#they'd both hunt my ass down

[juiceboxjiffy]

I have SO much goin on and I literally cannot just leave for a while to take a break. V worried I'm gonna snap. Not even sex is helpin much anymore.

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

→ premise: there existed no such cricumstances in which dean doesnt want your lips against his. bloodied, bruised, even with broken bones, a kiss from his girl makes it all better.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: tw: blood, fluff, but some sort of instense making out, established relationship, descriptions of blood and injuries, blood in mouth, nicknames [baby, sweetheart, my girl], reader is described a bit to have anxiety

→ a/n: as always i hope dean isn’t too out of character as i have never written for him! enjoy my loves :) and sorry its short.

A hunt had gone south they got the monster and it was done but Dean was injured, they were headed back to the bunker. That was all Sam spit out over the phone, normally you appreciated his ability to get straight to the point. Currently you were cursing it as he hung up shortly after cause he was the one driving back. You had a million and one questions running through your head and more than half of them weren’t good.

This was the part of the boys going off hunting and you staying back that you hated the most. When one of them got hurt or something went wrong and all you could do was sit there, a chill running down your spine as your blood boiled in your veins, anxiously pacing the living room, trying to not let yourself jump to the worst conclusions which you regularly failed to do.

You used to go on hunts with them and instead of you currently being the one riddled with anxiety, it was Dean. Once the two of you pulled your heads out of your asses (as Sam would say) and realized you’ve had feelings for each other for years, you got together. Being officially together seemed to make Dean's protective nature increase tenfold. He was even more terrified to lose you now than before. He began fussing over you whenever you'd get even the slightest scarpe or bump on a hunt. He would glue himself to your side the whole duration. Forcing you to normally stay back in the motel room when the hunt turned into a more dangerous situation than dean cared to put you in.

You loved Dean but it began to get a bit too tedious to deal with and even Sam made a comment on how overprotective he was being. In an attempt to make hunts go easier and ease your boyfriend's anxiety, once you all situated yourselfs in the bunker you suggested to him that you go out on hunts less, especially when they could now take Cas. Dean jumped at the suggestion but you couldn't blame him.

“I think that's a great idea baby” he said with a kiss to your forehead.

You still helped out, researching things when Sam needed the help, going through old books and files in the library, patching them up when they’d come back with cuts and bruises. You hadn't realized just how jittery you'd be however stuck in the bunker when he was out and especially when they went on far away hunts.

They'd go to the hospital when things were really bad, so you knew if the boys were on their way back then it couldn’t be too bad. The reminder did nothing to sooth your racing thoughts, your heart thumping so hard you could practically hear it pounding in your ears. You didn't know just how long you've been pacing back and forth, too afraid to look up at the clock and realize it's only been a few minutes since Sam called.

You don't hear the sound of baby pulling into the garage, your head is too clouded as you were damn near about to wear a grove down into the old floors. The sound of a door shutting loudly and two sets of heavy footsteps are heard down the hallway. Spinning so quickly on your feet you nearly lose your balance you turn to face the noise. Watching as the brothers emerge from the dark hall, Dean's arm rests on Sam's shoulder almost using him like a human crutch. You let out a small gasp making them stop and both of their eyes snap up to yours, weather you gasped in surprise at the state of your boyfriend or in relief you can’t tell.

“Hi sweetheart, We’re home” Dean tilts his head, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm and deep tone. He pushes off of Sam, clearly able to at least stand on his own, slowly making his way over to you a small limp in his step.

In the blink of an eye you’re rushing into his arms, your soft hands grabbing ahold of his beaten up face and crashing your lips against his. He grunts out a “fuck” in surprise or pain the word dying in his throat turning into a noise as his eyes fall shut and he grabs ahold of your hips. With a sharp tug he pulls your body as close as he can to his, his hands sliding up your sides. His bloodied lips against your plush ones, kissing you like a man starved, a kiss you’ve come accustomed to when he comes home from longer hunts. “Missed you” he hums in a hushed tone into the kiss for only you to hear, making your racing heart only speed up. His blood flows into your opened mouth as the kiss goes on, the metallic taste on your tongue foreign but you were far too relieved he was back in one piece to care about the blood coating your tongue.

Any pain Dean felt after the whole ordeal and from the bumpy ride back to the bunker seemed to fade from his body. He could care less about his brother's presence still in the room or the blood still dripping from his face and that covered his clothes or his split lip. It felt as if all the bruises that were forming on his body were already being kissed away as your soft lips slid against his. The taste of your mouth overcoming the taste of the blood in his, your scent calming his body, reminding him he's finally home again. Your body grounding him.

A rough deep cough stops the moment making the two of you reluctantly pull away, lips swollen and parted as you catch your breath.

“Before this gets any more R-rated maybe we should patch him up and you know clean him up” Sam suggested with a small light hearted chuckle as he walks off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You were grateful you remembered just yesterday that it had needed to be restocked. “Sorry Sammy” Dean calls after him, you turn your head away and follow up with a “Sorry not sorry” down the hall after him making a small smirk grow on your boyfriend's face.

Once he's out of eye sight, Dean grabs ahold of your face by lightly squeezing your cheeks and turns your head back to face him. Leaning down to begin softly kissing you again, groaning against your lips when the pain in his body begins to return.

“Who needs a first aid kit, all i need is my girl's kisses” He mumbled softly against your mouth, making you break out into a smile. A small tear slips down your cheek, your breath returning to your lungs and the chill in your spine fading as relief finally settled over your body knowing he's okay.

→ a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog or send me some dean requests id love to write more for him!

[evilminji]

Oh... my god? Ghost Reporters.

Imagine it. Their office is in the Zone. They literally FEED of hunting for The Next Big Scoop! And Revealing The Truth! Every honest reporter that got silenced for getting a little too close to the facts. The bloody, beating, heart of societies underbelly.

Every Lois Lane that had no Kryptonian to stop some rich and powerful jackals putting them in the ground.

Well Death sure didn't stop THEM! They STILL want answers! But now they have co-wokers. Oh~ and SUPERPOWERS! And best part?

The newly appointed KING is going too and from the living world. That must mean it's okay now, RIGHT? Your majesty? You're not a RAGING HYPOCRITE, aaaaare you? :) 🎤

And... look. Danny knows full well what these piranhas are up too. He's not stupid. But Madeline Fenton raised a lot of things. Fool? Not one of um. That a LOT of reporters with sharp, sharp teeth and bloodlust in their eyes. He wants to half-live.

He compromises. Illusion of control and all that. Yeah, yeah, they all tooootally respect his authority etc. Give them Them Scoop! He, wisely, gets the fuck out of the way. Whoosh! Off they go!

Thats.... probably gonna be a problem. *siiiiiips his morning coffee* But it's not HIS problem. Not right now.

And? Suddenly all these politicians and business leaders are getting fucking AMBUSHED. Oh? You thought you'd get soft ball "aren't I a man of the people. Buy oil!" Bullshit questions? HA! Where were you on June 27th, 1978, at-

And "according to YOUR words, exact quote as follows-"

Just? They BEAT the leader with the STICK. "Oh but you'll lose access". They'd love to see HOW! They can go through WALLS! Answer the question, coward. "Your gonna make powerful enemies!" Oh nooooo, what are they gonna DO?

Shoot us TWICE?

Hey Mr. Family Values! How's the three mistresses your wife doesn't know about?? "No comment"? That's fine. We already have THEIRS. >:D Good luck with your upcoming election!

And like? As newspapers are shutting down and turning clickbait all across the country? This ONE(1) tiny, middle of nowhere town? Somehow has a horrid, horrid, ARMY of Satan's own Reporters. All apparently willing to die for the News. Throwing themselves at dictators and Supervillians alike.

"We see no God here but the Truth" is literally their papers MOTTO.

The damn thing is basicly a BRICK. You get a paperback of news. Entire planet AND THEN SOME. How?! How are they reporting, IN DETAIL, on the break down of talks between two planets 16 galaxies over? Hal says it's accurate. But what Earth paper would even HAVE that information?

And?? The whole town treats this as normal? There are human children, complaining about the weight of papers, because it makes their paper routes a pain in the ass. Soccer moms discussing alien celebrity drama. Farmers muttering over foreign unrest and how it will impact their corn harvest.

Fucking Lex Luthor, clearly deciding to roll with it, coming to sign himself up for a paper. Gaining a new life long Nemesis upon meeting Vladimir Master, whom he decides is both hot and unbearable. Someone is heard shouting "oh god, there's TWO OF THEM!"

And?? Look. Clark isn't MAD. Or JEALOUS. Nor is he in a secret Reporting War with Jerry from the Amity Chronicle. Because that would be petty and childish. He's just SAYING, maybe they should check the place out!

Maybe Jerry is a DICK and deserves it, is all. (Lois stop laughing.)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight

[levemetal]

Dual calamities Qijiu AU save me.... save me Dual Calamity Qijiu...

Yes they are wearing each other's former coats/outer layer and tons of matching accessory and garment pieces why do you ask

Details under the cut/Rambling ahead

Dual calamities AU, post pidw. SJ kills himself on the shards of Xuan Su by swallowing them. Qijiu end up entwined into one ghost amalgamation, their combined regrets hatred spite and resentment and everything creating a nearly supreme/calamity level ghost. They go off indiscriminately murdering in the demon realm in a mindless unaware rampage, consuming ghosts and demons alike and becoming stronger until they are strong enough to be aware once more.

Luo Binghe becomes aware of the new calamity too late, due to his distraction with the Bingge vs Bingmei extra happenings, and ends up regretting it as he fails to catch up to them time and time again, despite attempting to chase down the new calamity that slaughtered half the demons in a mindless rage.

It could go down the Bingqijiu path or be simply Qijiu retreating somewhere to live in peace. Maybe being annoyed later on by Hua Cheng and/or He Xuan, maybe even Bai Wuxiang once. They kick Qi Rong off a mountain once, when he comes to annoy them for the title only to prove that is not a calamity (unfortunately for him, ily stinky green ghost). SJ is gonna have the time of his life roasting his ass. Qi Rong will leave both in pieces and tears.

Their only disadvantage really is that they cannot seperate too much, physically. But I imagine after being in each other's brains after the soul merge they don't particularly care to be (nor would they want to be. This is Qijiu we're talking about.) It's Qijiu's codependant dream. Xuan Su sewed them together and actually they are very very codependant and possessive after everything so this is just fine. They probably even have a Xuan Su blood weapon, that heeds both their commands and calls. While fighting they synchronise, with YQY being the strength and SJ the brains.

I imagine YQY is able to conjure the arrows that pierced him as spiritual projectiles, and SJ chains that bound him in the water prison. Their strength was cultivated by absorbing and devouring other ghosts and demons.

@ace-shenanigans came up with the lovely title "jade dragon stalks bamboo" which is a much better title than I could ever hope to come up with. Thank you for listening to my mad ramblings

I've been wanting to draw and think on this for a while, of how grotesque to make the initial ghost + the later higher cultivation form. But basically the kiln and everything would count them as one ghost, probably a dual title too. They'd be like a myth amongst the realms, retreating to a comfortable mountain peak with bamboo, occassionally off to hunt down slavers.

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Past, Present and that of Space

Masterlist

Dead-ends and Surprise Visits

“Alrightie, Duke your classes don't start for an hour right, LightBrite?” Duke snorted, nodding as he got comfortable pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders. “Good good, should be enough time, ehhhh maybe we'll see, anyway!!” 

Harley snagged a cookie munching on it before she began. “Sooo years ago before I was a doctor and your daddio a crime-fighting college drop-out vigilante, we went to Gotham Uni. Bruce had been studying to be a Doctor like your granddaddy, so all of us had the same base classes. We actually had a study group and we'll as a ‘Fuck Professor Tanner’ club.

We met in advanced Calculus, I sucked and Brucie was my seat buddy along with Vladdie. After a bad failed test on my part and Professor Tanner purposely marking the others down, we formed a spite study group. I dragged Crane into it and Vlad pulled Jackie and Mads in! It kinda cemented our friendships a bit!” Harley snorted, shaking her head while reminiscing on the old days.

“Jackie, Mads, and Vladdie we're going for Doctorates in Science and Engineering. Jackie was more towards Engineering that was his crazy strong point while Mads and Vladdie were genius to boot. Would've fit in very well with your bunch now that I think ‘bout it! It grew a pretty decent friend group between us. Of course Brucie dropped out after that year, but Crane and I stayed pretty close with them. It was our final year when a lot of drama happened.” Harley sighed before grabbing her Tea cup downing it.

“The three of them were convinced that another universe lay parallel to ours. Called it the Ghost Zone, they'd been attempting to make a portal to it for months. Then the accident happened, it exploded and Vlad got carted off campus, didn’t see him again after that. He transferred out and last we heard he went to Wisconsin. Jackie and Mads were heartbroken, they’d been friends for a while at that point and losing Vlad made them a little unstable. Not ya know, rouge unstable but they started designing weapons to hunt ghosts. Caught some attention shortly before graduation and got a couple grants, they were really ecstatic. They left soon after we graduated, Jackie proposed and Mads said yes, went back to Mads hometown for the wedding. I got invited but at that point I was already at Arkham and well, you know my story already.” 

Tim stopped his note taking, looking up at Harley, who seemed slightly trapped in thought. He coughed slightly, breaking her out of her remembrance of who Harleen Quinzel used to be. 

“Ghost Zone? Huh? Weird niche of all things but ya know, we dress up and go fight crime nightly.” Duke elbowed him teasingly as he ate a cookie, and Tim rolled his eyes. “Right, right I forgot one of us is  a weirdo and patrols during the day time!”

“Oi! At least I don’t have an ugly ass cowl, owl head ass.” Tim gave him the dirtiest look, already calculating how far Duke dropped on his favorite sibling list.

“Congrats Duke, Damian has officially passed you on my favorite siblings list. It’s a sad day when two siblings drop below the one that has stabbed me multiple times.” Duke went to respond but was cut off by Harley’s barking laughter. Harley was bent over holding her stomach laughing so hard Duke contemplated running to get a cure for Joker Venom, but seeing the satisfied look on Tim’s face calmed him. Tim’s plan to distract her clearly worked, besides he had enough to work on now.

Of course Danny had contact with the Realms, his parents succeed in making their portal after all. 

Alfred hummed lowly to himself as he entered his bedroom for a short break. He set the tea tray down before pulling out both his chairs and sitting down.

“You were cutting it close you know, old friend.” He sipped his tea slowly before looking up at the person now sitting in the chair across from him. “You’ve set my charges into a protective mode that will lead to less sleep. Honestly the extra stress you’ve added to my plate with this stunt.”

“Apologies are in order for that, you know I should not interfere too often. Their eyes weren’t on me for only a few seconds, talking with Young Timothy was not possible.” His form shifted and Alfred hummed taking in the appearance of the elderly man in front of him.

“Your form has changed. I see you added to your family circle, congratulations.” Clockwork chuckled knowing he had taken some aspects from the kids he had practically adopted when they were fourteen.

“Indeed, not as many as your brood, but I am content. They have fine futures, fine futures indeed.”

“I see, and their futures are now intertwined with my charges.”

“Yes they are, we will be seeing more of each other in the future. Young Timothy will get along very well with my Phantom. They will be a force to be reckoned with.”

“Dear Clockwork, I believe they are on their own, together they could rule the multiverse.” Clockwork and Alfred were silent for a while, simply enjoying tea together. However he was the first to break their silence with a chuckle.

“I believe you are quite right Alfred. Quite right indeed.”

Dani typed silently on her phone as she sprawled across Danny’s back. The other Halfa too busy editing a video to pay attention to her. The others in their family were in varying places of Fenton Works but the two self-proclaimed siblings had holed up in Danny’s room. At first they simply sat staring at the ceiling, or rather staring into space, literally. After discovering Danny was the new Ancient of Space came even more power training that had Danny wish to rip his hair out.

Danny had discovered the ability to make a rift that could remain open until he willed it away, it was unlike portals that he needed to concentrate on to keep open. No those portals were Dani’s expertise, able to portal them to any place and even universes. Danny’s rifts allowed him direct access to space, and since discovering it his ceiling had been a constant show of the different galaxies that graced their universe. So often the others would come to call them for dinner and find the two’s eyes locked on their stars.

Val often joked that Dani’s love for space came from her template. Of course Dani wasn’t as crazy about space as Danny was but she still loved it. Dani paused her typing looking up at the ceiling for a moment before grinning.

“Danny, I have a great idea. Our next video should be in space.” Danny stopped editing mind racing between different ideas before his core was vibrating so hard in excitement that he was purring. Dani’s mirth couldn’t be contained as her body took flight lifting off him and towards the rift. “We could do so much!”

“Visiting other planets!”

“Space fights!”

“A day in the life with off-world species!”

“Jumping universes! People will lose their minds if we go to the ‘Futurama’ universe!”

“Oh my crown Dani! The possibilities are endless!!” Danny laughed as he took flight playfully taking the girl out of the air, both phasing through his bedroom floor and bouncing off the couch as they began a mini fight. Wes watched them amused as he paused his show, thankful he was sitting fully to the left of the couch and not in the middle. “Black holes! We can explore black holes!!” Danny announced laughing as he got Dani into a headlock only for her to phase out and land a hard elbow to his gut.

“Yes! Oooooh I want to kick you into a black hole so bad!!” We can cut the video there and the next one can be you in the Futurama Universe trying to find your way back!!” The two cackled together as their fighting amped up. 

“That is a pretty good idea.” Wes hummed, blinking as mischievous eyes locked on him. “Don’t even think about it you two.” He warned as they started grinning, he threw himself to the side flipping over the arm of the couch as they lunged at him phasing through and landing on the other side in a crouch. “Damnit!” Wes yelled as he scrambled up taking off up the stairs. The two grin as they jumped flying up through the floor to the hallway waiting to ambush him, only to be surprised when the front door slammed shut.

“Did he just?” Dani asked as she stuck her head through the wall Danny followed a second later as they watched Wes booking it down the street.

“He just juked us. Oh we gotta get him now!” The two flew through the wall, not even transforming as they rushed after him, waving to a few people who called out to them. Jack and Maddie watched them go from where they were unloading groceries from the Fenton Ghost Assault vehicle.

“Oh I hope they have fun hunting Wes!” Jack said with a laugh as Maddie slid a fifth bag onto his right arm. “Ah these kids keep up young Mads!” Maddie laughed leaning up and kissing his cheek as she grabbed the last four bags and locked the assault vehicle.

“Those kids of ours they really do, and they’re all growing up and breaking my heart! I wish we could have more.” Maddie said with a small laugh as Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her, Tucker opened the door for them as they approached and Maddie kissed his forehead in thanks as they walked to the kitchen. “Thank you Tucker dear. Are Sam and Val here?” Tucker nodded following them after he took some bags from Jack.

“Yes, they’re in the kitchen waiting to help with groceries. I was gonna let the other three know but Danny and Dani were having one of their bonding fights, then Wes got dragged into it.” Jack laughed as he put the last bags on the counter.

“We saw that! If it wasn’t for the groceries I had I would’ve ran after to join them! It's that Fenton blood after all!” Maddie chuckled, sharing a look with Sam before she moved over to the fridge starting to clean it out.

“And the fact that ghosts literally bond through fighting, it's like another language to them.” Val said with a chuckle as she unpacked some bags. “How about spaghetti tonight?” Moving aside the needed ingredients as agreements rang out from the room. “Sweet, is it alright if I invite my dad? He makes some mean garlic bread.”

“Of course Val! You’re our kid now and that makes him a Fenton too! The more the merrier!” Jack said moving over to pull out the needed cooking utensils. Sam was quick to take them from him, shooing him away while waving a spatula.

“I’ll invite my grandma over too. She made cookies yesterday and wanted more people to try her new recipe. I’ll make dinner with Tucker, you two aren’t allowed to make food anymore after those hot dogs took over the town.” Jack held his hands up defensively with a laugh as Maddie didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

“In my defense we didn’t know they were hot dogs from the Infinite Realms!”

“We came back to them trying to sacrifice Lancer, Dash and Kwan to their god.” Val said deadpan remembering the return home from their senior trip. “I smelled like hot dog water for weeks. I couldn’t look people in the eye anytime they questioned the smell.” Maddie couldn’t hold back her snort as she continued to not look at them. He shoulders shaking as she remembered the look on their kids faces the moment they stepped through the portal in front of City Hall. Laughter finally burst from her lips as she shook her head sitting on the floor in front of the fridge.

“Your faces that day!! You all, you all looked so done!” Soon everyone joined in laughing with Maddie as they remembered that day and the fight that followed.

“What's so funny?” Danny asked from the doorway Dani standing next to him with a slightly bruised and pouting Wes slung over her shoulder. Everyone turned to them laughter pausing for a second before they just laughed harder remembering when the biggest hot dog attempted to eat Danny.

Universe Hopping and Reunion Trip Planning

[ohbo-ohno]

simon and johnny needing to lay low after the landlord visit taking you to a little cabin they've rented out in the middle of nowhere, for the sole purpose of allowing you to 'escape' just so they can have the fun of hunting you down on dirtbikes with nets and rope and little (nonlethal but still fairly nasty) traps they'd already left in the woods for you

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my g-

3.5k words under the cut. cw for noncon and primal kink. bit of fear play. basically everything in the ask is in the drabble lol

You're scared out of your mind when they first tell you they're leaving for the weekend and taking you with them. You've got this fear that maybe they're going to kill you. They balk if you dare ask, get all comforting and loving and tell you how they'd rather slit their own wrists than ever kill you. Can't even fathom it.

But still... you don't fully trust them. Not after your most recent escape attempt resulted in your harshest punishment yet.

You especially don't trust that they're tying you up for the trip. Simon stands in front of you with a pair of ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and a little length of chain, Johnny bouncing around behind him as he stuffs clothes into duffel bags.

"If you can't handle sitting in the backseat," Simon starts. "We'll tie you up and leave you in the trunk. That what you want?"

The answer is obvious. At least they give you actual clothes to wear in the car - it's the little things that make life bearable these days.

You can't lift your hands to try and wave for help in the car. The way you're chained leaves you with an awkward hunch in your back, makes you cranky when you can't find a way to get comfortable even after you put your feet on the seats. The way Johnny shouts along to half of the songs that come on the radio doesn't help your mood.

(They play one of your favorites at one point, and you can't help but sing along. Simon turns the volume up, and you get louder too, thinking they can't fully hear you. Johnny and Simon just smile at each other.)

The cabin they bring you to isn't very large. It's got an open floor plan, kitchen, living room, dining table, and massive king sized bed all in just one room. The only doors are to the pantry, a closet, and a bathroom. 

They let you get settled a bit, Simon flopping onto the couch and watching you closely as Johnny brings in your luggage from the car and you poke around a bit. They take off all your restraints (except for the fucking collar, which hasn't left your throat since they put it there), tell you "who could help you this far out?" and you get a little sulky about it.

You start plotting your escape almost immediately. 

They fuck you in the afternoon. Johnny bending you over the arm of the sofa, Simon pulling his cock out and guiding your head to it where he sits. You choke, nearly fucking suffocate on his cock when Johnny pulls out and leaves you limp with no support on the couch.

You don't stand on your own once they've both finished, cheek resting on Simon's thigh and just trying to catch your breath before you build your walls back up. Before you can move, Johnny's back behind you, one hand on the small of your back and the other stroking your ass.

You're still a little hazy in your head, but the sudden slick finger sliding right into your ass with no warning has you jolting up from the couch, a high yelp coming from your throat as you struggle against Johnny's hand.

"Hush, bonnie," he laughs. "Just givin' you yer tail."

You hate the fucking tail. It's attached to a butt plug that always makes you walk just a little oddly, the fucking fur on it is nearly the same shade as your hair, and half the time when they make you wear it they want you to crawl after them.

So you struggle a little more, especially as a second finger slips into your ass soon after the first. "Calm down, love," Simon rumbles, one hand lifting to pet your head. "You don't like your tail? Hm? Don't like bein' reminded you're just a little pet for us?"

"Fucking-" you grunt, little teeth bared at him as you glare and lean away. "Fucking bastard."

"Och," Johnny scolds, and you feel him pull out only to line cold plastic up at your entrance. "That's not very bonnie. You itchin' for a punishment today? Want Simon to be a little mean to you?"

"Just have to ask, pet," Simon smirks down at you, giving you a firm pat on your head before going back to his stroking. "Ask nicely and we'll give ya anythin' you want. Isn't that right, Johnny?"

"Hmmm," he hums from behind you, pushing and pulling just the tip of the plug in and out of your ass to stretch you more. "Anythin', lovie."

You grunt a little as he starts to slide it into you. "Okay," you hiss. "I want to fucking leave. I don't want to wear a fucking tail."

"That wasn't asking very nicely, was it?" Simon would sneer down at you a bit, mean smirk on his face as he shakes your head no for you, ignores your huffing breaths from Johnny's actions.

"Besides," Johnny says from behind you. "You do want to wear your tail. I can see your pussy droolin', lassie. No point in tryin' to hide it."

"That's-" you interrupt yourself with a little grunt when the tail sinks fully inside of you. "That's because we just fucked you idiot-"

A little tap to your face, Simon's other hand holding you still by the hair. "Watch it," he rumbles, eyes serious as he stares down at you. "Need me to clean out your mouth for you?"

Fuck no. 'Clean out your mouth' is almost always code for 'have you suck Simon's cock for fucking hours, even if he's soft as a feather'. You hate having to stay between his knees  so long, just a warm mouth for him to soak in, even less than the pet they're always telling you you are.

You shake your head, glaring mutinously up at him. 

He shakes you by your hair a bit. "What was that?"

"No," you force through gritted teeth, squirming a bit from his tight grip on your chin.

"Try again."

You growl a little, get a tiny smirk from Simon for it which just pisses you off more. "No, sir."

"Good girl," he purrs, hand going soft to stroke through your hair,  all anger melted from his face. "Now, what was the other thing you wanted?"

"To fucking leave," Johnny says from behind you, grin audible in his tone. You can feel one hand playing with the tail, probably batting it back and forth judging by the way you feel the fur brush against your thighs, his other hand stroking up and down your back.

"That's right," Simon says. He brings the hand petting you down to your neck, jerking you out of the softness you'd briefly fallen back into as he raises your head towards him. "Well. Maybe we could let you try, huh?"

That gets you attention, has you stiffening up and leaning closer to him. "Wha- really?" you choke out, eyes wide as you stare up into his face.

"Sure," he says, smile growing on his lips at your eagerness. "How about this - you try and run, and if we can't catch you in an hour, we get to keep you. No more escape attempts."

You scowl, sinking away a bit. "Where the hell would I run in here?"

Johnny barks a laugh from behind you, leaning over your back and resting his chin on your shoulder. "Out there, bonnie. You'd be runnin' through the woods. Already got your tail, huh? Could be our little prey, runnin' from the big scary predators." You feel his dick harden against your thigh and he bites your shoulder blade, a groan rumbling from his mouth.

"How do I-" you can't help a little moan as Johnny's hips start rocking against yours, his hand slipping to rub at your used cunt. "How do I know - shit, Johnny - how do I know you'll let me go?"

"You don't," is the answer you get from Simon, a little whine creeping from your throat when two fingers sink into your pussy as a thumb works at your clit. "You'd have to trust us. But we'd keep our word. Haven't broken it with you yet."

It's a little hard to think with everything running through your head, but you know he's right. You might hate them, hate that they're keeping you, hate the way they make your body feel, but neither of them has lied to you yet. Even psychos seem to have some moral standards.

"Go ahead, Johnny," Simon grunts from above you when you go long enough without responding. "Fuck her again. Then we'll see how far she can run, hm?"

About three hours and a few more rounds later you stand on the back porch, naked except for a pair of Johnny's boots tied as tightly as you could get them (and with a pair of socks tucked into the tips. They're still a little loose, but better than nothing you suppose.)

"One hour," Simon says, stepping towards you with a little pair of ears in his hand. They match the tail and are stuck on a headband the same shade as your hair. You scowl when you see them, but don't say anything as he continues to speak and puts them on your head. "Run, or hide, but don't come back to the cabin. We catch you, you're ours, no more running away." He steps back a moment, stares deep into your eyes, then smirks. "No taking off the ears or out the tail. How else will we recognize the animal we're hunting?"

You go red at that, scoff and roll your eyes to try and cover it up. Johnny laughs, so you figure it doesn't work.

"Alright, lass," he says, feral grin on his lips as he holds up a little stopwatch with a one hour timer set. "On the count of three. One... two... three!"

You're off like a shot, ignoring the laughter behind you when you nearly trip down the steps onto the dirt. You know they don't think you can do this, but you're determined to prove them wrong. 

— — — — —

You start to get worried when the sun sets. You doubt it's been more than ten minutes,  and as the darkness creeps in it occurs to you that the forest will be pitch black once night fully falls.

You ran for as long as you could before slowing to catch your breath. You haven't heard or seen either of your hunters, but you know they're out there somewhere. You feel acutely aware of their presence in a way you never have before. It leaves your skin crawling, has you shooting looks over your shoulder every other step you take.

But you can’t stop now. So you slow down when you need to, flinch at the way the tree branches and bushes scratch at your naked skin, and pray to God you’ve got enough of a headstart to keep you safe. 

You hear the shouts begin just after the sun has fully set.

The first one - a loud and echoing “Bonnie!” that you recognize as being from Johnny - has you yelping, nearly jumping out of your skin. You start running again before you even realize what’s happening, then keep running when you realize you’ve essentially lit a beacon directly to your location.

He calls out to you several times. 

“Where you at, lassie?” 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

“Aren’t you cold? Don’t you want to come back home with us?”

“We’re going to find you!”

“I can smell your fear, lovie, I know you’re nearby!”

The longer sentences are the ones that scare you, because it means he’s close enough for you to hear every word he’s saying. You worry he might be watching, because every time you start to slow down again he shouts, forces you back into high gear and gets you stumbling again.

You sort of stumble into a clearing eventually, panting and going completely still as you realize how exposed you are. You can’t help but shiver a little, tucking your hands close to your body and hunching your shoulders as you step forward.

And then, from the treeline in front of you, out steps Simon.

In his fucking mask. The one that always gets your heart racing when you see it, gets you a little wet beneath the thighs no matter how much you try to deny is.

He tilts his head a little as the moonlight hits him, frozen completely in front of you. You find yourself unable to move as he strolls lazily towards you, just stock still and incapable of thinking anything but threat.

When he’s about a foot away he stops, leans forward so that mask is right in front of your face and you can see the whites of his eyes.

You don’t see the mask move, just hear one word.

“Run.”

You do. You scramble back, fall on your ass and stand as quickly as possible to try and get away. You’re already shouting, some primal instinct deep in your head nothing but flight.

You hardly make it five steps, tackled to the ground with what must be the full weight of Simon’s body. You cry out as you’re binned, hands and knees digging into sharp sticks and pebbles. You struggle, yelping and whining as you desperately try to buck him off.

He only laughs, the sound echoing and a little psychotic. One of his hands locks itself in your hand, jerks you back and forces your head up to the sky, the other grabs on your tail and gives you just enough of a tug to whimper and go a little weak in the elbows.

“Pretty little prey,” he’d purr, hunching over to whisper in your ear and grinding his clothed erection over your ass. “Hardly even put up a fight. Thought you wanted to get away, huh?”

“I-I do!” You choke out, head shaking where he still holds you tight.

“You do?” His tone is condescending, so fucking mean, but you’re lost in a haze of instincts and hardly notice. “Okay, baby. Try again.”

And then- and then you’re free.

You try and get to your legs, stumble a little before you can fully get your feet beneath you and fall again. 

There’s a laugh from behind you, and you try again.

This time you get a few steps. But he doesn’t even let you get out of the clearing before he’s gripping you by the neck, throws you onto the ground and plants a heavy boot in the center of your back, pushes down and doesn’t even let you get to your hands and knees.

“That all you got?” He’d grunt, crouching down and putting more weight on you in the process. “Pathetic little thing. You want to keep trying, or you ready to swallow your pride?”

You sob at that, fingers clutching desperately at the dirt. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod viciously. “Let me- let me go! I’ll get away, you won’t catch me next time!”

You both know you’re lying. So when the weight disappears from your back, when you blink teary eyes open and see him slowly backing away, you’re nothing short of astounded.

“Sure, sweetheart. Third time’s the charm, yeah? I’ll even give you a ten second head start. Ten…”

 You’re on your feet at eight, in the forest again at seven. You hear his voice in your head no matter how far you run.

It’s minutes, hours later when you’re tackled to the ground again.

This time you go rolling, the man on top of you snarling viciously as he lets your momentum carry you for several turns. He gets you on your back, collars a hand around your throat and snarls and he bares his teeth in your face.

Johnny looks rabid. His mohawk is rarely brushed, but you’ve never seen it as wild as it is now. He’s naked, unlike Simon, and there’s an eagerness in his eyes you’ve never seen before - not even the night you’d met Simon.

“Fucking got you,” he’d snap, spittle flying from his lips as he squeezes your throat. You try to struggle, but he’s so big that he doesn’t have to restrain you anywhere else. You can’t get away from him.

You cry out at the realization, but refuse to stop struggling. You.. you can’t. It’s like as soon as you’re caught, as soon as flight is no longer an option, your brain doesn’t let you do anything but fight.

Still, it takes no effort at all for Johnny to flip you onto your stomach. He doesn’t even both to prop your hips up, just forces your legs to spread with his knees and thrusts balls deep before you can even lift your head.

You scream. You were a little wet, but not enough to take him comfortably in one go. Your shout is all animal, the sound of something conquered calling out it’s own defeat.

Johnny’s responding sound is nearly a howl, head thrown toward the sky as he immediately starts pounding your pussy. One hand pushes down on the small of your back, keeps you down and still, the other is in your hair forcing your face into the dirt. You force your forehead lower just so you don’t keep banging your head as he fucks you.

Neither of you manages words, just shouts and yelps and whines and moans. There’s a point where you can turn your head, when you nearly bust your lip open on your teeth, and you spot Simon. He’s nearly six feet away, a massive figure cloaked in black - you can only see him because of the stark white of the skull mask against the dark backdrop.

Johnny’s rough fucking feels like it’s endless. You nearly think you’ll die, feel like you’re split down the middle and surely it’s the blood that’s making his thrusts so slick?

He finishes without you, buries himself to the hilt and bite where your shoulder and neck meet. You scream a little at the horrible sting, scream even more when he bites down harder, about lose your mind when you feel his teeth puncture skin.

He pulls out moments later, leaves you cold and alone on the ground as he straightens up and lops away, dropping flat on his ass at the base of a tree and resting his head back to catch his breath.

You still haven’t caught yours when you’re flipped onto your back.

It’s Simon this time, fully clothed and blocking your view of the stars with his mask. He’s silent, ignores your incomprehensible whines and pulls his cock out of his pants, grabs you under both knees, hooks them around his waist, and starts thrusting into you.

Your round with Simon is… more. He’s slower, yes, but he also doesn’t look away from you. His eyes never leave yours, and any time your eyes start to slip shut he thrusts right up into your cervix until they flicker wide open again. You can see his eyes, but that’s it. You can’t hear anything but the sound of your own fucking, can’t even hear his breathing over the blood rushing through your ears and your own panting.

If Johnny’s fucking was endless, Simon’s is an eternity. You think you might die, think you might just pass out and never wake up, come to in the afterlife to the fucking delicious slide of Simon’s cock still working it’s way in and out of your sore cunt.

He comes eventually. You don’t.

He stands above you when he pulls out, waits for you to finally start to move before you speak. 

You’re getting to your knees, one foot lifting to push yourself up, when his boot lands on the knee still folded beneath you.

“No,” he says. “You’ll crawl behind us. Animals don’t walk on two legs.”

You don’t have the energy to do more than let out a pathetic whine.

Johnny leads the three of you back, Simon behind you as you crawl after him. When you slow down too much, he nudges you with his boot until you move again.

They don’t let you wash off in the cabin. Instead, SImon brings out a fucking hose, and they spray you down with cold water. You can only kneel there miserably, head ducked and eyes squeezed shut against the worst of it. 

You have to crawl up the steps and into the house, but that’s where the game ends.

Simon scoops you up instantly, has you placed on the couch while he quickly tugs off your boots before wrapping you up in a towel that had been laid in front of the fire. He dries you hair quickly, then wraps himself around you and sits in front of the hearth.

Johnny joins you minutes later, body washed off and wearing a pair of boxers. He sits next to you two, and for once he doesn’t try and touch you.

You can’t speak for the rest of the night.

[just-jordie-things]

satoru for kiss #17!!! 🤭

this one's popular!! let's do third year!gojo bc it just screams him 17: Needing To Kiss To Hide From The Bad Guys ___

"this is your fault by the way!"

you're running out of breath from how long you've been running, but you still find it in you to scold your designated partner for this assignment. it may have been childish of you to pass blame, especially when a group of curse users from the curse user group q were hot on your tail, but you can't help your irritation.

you'd come so close to success, the star plasma vessel had been safely picked up by you and satoru. but of course he had to stand around and gloat, gaining the attention of the entire block of people. and apparently those people weren't all non-sorcerers.

"my fault!?" satoru gasps, feigning offense. "need i remind you i could have taken on this mission alone?"

"you clearly couldn't have!" you fire back, and nod off to an alleyway just a few feet again that you could duck into to get the curse users off your back. satoru nods back in understanding, but it doesn't stop him from continuing your argument.

"had i been sent alone I wouldn't have to worry about covering for your ass!" he reminds you, but you roll your eyes, barely taking his words to heart, or even mind. "i could've gotten riko and teleported away! but no! because someone can't teleport!"

"well i'm sorry we can't all be you!" you hiss, just as you near the first hiding spot you could find.

you and satoru are quick to turn the corner between buildings, running just a little further to get behind a dumpster that barely hid both of your bodies. even as you pressed your backs against the brick as tightly as you could, you weren't sure this was the best of hiding spaces. and you hated to admit satoru was right, because you knew he'd hold it over your head for the rest of time, but had he been alone, he could've gotten out of this stitch in a blink of an eye. you were the dead weight here. you were the one that needed to run away.

you peeked through the slight opening behind the dumpster, keeping a watchful eye for the barrage of curse users currently hunting you down.

"apology accepted" satoru finally spoke, and when you whipped your head around you weren't surprised to see that smug grin on his face.

you rolled your eyes and ultimately decided to ignore this spat and focus on the task at hand.

"you're right," you admit begrudgingly. "you should teleport back to suguru and riko, make sure they got somewhere safe, and unseen"

"what? i'm not gonna ditch you here," satoru scoffs at the idea. "if these guys find you, you surely can't take them all on,"

you frown at the insinuation that you were so weak you couldn't knock down some measly cult followers. but rather than argue, you simply pulled your blade from it's sheath on your thigh, and raised a brow.

"i'm not leaving," satoru says decidedly. "the plan was you and i lead them the opposite direction. they'll assume i have riko- since I'm the strongest-" he doesn't hesitate to remind you of that fact. "and in the meantime her and suguru will be far, far from here"

"fine" you mutter, not needing the recap of the plan you'd come up with not ten minutes ago.

still, you feel antsy as you hear heavy footsteps of ten, no, twelve people approaching. not because you feared them, no, you were confident enough in yourself to know you could handle yourself against such a pitiful group of opponents.

but had they seen through your plan and realized the plasma star vessel wasn't with you, you worried they'd get word back to your leader and the hunt for gojo satoru would end, and the hunt for riko amanai would begin again.

"they're getting close," you whisper, your hand ghosting over the weapon on your leg. "if any of them look in this direction they're going to see us. this isn't enough to hide us"

satoru's eyes catch the way your grip tightens around the handle of your knife, ready to unsheathe it, and probably launch it in the direction of the first man you see. he comes up with a better plan before the curse users even come in sight.

with a hand on your shoulder he turns you around, and your training should have you reacting when he slides before you, pressing you between the wall and his body, but you're so distracted by the height difference between you to move a muscle. you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, which are completely focused and calm, while yours are wide and flickering between his wildly to try and figure out what he was doing.

"they'll see you-" you begin to warn him, but he doesn't seem to care.

"they're not going to want to look this way," he says, and with baited breath you watch the way his eyes fall to your lips. he wasn't seriously thinking about-? "trust me, okay?"

it's as though you're reading his mind, understanding his backup plan without spoken words. it has your heart fluttering madly in your chest, but somehow you give him a small nod, conveying all of your trust is in him.

the sound of quick footfall is drowned out as soon as his lips are against yours. your beating heart softens and relaxes at the feeling of his warm, soft lips sliding over yours, and you find your eyes fluttering shut as you give in to his kiss as though it were anything more than a cover.

and it seems he's happy to put on a show, his lips locking with yours in a sloppy but steady, fast motion. he kisses you like he's a man starved and you have just the sustenance he needs, he kisses you like he needs the air in your lungs- and you're happy to provide it for him.

his hands are firmly planted at your hips, and he has to focus to keep them there so he doesn't let himself get too carried away.

your hands, however, have taken on a mind of their own, and they're everywhere. you grip his shoulders at first, afraid of losing your balance even though there's nowhere for you to topple, with his chest to yours and your back against the brick wall, all that surrounded you was him. but as soon as you surrender yourself to him, your hands are on his neck, in his hair, gripping the front of his uniform, running across the broad expanse of his shoulders, you can't stop them, you can't help yourself.

distantly, you think if this is your only chance to have him like this, you may as well make the most of it.

it feels like an eternity when he's kissing you, hurriedly, messily, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and heavy pants falling into your mouth, but as soon as you pull apart from one another, it felt as though it was only a matter of seconds.

your chest is rising and falling so much with your quick gasps for breath that you're still close to him, pressing into him even if you'd wanted to put space between you again.

"they're gone?" you pant quietly, and satoru realizes he'd just been staring at you, at your dilated pupils and swollen lips, when he should've peeked around the corner to ensure the coast was clear.

he chuckles breathlessly before doing so, and nods back at you in confirmation.

"yeah," he huffs, just as winded as you were. "they're gone"

maybe it had been the sprinting beforehand. maybe it wasn't just that you'd completely sucked the life out of each other in the most magnificent way possible.

"okay" you nod your head, a bit shakily, your nerves beginning to eat away at your insides.

was that anxiety or was it butterflies? you weren't able to decipher just what the feeling was that satoru had left behind when he'd kissed you like that, but it has you frozen in place, still chest to chest with him.

your hands are still on his chest, you realize, and quickly you pull them away, a bashful shade of pink spreading across your cheeks.

satoru smirks, tilting his head at you.

"was that your first kiss?" he asks, leaning in close to your face again, admiring your blush

"shut up" you mutter back, trying to look away from him, but it was hard when he was so close to you.

satoru chuckles amusedly, before planting a kiss on your cheek and finally stepping out of your space.

"well, no time to get into it now!" he declares, grabbing your hand and tugging you along out of the alley. "we've got an assignment to finish don't we?"

you don't say anything as he tangles his fingers in yours and begins to lead you to the meet-up spot with suguru and riko. your tongue is tied, and you hope that satoru brushes it off as simple nerves, and not, like, feelings, or something.

"but then we can go back to that," he grins down at you, adoring the way your eyes go round like a lost puppy, and your loss of words is evident in your gaping mouth. "because that was fun"

if he doesn't get you killed during this assignment, he'll surely be the death of you. ___

a/n: he's so cocky i love him xoxo ~ jordie

[oikasugayama]

Can I request a brief from Tachihara? I don't add any plot, I don't want to seem so demanding :(Ps: I love your work:)

thank you so much!! it's not demanding to have ideas or ask for things i promise <3

you know, i was thinking about this on the way home... tachihara... when he's a bit drunk and when he's with his girl and some Black Lizard subordinates at the bar, he gets handsy.

it's a different culture, almost. your companions don't freak out or glare or tell him off for what he does under the table, instead they smirk and chuckle and make half-assed comments about how they wish their girlfriend was here right now.

and what is it that tachihara does under the table to make them say this? oh he's absolutely going to town on your cunt.

he has you pulled tightly against his side, and his arm is wrapped around you. his hand didn't sneak or caress or slide--he confidently reached down, pulled your dress up, and cupped your pussy in his hand.

"how fast can you get wet?" he mumbles against your head, and half the damn table hears, but no one fucks with him. a couple of them chuckle and mutter something about putting down a bet, but the conversation at large continues even as tachihara's fingers slide under your panties and start tickling your skin, sliding back and forth, teasing for a minute before searching for your clit.

you've got enough natural dampness for him to get a little glide as he circles your nub, getting it more sensitive and swollen as he plays with it. you bite your lip hard, trying to otherwise have a neutral face as he plays with you, but it's not like it's a secret-- every time someone else at the table says something to you, they smirk and glance down, almost like they're trying to silently say "i know what he's doing to you"

after another couple of minutes of circling, he dips his finger into you again and notices a distinct difference in how you feel.

"oh damn," he says, smirking and looking down at you as he pushes his finger inside. "that didn't take long."

"it's not my fault," you whine quietly, and he just chuckles as he fingers you, curling his fingers as he moves them to press on a soft, squishy spot inside you every time he passes it.

you do a pretty good job at biting back any noises and keeping a mostly calm face, until tachihara gets jealous that you're talking to one of the guys at the table he likes the least. then, in obvious retaliation, he reaches under the table with his other hand and uses one to rub your clit while the other fingers you.

"okay, what's the bet?" one of the guys asks. "bc she's not making it."

"it's that they're gonna fuck in the bathroom."

"no," tachihara snaps, "she's cumming right here on my fingers in front of all of you--" he turns and mumbles into the space right in front of your mouth-- "aren't you baby?"

"yeah," you whine, shifting and pushing your body closer to his because now that both of his arms around you there's absolutely nowhere else you can go.

"keep talking," tachihara snaps again to the group, making them go back to the conversation to cover up the little noises that you fail the hold in, and the wet sound of his fingers furiously working over and in you.

when the jittering of his fingers across your clit and the unrelenting press of his fingers against your gspot makes you cum, you turn to bury your face in his neck, both hands grabbing his arms, nails digging in so hard they'd break skin on someone who wasn't as tough as a hunting dog.

"there she goes," someone comments offhandedly as you tremble through a mostly silent orgasm. tachihara glares daggers at them even while he finishes getting you off. he maintains eye contact with them as he raises his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your wetness off of them.

"if any of you think about my girl when you jerk yourselves off i'll fucking kill you. got it?"

he gets a somewhat sarcastic, somewhat fearful round of "got it, boss" responses.

[seoness]

what about the hound with a s/o who in response to his teasing nicknames to her, dubs him 'big bear' bc according to her he's "warm and fuzzy"🤣 like one day they'd be chatting/bantering or cuddling and she suddenly goes: "i don't know why they call you 'hound' anyway, looks more like a big bear to me".

Imagine

Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane | Fluff

Slowly the royal hunting camp of Robert Baratheon began to stir. The red tarp of the pavilion glowed with the morning sun. Shuttering, you pulled the cover high. The fog that had swept in last evening had stayed, and the fact that it was summer ran rather mute when everything was so damp one brisk wind made one freeze to the bone.

Rolling over, you lifted the cover just enough to look upon the mass beside you. Sandor Clegane, the fearsome Hound... swaddled like a babe. There were mornings his body remembered you shared his bed, and there were others like these, mornings when a silent sister could just as well have tucked him to bed.

"I'm cold," you said.

Sound asleep. A snore. Rude.

Sandor wouldn't want to wake to a wife with frostbite. It would only be aiding in his marital duty. It was the only right thing you could do. What any dutiful wife would do.

Searching blindly, you finally managed to find a parting, sliding your hand closer until scolding hot skin met your fingertips.

Heaven.

The body beside you tensed, the dark voice even raspier than usual, "Sleep with the cover on you."

"I did. Warm me."

Sandor let out a snort, "Liar."

You jutted up a leg, and the covers around you both twisted until the sole of your foot hit his back, making the man hiss out.

"Seven Hells, woman." You even managed to keep close to his warmth as he turned, facing you and letting out another snort. "A real proper lady, you are."

"I'll be proper once I'm warm, now let me in." Sandor raised his arms, allowing you to dive inside. Nuzzling into his chest as the arms laid themself around you. "Thank the gods."

"Better?"

The chesthair tickled against your cheek. Surrounded by all that warmth, the sound of his heartbeat. Shutting your eyes you took in the smell of leather and polish. No, this was heaven.

The words slurred between the kisses you left across his chest, "I don't know why they call you the Hound. You're much more like a bear."

You peered up, grinning as he cocked his brow.

"Big," you said and stretched out, your feet finding rest between his legs. "Warm." You continued and placed a light kiss on his collarbone. "Hairy."

Sandor's stubble scratched your forehead as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. "Had the maiden fair found herself a real bear, she'd not be dancing with it. Be glad you're stuck with a dog. Far kinder to pretty little ladies."

"You want me to call you Dog?"

The cover disappeared around you, and all the heat built up vanished in a heartbeat. Cold nipping at your bare skin. When you opened your eyes again, your husband was no longer beside you. Standing naked as his name day, the covers thrown over his shoulder like the spoils of a hunt, the burnt side of his face twitching as a grin spread across the man's lips.

"What are you doing?!" Jumping after, cursing as he chuckled and raised the bundle out of reach. "Sandor, stop!"

The covers dropped over your head, and just as quickly as your husband had risen you dove back down onto the bed. Wrapping and trying to save what little remained of the warmth.

"Never met a man that could control what his wife called him. To his face perhaps," he said, shrugging. "Bear. Dog. Ass."

"Sandor..."

He knelt before you, knuckles grazing your cheek. "That sounds far better from your lips. If my Lady Wife allows it?"

"Ass seems more fit now," you muttered, pretending not to hear his snort. "Do your duty and warm me, and I shall consider it."

"As you command."

[toxintouch]

Kinktober speedrun time! I actually wasn't using a specific prompt list when I started writing this one so I guess it's filling the spot of the free day on this list I found that came from inside the fandom. Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Mhin x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Mhin, overstimulation + a little brat taming (as a treat) + coming multiple times/just from penetration (which is completely not possible for most people but what are we here for if not to fantasize?)

OTHER INFO: "You" pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia (for both). Does Mhin have a dick?  Does Mhin have a strap?  Do they have something else going on entirely?  I have kindly allowed you to decide, dear reader.  Reader's situation is similarly vague but they are the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“This is what you needed the whole time, huh?”  You can't find your voice well enough to answer.  Not that they're expecting you to; you haven't said anything intelligible for the past twenty minutes.

“Acting like a brat all week.  But you start behaving once you get some dick in you.  Not sure why I wasted my time ‘lecturing’ you when you just needed a good fuck.”  You moan out a mindless sound of agreement, arching your back into their thrusts.  You’ll agree to whatever degradation they'd like so long as they don't stop.

Mhin fucks like they hunt.

Lithe and powerful, every movement precise.  Each effortless, wet slide is an equal measure of exquisite and purposeful. They grind into you, rutting against your sweet spot relentlessly until you can't see straight. You cum again, whimpering disjointed praise into the musky sheets.  

They grant you mercy for a beat.  Long enough for you to catch your breath, for legs to stop shaking and the aftershocks to begin to abate. You can feel their keen eyes sweeping over your form, performing a mental check in.

Deciding if you can take more or if they're satisfied with the mess they've made of you, lube and saliva and cum dripping down your thighs.

Then they're fucking into you again, brutally gratifying and searingly, overwhelmingly good.  You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but their hands grip both of your thighs, yanking you back harshly, keeping you speared open for them.  Their chest pushes into your back as they force you into the mattress, using their body weight to gain leverage, fuck you deeper, their hips pressed firmly into your ass.

“You're not going anywhere until I've fucked the reckless behavior out of you.”

You thrash on instinct, the pleasure sharp like a knife edge, too hot and insistent and all consuming to be bearable.  It feels–too good, too much–you can't tolerate it–you can't force yourself to stay still and accept the onslaught even though you want to.  

When Mhin fucks you like this, it’s a punishing grind–they’re not thrusting so much as they are abusing the place inside of you that makes you see stars, sets off a chain reaction of pleasure in your core that you can feel throbbing at the apex of your thighs. Your world threatens to narrow down to just this sensation, the push and pull of ecstasy that Mhin is giving you.  You want to allow it to happen; let your mind empty, let your bitterness and your fight fall away. You both know you need that, and you both know you can't get there without Mhin holding you down.

Mhin wrenches the next orgasm out of you, the pleasure stretching out for long, slow seconds as you lose track of time, lose track of the absolutely lurid noises you're making.  It's a release beyond just the physical. A head rush you can't quite explain. Liquid reverie flowing through your veins. Mhin's touch is comforting as you come down. Gentle, strong hands helping you shuffle out of the wet patch below you, laying you on your back.  Their hands wander, pressing firmly into your strained muscles and mapping your body like you're their new favorite anatomical diagram, idly tracing the unique features of your skin usually hidden by your clothes.

You lean into their touch, humming contently. “You're so sweet like this,” Mhin murmurs, falling lax against you.  They weigh more than you'd expect based off of their slim frame, but it's a comforting weight. You feel soft and pliant with their eyelashes brushing against your cheeks.  They move in to press their lips to yours, coaxing your mouth open for several deep, molasses kisses. 

“...Makes me want a taste.”

Their mouth travels down, pausing at the places they know are the most sensitive before hovering above your sex.

You dig your fingers into the sheets with shaking arms and hold on tight.

A/N: Mhin’s biggest kink is brat taming (via: overstim esp) & I will not accept criticism on this (/lh) mhin gets off on getting other ppl off until they are incoherent. they like the feeling of control. thank u for coming to my ted talk

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

[lizzyscribbles]

I felt like being emotionally destroyed today, so I watched the dub of episode 151 of MHA. I don't know what it is about Izuku's face when he comes careening out of the sky like a fucking warhead and sees the state of the fight but it gets to me every single time in both languages. He looks positively haunted and it makes me want to cry, my poor son. Anywho, to recover, I decided to go rewatch 136 and 137, which are my favorite episodes of the entire goddamn series and I realized it's high time I do a little rant about them.

This is mostly for me because, again, I don't have anyone to rant about this with and I have got to get these emotions out of me somehow, but I hope someone else finds it enjoyable!

Welcome to Lizzy's MHA Evening Ramble: Why MHA episodes 136 (Deku vs. Class A) and 137 (A Young Woman's Declaration) are what really show us the impact Izuku has had on the people around him (specifically Class 1-A).

Honestly, I don't have much science to back up this post. There's not really a psychological reason behind why these episodes slap, but they do and I'm gonna talk about it.

You see, for better or for worse, everyone in Class-A has a different and unique personality. That much is obvious, I know, but that also means each of them have different things that impact them. Think about it, what means a lot to one person doesn't so much to another.

And yet, despite that, every single one of them had something to say to Deku. Every single one of them. For some of them, it was as simple as helping them organize their notes. For others, it was something he said or did that has followed them through the entire show.

"Meddling where you don't technically have to is the essence of being a hero, right?"

Izuku said that one time to Tenya. One time. But that, accompanied by his actions that night, became the corner stone of what Tenya strove to become.

They all voted to go after Izuku–not even voted, they all just got up and went. No second thoughts, no questions, they just went. They literally slapped a GPS out of Endeavor's hand so they could find him. They were not about to take no for an answer, not even from Izuku himself. It's insane, honestly, that one person managed to impact a group so deeply they'd risk everything to bring him back to their class.

I think a lot of the time, we think of difficult or unhealthy relationships as those where you give and give and give and the other person refuses to the same. No one really tells you what to do when someone you love dearly is giving so much it's hurting them, but they refuse to receive. It's an odd situation, but one I love seeing explored.

Could they have just let him go on his own? Fight by himself because that's what he wanted? Yeah, they totally could've. But they didn't, because they knew if the roles were reversed, Izuku wouldn't have thought twice about hunting them down. They weren't victims, they didn't want to be protected, they wanted to kick ass at his side.

They didn't do it out of heroism or even necessity I'd argue, they did it because that was their friend and they'd be damned if they let him suffer alone.

Still, despite that, Izuku wanted to protect them and he was so, so scared to lose them. It makes sense, in a sad, twisted way, that he would rather keep them locked away behind a wall and fight alone than let them stand at his side. He was haunted by the shit the people around him went through because of Shigaraki and AFO. It's far easier to blame yourself for things than it is to admit that it wasn't your fault and, sometimes, nothing could've done would've changed the outcome. I have no doubt it would've felt like he killed them himself if he went back and something happened, and the thought of that was far more terrifying than any threat to his own person. Of course he wanted to fight alone, he didn't want to fathom the possibility someone else would get hurt because they were around him.

But that wasn't for him to decide.

Sometimes, we forget a relationship goes two ways. It was dangerous for them to be there, sure, but that was a choice they made. A choice they wanted to make. They couldn't make him let them help, but he couldn't make them go away either. I have no doubt that if he got away that day, they'd have followed him to the ends of the earth until he gave in.

It's also easy to forget Izuku is just a kid. He's sixteen, barely in high school. Ochaco says as much when she pleads with the crowds to let him in. Her voice cracks as she begs this group mostly made of ADULTS to let a boy rest inside the walls of his own school. He probably doesn't physically know how to deal with these kinds of emotions yet (the frontal lobe, responsible in part for our emotional reactions to situations, doesn't fully develop until around 25/26, and even then research suggests it's never really fully done). It probably makes perfect sense to him that the best course of action is to be alone, even if it seems stupid to us.

We all need support at any age, but especially during those teenage years. Those are vital years of development as the mind develops and starts to take shape. Izuku has been beaten, traumatized, and terrified, it's no wonder he seems to be making such irrational decisions.

No kid should be carrying the weight of the entire goddamn world on their shoulders at that age and, of course, no one could've predicted that AFO was going to accelerate the process and force Deku to face him, but that doesn't make it any better.

However, that's the great thing about having friends, families, and partners, they come alongside you in those times and help you navigate this crazy new situation. They pick up the things you can't handle because they want to. Sometimes, they just stand next to you. Sometimes you have them lean on you for support. And, sometimes, they shoulder up next to you and carry you for a bit so you can catch your breath.

Because that's what you'd do for them.

Whenever I watch these episodes, I'm reminded of that scene in Lord of the Rings where Frodo thinks he can't go on and Sam says, "I can't carry the ring, but I can carry you!" I think this has similar vibes.

They couldn't carry One for All, but they could carry Izuku, and they were determined to do at least that.

[kwinsispn3]

Inches

Pairings: Dean & Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 623

anon request: Hi!! I absolutely love your writing, and I was wondering if you’d write a fiction about Sam and Dean’s sister cutting her hair? Just a one shot story would be so cool:) (I just donated about a foot of my hair and was wondering how Sam and Dean would have reacted to their sister doing that) Thanks!

(not my gif!)

Y/N had always loved her long luscious locks, no particular reason, she just always had preferred having longer hair. This is most likely because John always had her hair kept short growing up, because he did not want to deal with the maintenance that long hair came with. Once her father was no longer around, she just let it keep on growing.

Yes, it was a pain in the ass to wash, brush, and pretty much everything else. Keeping it out of the food she was eating, getting it caught in car doors, finding hair EVERYWHERE.

Despite that, she didn't mind keeping it long. It was always fun to see others reactions when they would see her hair sit at the base of her hips. Although it baffled her brothers all the time.

"Doesn't it bother you at that length?" Dean would question.

"You just wouldn't understand...Well, maybe Sammy would." Y/N would laugh.

"I think you'd be much more of a help on hunts if you didn't have that wizards hair holding you back."

"It does NOT hold me back! It's just hair."

Y/N had heard pretty much every comment there could be made about her long hair.

Lately, she had been contemplating cutting it, something she never thought she'd think about a few years ago. After turning 20, she felt that she wanted to make a change. So much of her identity was built around her hair, and she wanted that to change. With that, she booked a haircut. Y/N didn't tell her brothers, she didn't want to or need too. She knew right away they'd have their comments and make it a big deal, so she decided to make it a surprise, after it was all finished.

The ladies at the salon raved over her hair, and were excited to help Y/N with her desired new look. In the end, she had a little over a foot of hair cut off. Looking in the mirror, it felt so freeing, so much weight lifted off of her shoulders... And she loved it. It was not too short, it sat just below her shoulders with some new layers to add some style. She couldn't stop looking in the rear view mirror of her car on the way back to the bunker.

As she approached the door, she didn't know if Sam and Dean would be in the library or off somewhere else inside. Y/N took a breath and smiled to herself as she walked inside.

"I'm back!" She announced, coming down the stairs.

"Cool, uh... Where were you?" Dean asked, standing up from his seat at the library table. Sam glanced up as well. Y/N didn't say anything, instead she walked into eye view, shyly looking at them both.

"Wha- Y/N, when did you?"

"You cut your hair?" Sam got out, appalled.

"We don't know for sure, Sam. That could be a wig." Dean joked.

"No, yeah. I had an appointment today... been thinking about cutting it for a while."

"Wow." Both almost said in unison.

"Sooo, um. What do you think?"

"I think it's great!" Dean exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it makes you look more grown up. It looks nice on you Y/N/N." Sam smiled, walking over to get a closer look. "Now you don't have to worry about it getting in the way all the time."

"Yeah, nothing or no one can grab onto it while you're running away........ it won't get dragged into your food... I won't be finding it in my food." Dean went on.

"Thanks. I really love it, glad I went through with it." Y/N giggled.

"As long as you're happy, we're happy." Sam grinned.

[piercethefic]

⚠️SAM WINCHESTER X fem Reader X SPENCER REID SMUT⚠️ 18 +

(Post prison reid - later season sam)

Warnings : p in v - very smutty - 3 some - double p. Ki**ing vamps - reader Begs for 3 sum - thigh riding

To skip the storyline , go to ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Background info - You are working a case with sam and Dean, and it so happens that the bau is also investigating the case. You find yourself in a tricky predicament when both of the handsome nerds want you.

Dean - "let's go bitches. Let's kick some vamp ass"

Meanwhile @ the bau :

Emily - "wheels up in 30"

You and the boys get ready to go out and kick some vampire ass , not knowing that the behavior analysis unit was already working the case. You're sitting behind sam , massaging his strong , muscular back because the last vamp hunt had you all exhausted and in pain , and you guys had a secret friends with benefits relationship that dean didn't know about. When you get to hotel you see a group of agents and know that this is ganna be a tough case , but one agent catches your eye , this tall dreamy agent who's appears to be discussing the logic of the psychopaths brain (you love nerds). You share a room with sam and Dean gets his own room. Later that night you guys decide to go to a party in the hotel that the bau is also investigating at to make yourself known to the agents. You walk up to Spencer and talk for what seems like hours about statistics and nerdy things while he stares down at your breast and sam stares at your ass , but the entire time , sam is eyeing Spencer jealously because he knows you thought he was sexy. Meanwhile - Dean gets a random stripper and takes her back to his room knowing she was the vamp - ⚠️ki**s her - You get the idea to invite both boys to your hotel room because having them both in the room is something you've been fantasizing for the whole night. (The boys are both so turned on by you.) When they get there they both expected to be alone with you and get to fuck you alone. Little did they know that you were ganna seduce them into a 3 sum. Both guys are so large and dominating , so you know you'll have to beg , but they'd do anything for a woman as stunning as you.

They apposed the idea at first - but you begged them - and said "Please🥺" and they caved in.

⚠️SMUT⚠️

You kissed Spencer while riding Sam's thigh until you cummed on his thigh and screamed their names almost in sync. You got ready to be fucked hard from both ends by the two biggest, sexiest , strongest men you know. You looked at Spencer , looking almost primal, then looked at sam , looking like he could eat you Alive , and sat on Sam's 12 inch , thick cock. Nothing could prepare you for what happened next , Spencer thrust into your ass roughly and groans like no man has before. Sam groans at the tightness of your grip and you scream at the pain and pleasure. You can't help but scream their names as they both fuck you at maximum speed in sync and groan your name. How could anyone ever fuck you like them? Their cocks are huge and you're no match for their genius speeds. You cum multiple times , shaky and barely holding yourself up, you feel both of them cum inside you at the same time. You get off and sam goes to get you a wet towel , and Spencer gets you water. You all lay down and cuddle all night.

The end 🩶

I worked for weeks on this story, lol. If you want more , tell me! 🌼🩷 I'm open for most Fandom, see my pinned post for list 🩷

[kandisheek]

Hey friend!! Some prompts for you (choose your fave, do them all, whatever floats your boat!)

1. Steve and female Tony during a team picnic/party and Steve surprises Toni by asking her to re-marry him and renew their vows 😍

2. Steve and Tony undercover and having to make out for cover identity reasons, except then they get into it a little too much and lose track of the target

3. Bucky and Tony in a daemon au—Bucky has a white wolf (obvi) and Tony has a leopard, and when they first meet during CW their daemons touch and they both jolt and realize that they’re soulmates, effectively ending any conflict between the sides of the teams

Have fun friend!!! 🥰🥰

Hello friend! Sorry for the long wait! I chose your undercover prompt and went ham with it ;) I hope you enjoy!

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“Can't believe they're making us do this,” Brock grumbled, toying with the gun in his pocket as he walked through yet another clothing store, surreptitiously looking around for their target. He'd known from the first moment he'd met him that Rogers was a pain in the ass, but he never would've guessed that he'd have to hunt him down in a fucking mall of all places.

When he'd joined STRIKE, Brock had thought that their missions would include a lot more active combat, something fun where he could let loose. Instead they'd been sent on their third recon mission in a row, and he was getting sick of walking around like an asshole, looking for some fucker who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“Nothing in the back,” Rollins said as they regrouped, and Brock nodded.

“Get Piper and Flynn and spread out. Top floor.” He pointed at the remaining two of his team. “We're going to head down. Rendezvous in thirty.” Rollins nodded, marching off as Brock turned on Davis and Khan. “Let's go.”

They followed him towards the escalator, heading down to level one. Brock scanned the people coming up on the opposite side, a couple of teenage girls, an old lady, a – ugh, a fucking pair of homos kissing. Brock averted his eyes with a sneer, waiting until they passed him before he continued looking out across the hall. He stepped down onto the ground floor, checking the nearby storefronts for any sign of –

A commotion. Brock whipped around, looking up at the floor above, the one they'd just left, where the hushed murmurs of a gathering crowd could be heard. He gave Davis and Khan a sign, and they all practically sprinted up the escalator, turning towards the open space on their right to see –

Brock's mouth dropped open. For a second he couldn't believe his eyes, but there was no doubt that – yes, that was Steve fucking Rogers bending none other than Tony fucking Stark over a fucking trashcan in the middle of a public fucking mall, shoving his tongue down his throat.

“Um,” Davis said, and Brock slowly shook his head. “Is that –“

“Yes,” Brock said numbly. “Yes, it is.”

Khan shuffled his feet. “So, uh. What do we –“

“Advance on target. We just – advance on target. Yeah.” Brock cleared his throat, sticking his hand in his pocket to get a hold of his gun. “Spread out.”

Davis and Khan still looked faintly shocked as they nodded and assumed position. Neither Rogers nor Stark seemed to notice the three men closing in on them, which was understandable, given that there was already a crowd forming, Stark seemed to have both of his hands down the back of Rogers' pants, and Brock couldn't really tell whose tongue was in whose mouth at this point.

“Oh my god!”

The high-pitched screech may have made Brock wince, but Rogers and Stark sprang apart like two jacks in a box, their faces red and eyes wild. Brock wrinkled his nose. Christ, Rogers looked like he was fucking high, dazed and mussed to shit. Stark on the other hand looked like the cat who got the cream.

“What the heck do you think you're doing?” the random woman continued in the same piercing shriek, covering her two children's eyes with one hand each. “This is a public space. There are children here!”

“Oh gosh.” Rogers covered his mouth, which did nothing to hide the mortified flush on his cheeks. “Ma'am, I'm so sorry, I don't know what –“

“You better get out of here or I'll call the police,” the woman yelled, and Stark stepped forward, his hands raised placatingly.

“We'll leave. Truly, so sorry. Won't happen again.”

“See that it doesn't,” she snapped before she grabbed her children and tugged them away into the still growing crowd of curious onlookers. One of the kids kept turning back over his shoulder, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“Mommy, mommy,” he said, all child-like wonder. “Was that Ironman?”

Brock glanced around the room to see several people with their phones out, obviously recording this entire mess. When he looked back at Rogers, Stark was already staring right at him, his eyes hard and full of threat. Obviously Stark was well aware of who Brock was and who he was working for. Meanwhile, the Captain looked like he was struggling not to spontaneously combust from shame.

It might have been funny, had it not been so utterly inconvenient.

He could tell that Davis and Khan were still waiting for his signal to move in, but there were too many eyes on them now. If they took Rogers in here, it would be all over the news within minutes. They couldn't afford that kind of publicity. And either way, Stark was a loose canon that they weren't prepared to deal with at this stage.

He made a subtle sign for his men to fall back, turning away from the spectacle those two idiots were still making of themselves. They'd grab Rogers out in the parking lot or something. And if Stark was still with him at that point, then Pierce could go fuck himself and his orders. Brock wasn't going to carry Rogers off while the man was saluting America in his pants.

There were limits to what he was willing to do. Even for HYDRA.

[ashisgreedy]

Fall/Halloween HCs 🎃

Garreth Weasley & Ominis Gaunt

Modern AU - Suggestive Themes

This was a collab between @greedyforgarreth, @grandeoatmilklatte, @finalgirllx written simultaneously! (This is both serious and unhinged... Enjoy!)

Garreth Weasley

Fall Favorites: 

Happily accepts and wears a new knitted sweater from his mother every year. 

Always has a mug of hot cocoa with him. 

Has a comfort beanie he wears through winter. 

Loves bonfires with his family and friends.

Is the type to bring beers to the bonfires but they’re the newest fall-flavored beers. (Like chocolate and pumpkin)

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Watching a Horror movie with his significant other. It does scare him a bit, but he loves to hide with them under the covers. 

Loves going to the pumpkin patch and pumpkin carving.

Takes his date to the corn maze and purposefully gets lost so they can make-out in the field. 

Very competitive about bobbing for apples. 

Breaking and entering through his partner’s window as Ghostface. 

Makes jello shots for the Halloween party he attends. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Would stand in front of his girl and try to protect her, but get scared at the slightest noise

Garreth will grab onto someone’s hand when he’s scared - “Garreth, that’s my ass” 

He says he definitely knows the correct way out but gets the entire group lost immediately. 

Gets lost with his girlfriend and instead of trying to find a way out he fucks her in the haunted house. Her moans blend in with the screams of the scare actors. 

He accidentally moons people with his freckled ass in a corner of the haunted house. 

The next group asks “Is that part of the haunted house?” 

Their go-to costume:

Sexy costume is a Lion

Unsexy costume is a Scarecrow “stuff me” 

Anything that matches with his date/friends. Couples costumes or group costumes. 

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

Garreth enjoys scary movies but he is definitely terrified of them.

Very jumpy, screams even if there’s no jumpscare.

Will run up the stairs after turning the lights off.

Sleeps with lights on after

makes his partner hold his hand on the way to the bathroom. 

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He throws a party and is eager to get everyone drunk

Loves making the jungle juice for everyone! 

His decorations are a bit too realistic and they worry people. 

Tries to convince everyone to play Bloody Mary or Ouija Board

Uses a slightly different wig just to throw everyone off. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

His siblings definitely convinced him to help TP some houses as a kid. 

Getting full-sized candy bars. 

Walking around the neighborhood after dark and looking at all the other decorated houses with his friends. 

Spilling his candy with his siblings and having them all split it and pick out their favorites!

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

Yes! Inside and outside are fully decked out. 

Ominis Gaunt

Fall Favorites: 

Walking over crunchy leaves

Loves candles and incense, enjoying all the fall smells.

HE LOVES PUMPKIN SPICE! 

Putting flavored marshmallows in his hot chocolate.

Loves fuzzy socks and trusts his partner to pick out fun designs. 

Favorite Halloween tradition: 

Huge sweet tooth. He’d be eating as much candy as he could get his hands on. 

Enjoys attending the parades the town puts on.

Hunts you down in a corn maze just to eat your ass in a hidden corner.

Autumnal wine tasting. He’s trying to scrape a video from the internet where he broke a bottle of wine because it had no nut notes. 

Going through a haunted house they'd...:

Be in the front, this stuff doesn’t scare him at all. He just wants to get out of there.

He knows exactly where he’s going and makes it out faster than most. 

Their go-to costume:

sexy cat ears and fishnets

mad doctor or mad scientist costume

Are they scared of Horror movies?:

No. But he smirks when you jump and will comfort you if needed. Loves it when you’re so scared you’re practically in his lap. 

He loves horror movies, especially psychological horror with a lot of tense music. (Movies with good scores)

He gets “scared” while watching the horror movie and hides his face in your ass.

Do they throw a Halloween party, attend one, or stay in?:

He would attend, act like he doesn’t want to be there, but secretly enjoy it.

He shows up in the most perfect costume that wins the evening costume party. (Despite saying he didn’t want to come in the first place) 

Gets very sassy toward the end of the night after having too much of Garreth’s jungle juice. 

His dominant side comes out the more inebriated he is. You must refer to him as “Dominis” or he will get pissed and he will break a wine bottle. 

Favorite trick-or-treating memory:

Just trick-or-treating in general. His family didn’t let him do it when he was growing up. 

His first time trick-or-treating was with Sebastian and Anne during their first year, and he cherishes the memory. 

He loved tasting all the different kinds of candy he would get, and it’s part of why he’s such a sweet tooth now.

Do they go all out with decorating their house?:

He would enjoy the decorating process with his friends/significant other

There has to be a lot of Halloween blankets and pillows as the decor, so he can snuggle up with his s/o and be comfy.

[slotumn]

In a break from my usual 3H in-universe international relations posting, I come bearing: Engage in-universe international relations posting.

Namely, why aren't any of the other countries doing something about Brodian invasions on Elusia?

Well, for Firene and Solm, it's very simple: those two fighting keep them from being threats to their own nation.

Firene is a bountiful land, one that a more rugged country like Brodia would probably love to conquer... if they could. Judging by Celine, despite their peaceful image, Firene doesn't slack on security/military. Combine that with more productive farmlands, etc and it's possible Brodia could get their ass kicked if the war goes on longer. That's probably why Brodia picks on Elusia instead, as the comparatively easier target that still has resources they want.

Still, Firene isn't unaware of Brodia's general attitude on foreign policy, so they choose to let Brodia stay distracted with Elusia instead; why risk trying to make them stop if they might turn to you instead, you know? It helps that Firene is religious and Elusia worships the Fell Dragon, so they have an extra excuse to continue letting that happen (even if they don't outright dispatch their own troops for it).

As for Solm, I think they've seen Elusia as a threat for a while. During the Solm chapters, Timerra says they've already gathered intel on them reviving the Fell Dragon, which probably means they've been spying on/monitoring Elusia pretty extensively while gauging them as potential enemies. And if Brodia keeps that potentially-enemy neighbor in check from the opposite side of the continent for free, why refuse it? Also note that in the Fell Xenologue, where Brodia isn't attacking Elusia, Solm is the one that does, in a very "strike them before they strike us" way.

(Speaking of, you might notice that Timerra pokes at Alfred and Ivy in their A supports from a more political position/as a future ruler— like asking if Firene would invade Solm or admitting she was also trying to find out Ivy's weakness. But she doesn't do that to Diamant in their A support because Brodia doesn't border Solm.)

Now for the biggest question: why didn't Lythos, both the geographical and spiritual center of Elyos, step in? Even as Elusia worshipped the Fell Dragon?

My headcanon is that it's a combination of two reasons:

One, on principle Lythos and the Divine Dragon(s) only steps in when the threat is unmanageable by humans. The war with Sombron was one; there was no way humans could win against that by themselves, that was a war for the dragons. But in a conflict between humans, it's possible that one wrong intervention by the dragon-pope-god could actually make the situation worse; accused of being biased by certain parties, others riding on it to push their own nefarious agendas, etc, which could shake people's faith even more than if they'd just stayed quiet. At most I think they send humanitarian (dragonitarian...?) aid to the affected areas, but I don't think they'd go for military intervention.

You could argue that letting Elusia worship the Fell Dragon on state level ultimately led to the revival of Sombron, but judging by the fact Solm doesn't seem to be super religious to Divine Dragon(s) either + Pandreo wanting to pray to Veyle, it might be considered acceptable (like Lythos doesn't send orders to hunt them down or anything; albeit some people might still be prejudiced against the faith) to worship Fell Dragons if it's just a purely spiritual thing, and not, you know, literally trying to revive Sombron and also stealing the magic ghost ring nukes that help balance power between the nations.

Again, up until Elusia was puppeteered into reviving Sombron, the whole thing was 1000(+) years ago; I'd say that's enough time that figures from the war, no matter the side, could be treated and revered as more of an abstract folk deities (or formalized deities) than real historical figures. It probably helps that Sombron was "dead," so that put even more distance between humans born post-war and the actual threat that he was.

Second is: Lumera, who appears to be the last of her kind (until Alear steps up), has grown weaker due to transferring her powers to Alear. She still seems to be pretty strong because, well, she's still a dragon, but it's possible that she's not "singlehandedly stop a war" strong anymore.

Meanwhile most legends/scriptures about her are probably from when she was at full power. So, uh... it's probably a bad look if she chooses to intervene directly, only for it to just show how much she's weakened. I think Four Hounds/Fell Dragon worshippers trying to revive Sombron would probably have gone around recruiting and causing havoc earlier and on a far wider scale if they learned of this.

In other words, something like "let humans figure out their own problems, dragons will step in if it's a threat they can't handle alone" is both a good policy for the development of humanity in general + doesn't make Lythos, Lumera, and Alear look incompetent/weak and therefore give room for legitimately dangerous groups to recruit more openly.

(I also like to think Alear's solo end alludes to this, because it talks about a blue haired Emblem fighting the Corrupted; like it's easy to forget gameplay-wise because we kill them all the time, but the Corrupted are fucked up zombie puppet soldiers who are explicitly associated with Sombron/Fell Dragons, aka not things humans would regularly encounter or know how to deal with)