your skin raw, greedily rutting his hips into your tight heat.

The scent of sex mixed with the damp mildew of nature, the smell mixing with your senses as delirium began to take over, feeling lightheaded as Bakugou continued his harsh pace behind you. Your mind trying to focus on anything but the pain your body felt, the intense stretch he was creating as he continued brutalising your body. Bakugou’s hand reached up to tug at your hair, craning your neck to a difficult angle so he could see the expression on your face. The way your lips contorted as he fucked into your tight cunt, his vermilion eyes in slits as he chased his own release.

Bakugou’s hips moving feverishly, his fanged teeth biting down on your skin to leave fresh marks as he claimed you as his own, your cunt milking his cock as he teetered on the edge of his climax.

“You’re mine.” He growled possessively, fangs biting down onto your shoulder as he bottomed out, his cock throbbing as his climax followed swiftly after your own.

Thick, white spurts of his release coating your inner walls as he stayed buried inside you. His cock slowly decreased in size as he came down from his high, his tongue moving to lash against the wounds that he had left against your skin, the marks marring the pretty flesh as he panted behind you. Keeping himself buried deep inside your velvety walls to keep you full of his cum, giving a few sloppy ruts as he regained his breath.

When he pulled out of your abused body you could no longer hold yourself up, trying to splay your palms against the trunk of the tree before your legs gave way, sliding onto the muddy floor as you shivered, your clothes a pile of fabric beside you that were now soiled with dirt.

“You’ll let me go now, right?” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your legs as you curled into yourself. Feeling his release seeping from your convulsing walls as the moisture slick against your thighs, “That’s what you said-”

“I’m sorry, Princess.” Bakugou’s hand stroked the top of your head, bending down on his haunches beside you, “Didn’t they tell you never trust a Pooka?”

[bubuslutty]

Bambi with fangs pt. 2

Part 1, all parts

Moodboard

pairing: lumberjack! frank castle x (mutant) vampire fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

tags: mutants exist, (kinda) drug use and substance abuse (from someone else), I can't think of anymore tags pls lmk

warning: none, just a little bit of lore writing before we get to the fucking 😗

Summary: Frank wanted someone to bring a little bit of excitement to his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe someone who wasn't scared of anything, who could handle being with him and his bloody baggage of violence and death that he still has to drag around with him. But what he was not expecting, was to end with an armful of mutant, all fangy and pretty with blood running down her nose and chin.

a/n: this chapter is mainly focused on Bambi and Peter because I need to write some lore and explanation for some stuff for a bit before we can get to the good stuff with Frankie 😋 i think this is only going to be 3 parts, no more. unless I get inspired. but for now, that's all I have planned.

“I’m going out, see you later, Aunt May!” Peter called out before closing the door behind him and running to grab his bike.

Peter lived in a small rural town with his aunt in a modest-sized house. The small town had a church, a bar, a hair salon, a library, a grocery store and other small businesses and even a community centre. It wasn’t much but it was so much more than what other towns offered.

The young man made his way to the newsagent, he placed his bike against the wall and bought a couple of chocolate bars and magazines for his aunt. All of a sudden, a bright pink cover caught his attention, he stared at the magazine cover before his eyes widened in recognition.

The old man behind the counter followed Peter’s gaze and smirked, “Pretty, isn’t she?”

“One- One copy, please,” Peter said, finally closing his mouth and looking away from the magazine cover.

“Here, on the house. Enjoy.” The man said and Peter grimaced, giving the man a short nod. He shoved the chocolate bars and the magazines into his bag and took off on his bike, towards Frank’s house.

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Frank was leaning against the kitchen countertop, a mug of coffee in hand as he slowly sipped his hot beverage while staring at the mutant who was staring at him silently, arms crossed over her bralette.

“Sleep alright?” Frank asked, staring at the woman over his mug.

“Yes, thank you for asking.” She lied. Bambi didn’t even close her eyes yesterday, not even once.

Frank has offered his bed to her, claiming he could easily sleep in the living room downstairs, given that she is in a rough shape and needs a proper night of rest. But she refused. The mutant ended up sleeping in the living room, on the same couch she woke up on.

Well, she couldn’t sleep, but Frank thinks so, at least Bambi thinks so, he hasn’t said anything that would suggest otherwise. And he was still staring at her.

Bambi was used to people staring at her. Her last job was literally being a model, a Playboy bunny. She was used to flashing lights, cameras in her face and men ogling her with their eyes and most women looking at her with an odd mixture of awe and disgust. 

But Frank was staring, and it made her skin itch and her heart race. This random stranger saved her last night from that bar. Who went out of his way to fight a whole group of men, outnumbered and all just for her. 

And there was his scent. It was actually so stupid. 

Yesterday, when she lay on the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest and had her body wrapped in a clean blanket, she could hear every sound from upstairs. She heard the shower get turned on and could smell shampoo and body wash, and under all of it, she was finally able to smell his scent when all the blood and sweat were washed away.

She couldn’t sleep a wink that night. The longer she stayed awake, the more the house smelled like him and less like the young man, Peter, and the stink of the men on Frank’s clothes. Everything started smelling like him and she was practically going insane over the man’s stupid scent.

At some point early in the morning, she couldn’t keep still and started pacing around the living room, kitchen and everywhere she could without having to open any doors or windows in fear of waking the man up. The gums around her fangs were itching and she wanted to claw at her neck and bury her head under the man’s shirt.

She doesn’t even know him.

The only thing she knows is his name, that his scent is absolutely impossible to stay put around and that he has huge veiny hands and a huge back.

A knock on the door brought her out of her daydreams and she realised with a gasp she was staring at Frank the whole time. She immediately turned around and rushed to the door, to open it or run away? We’re about to find out.

“Peter! Good morning!” Bambi exclaimed with a wide nervous grin, a hand on her hip and the other on the doorknob.

Peter’s lips parted, and instead of greeting her, he just gaped at her like a fish.

The mutant frowned in confusion, but before she could do anything she was gently moved out of the way with a hand on her arm by Frank.

“Come in, I need you to do something for me today.” 

Peter tried really hard to be a gentleman like his aunt taught him and stop staring like a weirdo at the woman. But he doesn’t remember her looking so- so beautiful, last night? Maybe it was the shock, the blood distracting him, or her being a mutant, but he swears he doesn’t remember her being this pretty when he first saw her.

“Peter.” Frank called out to the young man, watching him stare at the woman without blinking while Bambi just stood there.

“Uhm, good morning! I came just to check on… Bambi… yeah.” Peter said after clearing his throat.

“I’m doing okay, thank you.” Bambi answered with a kind smile, quickly glancing at Frank and then back at Peter.

“I have to leave for work soon, so can help out Bambi while I’m gone?” Frank asked, looking straight at Peter.

Peter quickly nodded, “Yeah, sure. What do you want me to do?” 

“Yesterday, one of the guys that were after you,” Frank carefully started, noticing her tensing up a bit. “He said you drive a pink car.”

“Yes! I drove here in my car, a 1955 Dodge.” Bambi exclaimed.

“And where did you park it?” Frank asked the woman.

“Uh, in the woods? Next to the big welcome sign, I think at least...” Bambi answered with both hands behind her back, as if she was a child confessing to breaking a flower pot.

“Peter will help you get your car, and if you want, you can use my shower to clean up before leaving,” Frank said while slipping on his jacket.

“Or you can use my aunt’s bathroom, she lives alone, well, I live with her, but y’know-” Peter said, his ears turning red under his beanie.

Bambi smiled and Frank nodded, “Yeah, or that. Be careful, I don’t know if those men are still in town, Peter will watch over you.” 

Peter was ready to complain but almost swallowed his tongue when Bambi looked at him with a bright smile. 

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After walking all the way to her parked car in the woods, Bambi drove Peter and herself to Peter’s house with him telling her which direction to go and where to turn. When they arrived, she grabbed clean clothes from her trunk and stood awkwardly behind Peter as he knocked on the door and waited for his aunt to open.

“Peter, did you forget your key-” Aunt May said and stopped when her eyes landed on a nervous Peter and the most stunningly beautiful but also awkward woman she ever laid eyes on.

“Peter?... Who’s this?...” Aunt May said without taking her eyes off the woman.

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Peter said and grabbed Bambi’s wrist, pulling her inside and dragging her up the stairs towards the bathroom.

“Shout if you need anything.” Peter said to Bambi as they both stood in front of the bathroom.

The young man was about to run back downstairs when she grabbed his arm, “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you, Peter.” She said after kissing his cheek and closing the door of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, with his mouth wide open.

Then he slowly turned his head around, a hand hovering over his cheek and met his Aunt’s wide eyes.

“Peter,” Aunt May warned.

“No, no, no, I swear this isn’t what it looks like!”

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“So what now? You sleep with men and women without dating them? This isn’t how I raised you, Peter!” 

“I didn’t! She’s a friend of Frank’s! And she needed help!”

“What??”

“Frank helped her last night when she was passed out at Josie’s. She was about to get assaulted if it was not Frank, and she spent the night at his and she just needs somewhere to get cleaned up, that’s all.” 

Aunt May looked very troubled and upset, a hand to her mouth while she stared at Peter across the dining table, “Poor woman…” 

“Annnnddddd,” Peter took a deep breath, fighting the smile away from his face.

“And what?”

“She’s like me, Aunt May.” Peter said with a grin.

Aunt May’s eyes widened, “She has been bitten?”

“Uh, no? I think she does the biting- I meant it as in she’s a mutant, like me! Can you believe it?” Peter said with a wide grin.

Soft footsteps made the two stand up and Aunt May smiled at the woman with a hand in her hair, brushing it back, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you for letting me use your shower on such short notice. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Bambi said apologetically.

“Oh, no, no way. Don’t worry about it, honey. In fact, you can leave your clothes here, I have a load to put in the machine anyway.” Aunt May said, walking around the table and holding the woman’s hands.

“I can’t possibly let you do this for me, I’m just burdening you,” Bambi said, unable to help but pout.

“You’re not, don’t say such nonsense. Unless you have to leave early today?” Aunt May said and Bambi froze.

Peter and Aunt May stared at her, “Uhm, no, I’m not leaving til tomorrow morning.” 

“Great!” Aunt May took the clothes from the woman’s hands and looked at Peter, “I have to leave for work, so take the nice lady to get a bite.”

“You can call me Bambi.” The mutant said with a small smile.

Aunt May glanced at Peter who gave her a short nod and smiled back at the woman, “Of course, Bambi.” 

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Peter was sitting across from the other mutant in the diner while she sipped at a milkshake. They weren’t speaking, the silence hanging above them like a cosy blanket while he stared at her under his lashes while he sipped his own milkshake.

Her hair was still drying and sticking to her neck, and her skin finally had a warmth to it, unlike the night before. Her new clothes consisted of a black bra underneath a cropped white tank top, mom jeans and a pair of combat boots.

She was sipping at her milkshake while watching the town wake up, and the other small businesses open. The milkshake was strawberry flavoured, sweet and fruity, but it didn’t do much at satisfying the hunger in her stomach, no matter what she eats or drank she’ll feel hungry unless she feeds. But that can wait. 

The day before she was in another town, hungry and in a nightclub, drinking from some random man who was more than willing to let her bury her fangs in his wrist and inject poison in his system so he wouldn’t remember the encounter the next day. But with the hunger from the long days in the road, driving further and further away from New York, made her stupid, careless. 

And she completely missed how the man was on drugs, how his body was hot and clammy, how he giggled and kept passing out every so often while she fed. She knows for a fact that the man is in a coma or has probably overdosed and died by now.

She doesn’t mention any of it to Peter, or Frank.

“You’re staring,” Bambi said without looking away from the window to her right.

“Sorry.” Peter quickly apologised and looked down at his drink.

“You have something to ask, so ask away.” She said, finally looking at him.

Peter didn’t say anything for a while, and then he reached for his backpack and retrieved the magazine with the pink cover and placed it in front of her. Bambi’s eyes widened and she grabbed the magazine with both hands, staring at the cover and then flipping through the magazine.

“Is that you?” Peter asked.

“Where did you get this?” She said instead, and that answered his question.

“Newspaper agent,” Peter said and regretted even taking this magazine with him in the first place. He should’ve minded his own business and acted as if he didn’t recognise the woman on the cover.

“Shit.” Bambi cursed.

“Shit. This issue is old, this shouldn’t be sold anywhere.” She said, clenching her jaw.

“So you’re….You’re what? 100 years old?”

Bambi looked up at Peter and placed the magazine back on the table, face down, “Something like that.” 

“Holy shit.” He cursed, eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

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[besamehyuka]

Target?

Let's Keep Her

Chapter 6~

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WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SCENES WHICH MAY BE UNPLEASANT FOR SOME READERS! SUCH AS; INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING, WORDS, ACTIONS AND PHRASES. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT/MAFIA/ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES; DO NOT READ!!

"Seems like you had a wonderful night." Felix joked lightly slapping Chan on the shoulder, looking at the leader's face.

Jeongin sat in the back his eyes staring down at the floor, deep in thought as Hyunjin sat next to him. Hyunjin could've cared less about what was happening at this very moment, but in this moment all he could take in was Felix.

Felix......

How his soft hair stuck to the sides of his face whenever he had finished jogging or practicing some sort of combat. How his lush pink lips would smirk when Hyunjin would show him some sort of affection.

Hyunjin never really told Felix how much he adored him, mainly because he didn't want to ruin a friendship, over stupid feelings.

It was selfish, yeah Hyunjin had to admit that, but it was better that way.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." You stated walking over to sit on a couch at the corner of the large room, your eyes fell to the floor.

How could you have been so stupid?

You practically gave up your body for a man you just met. You didn't even put up a fight!

Yeah Chan was goregous, but...

"Y/n. Let me treat your wounds." A concerned Jeongin stated leaning over you, his eyes catching yours.

You blush profusely, trying to hold back any emotion, so he wouldn't pick up on it. "Ok.." you respond.

"We'll go in the other room with Changbin. I'm not sure if you met him yet, but he's second in command. So he can speak freely to you." He smiled, a beautiful fangy smile before telling Chan where you were headed.

Chan only nodded before Jisung whispered something in Chan's ear, making him glance at you and Jeongin a little while longer.

While Jeongin led you to a pastel purple room, your thoughts started swarming in on you.

What did Jisung tell Chan? Will I die? Why am I so worried?

Jeongin lightly tapped your forehead, bringing you back to reality.

"What are you scared about?" He asks, holding your hand in his huge veiny one, lightly stroking the top of your hand lovingly.

"Nothing.." You whisper and Jeongin nods, you didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to pressure you.

"I know some wounds are going to be, you know.... In intimate places so I'll get Chan to do those, I'll just do the ones on the surface, where I'm allowed to get."

You nodded, softly gripping the leather couch he now placed you on.

Another muscular man walked in, his eyes matching those of Chan's but held a much more paler gold. His hair was dark brown with a hint of green at the tips.

He sucked in a breath as he saw you, confused.

He had never seen someone like you. Someone so.....

Beautiful.

He closed his eyes and tapped his foot against the wooden floor, thinking before making his way to you.

"She's got many wounds. Chan didn't go easy on her.." Jeongin stated, giving Changbin a quick update.

"I'd assume, since I didn't get any sleep last night. Does your insides hurt?" Changbin asked placing a hand on your lower back, steadying his breathing.

"Just a little.."

Jeongin nodded. "Well, I'll go tell Chan I'll have to heal those wounds." He stated, his voice soft and caring as he looked up at you, leaving a soft squeeze to your thigh, before exiting the room.

The touch was electrifying and made you want more.

How could you?

You really were a slut, huh?

"As you can tell Chan is very protective over what is his. And I guess, you're his now."

"You guess?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you looked at the ground. "I don't want any of this. Why am I even here?"

"Chan and Felix have their ways, but this time I'm not even sure why you're here." He states, his tone gentle which was a huge contrast to his huge body and muscles.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that yes they did indeed take you back. But to bring you back they must've found you."

"Changbin you're confusing me."

"They we're targeting you. Why? I'm not sure of that either."

Your eyes widened, and you remembered Felix's harsh words the day you met.

"Looks like we found her boss."

Also, Hyunjin's words after you came from the shower..

"You we're supposed to kill her! Not bring her back!"

Then Chan's words from last night

"That's why I picked you..."

You looked back up at Changbin. "So you mean, they didn't pick me up because of a detour.. but because it was a mission?"

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