#toji is the hound

[celestie0]

hey you should def watch house of the dragon and game of thrones 🤞🏻

i have seen game of thrones!! i actually wanted to write a got inspired jjk fic sooooooooo bad n i think i will once i finish kickoff ahhaha. i haven’t see house of the dragon tho 😓 it’s on my list!

[reignpage]

College student!Sukuna

20:38pm: rainy days

warnings: 18+ mdni, dubcon, yandere themes, possessiveness, masturbation

college student!sukuna, against all odds, is your dear friend. he was a prickly thing when you first met him, didn’t even say hi to you; just looked you up and down and smirked to himself before turning to continue a conversation with toji. but, over time, he had grown on you. 

college student!sukuna is very reliable. when you had gotten caught in the torrential rain after class, all it took was one text and he was rolling up in his car, huffing a laugh as your drenched self slid into the front seat, throwing a towel in your face. you apologised and said you hoped you hadn’t interrupted whatever he was doing. 

he said, ‘nah, don’t worry your dumb self over it. wasn’t doing anything important.’

and it was true, he wasn’t doing anything or, should he say, anyone important. just some girl in his class who was hounding him for months for a date. in all honesty, he wouldn’t have even considered giving her a second of his time; she was annoying as hell with a shrill voice that made him wince. which is why he had opted to fuck her with her face buried in a pillow. 

the only reason college student!sukuna had agreed was cause he was pent up, his fist and videos he had taken of you weren’t doing it for him anymore, and she looked so much like you, it was easy to pretend it was your pussy he was thrusting in. 

he was glad you texted him as opposed to your roommate, shoko, or childhood friend, gojo. not only because it meant he was special but because that presented him with the perfect opportunity to sneak glances at your see-through shirt. the cold air had stiffened your nipples, the wet fabric so thin he could see the outline of the tips of your breasts, his fingers itching to pull, pinch and tug at them. 

college student!sukuna would have gone on a rampage if anyone else had seen you in such a vulnerable position. thankfully it was just him, and he fisted himself raw to the memory of your shivering form late at night, recalling the droplets of water running down your clavicle towards your cleavage, and the goosebumps prickling your skin.

when his knuckles brushed your thigh as he changed gears, he didn’t bother stifling his grin when you twitched and bit your lip. college student!sukuna could tell you were nearing the end of your patience just as he was. the game you two were playing was at its peak and it was the greatest foreplay either of you had ever engaged in. 

college student!sukuna is merciful and he already has a plan in mind for how he’s finally gonna trap you, you just have to hold on a little longer, but he swears, as he thumbs his slit, he’ll make it so good for you.

so good you’ll never want anyone else. 

little does college student!sukuna know, you had long decided that yourself. 

but he’ll find out soon. 

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon

fem reader

Thinking about massive beefcakes again...

Big, brawny warriors who're carved with both muscles and battle scars – who still have some blood on their hands they couldn't bother washing off before claiming their pretty little war prize.

Oh, but he's so gentle with you. No threats on his lips, just a smile as he lets his large hands do all the talking – that, and the bloody axe he left leaning against the wall of your humble hut. So big, you wouldn't even be able to carry it if you used both hands.

And speaking about needing to use both hands...

You straddle his lap while working his massive cock – trembling as you wrap your fingers around the base, one hand stacked on top of the other, fingertips curling around his shaft – unable to reach around it while rubbing over fat veins that pulse beneath your soft touch.

He coos at you – tells you you’re doing so, so good for him, how he’s going to reward you real soon – how he won't hurt you so long as you do what he wants.

Oh, and you're so scared – so very scared of those large scathed paws holding you steady at the hips as he rubs his thick manhood against your stomach – throbbing between your ribs – a good measurement for how far inside he would try to push. 

There’s just no way you can possibly cram all of that inside you, is there?

You hadn't even noticed you were crying. Fat tears slip from brimming in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and splattering on the hair of his broad chest. 

He told you to breathe, and you realized you’d been holding it in. He told you to relax – but tears only kept falling when his hand reached under to cup your scared little sex – his calloused fingers a strange type of friction on the lips of your pussy, ticklish in a sense, sending energy splurging through your core. 

Oh, but ain't you just the sweetest little thing. “You’re so wet, baby~” He hummed, voice thick with heat as his finger slid playfully through the slick pooling from your slit.

You whimpered at his teasing, and he hushed you – cooing at you while his fat fingers started prepping your tight little hole for him with a thumb rubbing over your clit – still nothing harsh – just grazing the slit, letting your body know to prepare itself for him.

You almost wished he would just push you down, tower over you, and do it all swiftly – because you weren't sure just how much of this your poor heart could take. You heard its pitter-pattering in your head, felt it drum in your fingertips, in your toes, thumping where his hands were taunting your tender flesh – petting the silk as it wept for more.

You felt something curl – coil – wind like an adder in your gut along with butterflies. Soon, glossing his entire hand with arousal. 

You heard the chuckle as he filled you up with one of his digits – long and thick with muscle, bumpy at the knuckles as it eased inside you – swirling around your velvet walls, all wet and fluttering for him – then followed by another – still with his thumb drawing sweet circles into your swollen clit, making you clench around the two fingers tightly with an ever-so-sweet moan spilling from your lips.

He groaned at the sensitivity – the stimuli and response at his fingertips – how impressionable you were for him. So sweet and pliant – knowing you were but a sheep caught on wolf claws.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, a sloppy grin showing teeth as his lips brushed up your collar with wet praise – his tongue hot as he licked up your throat with warm breath ever so very intimately – puffing like a hound as he bit your earlobe playfully, letting you know with thick rust, “I think you’re ready to take me.”

Oh, how he loved the way you tensed – knowing he had you completely in his palm – hooked right on his fingers – and soon on his cock.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, AFO, All Might, Mirio

JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku

DS – Doma

HxH – Uvogin

[musouie]

mdni ⸝⸝ panty sniffing/licking, stalking, voyeurism ꒰ repost ^^

stalker!toji, who first sees you at a bar and thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. his eyes stray to you all night, unabashedly undressing you each time, and he tells himself as he follows you home that it’s only out of curiosity.

stalker!toji, whose curiosity compels him to your window, where he watches you undress for bed with wide eyes and a pounding heart. his eyes drink in your nude figure, committing it to memory. as he does, his pants grow tighter, his cock twitching in his underwear, and he sinks a hand into them and begins stroking himself languidly.

stalker!toji, who takes his sweet time to get familiar with your schedule. he knows the time you leave for work each morning, the route you take — and naturally, he knows about your bad habit of forgetting to lock your door.

he’s an opportune man. a criminal with the will to match. and while his own heart may race, there is no guilt or regret as he creeps into your home while you’re out at work. he’s quick — masterful, even. and he beelines for the master bedroom, sniffing the air as though he were a hound before his eyes lock onto a used panty at the foot of your bed.

stalker!toji, who gets on his knees and plucks it off the ground with care, turning it over in his hands before bringing it up to his nose. his pupils dilate as he inhales your scent — so much more potent than what had lingered on the windowpane, so much richer than that lingering on your bed...

but it isn’t enough. not nearly enough. and he brings your panty away from his face only to press it to his mouth. his eyes flutter closed and his tongue darts out to trace along the dampened crotch, saliva thickening as your taste blooms across his tongue.

the groan he lets out is long and guttural, hips lurching forward into nothing as his cock throbs in his pants, and fuck, he swears he’s never tasted a thing sweeter.

stalker!toji, who begins to mouth at your panty like a drunkard, spittle building at the corners of his lips and against the lace as he laps at your dried juices. he sucks, his lower stomach rumbling with an indescribable hunger, and that craving draws him to shoving your underwear in his mouth so he can chew and suck on the fabric.

he does so with reverence, groaning and shaking when his teeth poke through the lace and graze against his tongue — like a starved beast getting a mere taste of human flesh for the first time.

stalker!toji, who shoves your underwear back in his pocket, cock so hard that it aches. he can feel his heartbeat in his pants, his head light and his entire body thrumming.

he knows you won’t be home for another hour, but it doesn’t give him peace of mind as he sneaks back out of your house and moves out of sight.

his mind is racing as he waits, the taste of your cunt on his tongue and your panties burning a hole in his pocket. it makes waiting so much worse, and all he can do is shove his hand down his pants once again and stroke at his cock, cheeks red and sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.

stalker!toji, whose need is as vile as he is. and now that he has your panties, has licked at them like an animal, he wants to know how it feels to be with you properly.

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐞 © 2024 𝐀𝐑𝐑. it is prohibited to reproduce, distribute, or transmit my works in any form or by any means! ﾉ masterlist

[dollfacefantasy]

second thoughts ♡

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

your ex keeps popping into your head during sex with toji, so he'll just have to make sure you can't think at all instead

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, dumbification, mentions of intrusive thoughts

tags: @gor3-hound @nexysworld

"Right here," he growls, "Look right here. Right in my fuckin' eyes."

His large hand held your head in place by your jaw. He gives it a sharp jerk, jostling your thoughts into place. Making sure you're completely focused on him. His lower half thrusts against you hard and fast, stretching you out with each rock of his hips.

"'m lookin'" you whine, your lips parting as little mewls fly out.

"Good. Good girl," he grunts.

The muscles in his abdomen flex as he keeps pounding into you. He wasn't taking it easy on you tonight. He was determine to make sure you couldn't think of anything but him.

The past couple of weeks things had been off between you two. Since you started dating, your relationship had always been very physical. You had sex once a day at minimum, and when he wasn't inside of you, he had a hand somewhere on your body. He may have struggled with true intimacy, but physicality came easy.

The problem he'd noticed recently was you didn't seem as into it as you usually were. You seemed kind of spaced out. You got pretty quiet when you were typically vocal.

His first reaction was insecurity. Was he not pleasing you? Were growing bored of him? The possibility of that unnerved him to his core, but he tried to convince himself those couldn't be true. You never denied him when he initiated, and you still loved to cuddle and hang off his arm whenever you could.

After another round of you looking distracted while he was balls deep, he finally just had to ask.

"Sorry..." you'd said, looking up at him sheepishly, "I just... I'm having trouble focusing."

Your tone almost made him feel guilty for asking, but your reasoning didn't answer all his questions. He knew you had trouble with concentration and intrusive thoughts sometimes. He just didn't think it would apply to this.

"Focusing?" he murmured, ducking down to plant some kisses on your cheek, "Am I not doing it right, baby? You know... I'm open to pointers."

"No... it's not that. It's just..." you continue. You hesitate as to whether or not you should actually tell him.

"C'mon, angel face," he said, nuzzling your jaw, "You know you can tell me. I want you to feel good too."

"You do make me feel good," you reassured, "It's just that I can't get my brain to be quiet. And when we're doing it, I keep thinking of my ex boyfriend, and it doesn't feel good. I don't like him at all, it's just like my mind wants to bug me."

Even though the idea of you thinking about another man during sex causes jealousy to flare within him, he reins in the instinctive anger he feels. By the pained look on your face, you clearly were just as displeased with it as he was. And while it hadn't happened in a while, he couldn't pretend like he'd never had his late wife dance through his thoughts in the heat of the moment.

So he didn't make you feel bad about it. He sighed and told you it was ok. You wanted to finish though and so he got you both to finish. He held you after like always and let you fall asleep against his side, but in his own mind, he planned for things would be different next time. There was no way he was gonna let some other guy keep you from enjoying yourself with him.

That's what led the both of you to now. He keeps your gaze locked with his own as fills you to the brim. Your eyes are glossy but with the haze of pleasure now rather than distraction, and he can't enough of it.

"That's right, babydoll. It's all me now, isn't it?" he coos lowly in your ear.

"Mhm," you whimper and nod, your head bobbing extra from his momentum.

"No room for anyone else," he grunts and digs his fingers into the plush of your cheeks.

Your lips puff out under the pressure, and he leans down to mash his mouth against your own. The kiss is wet and sloppy, your saliva and his mixing together while he nips at your bottom lip. He ruts into you faster, his breaths growing more ragged.

"Fuck.. Toji," you whimper arching your back and pressing your tits up against his chest.

"That's all you're gonna be able to say when I'm done with you, sweet thing," he says.

You whine and nod. That was what you wanted. Just him. If he was the only thing on your mind, you were happy. A big, dazed smile drifts to your features to match your fucked out eyes.

"That's a biiiiig smile, princess," he coos mockingly, "Who's making you smile like that?"

"You are," you whimper.

"Right. No one else can make you smile like that," he says.

You nod again and yelp when his cock rams into a sweet spot inside you. He chuckles at the sound and lifts his hands to rest above your head, caging your body below his.

"My baby. You're all mine. Mine to fuck dumb every. single. night," he pants.

"Don't want anyone else. Just you," you babble and drag your nails down his back.

"I know it," he says.

He then quickly reaches down, securing your hips with an iron grip and fucks into you as deep as possible. You see stars stars and let out a sound you can't control. You tighten around him like a vise, keeping him nice and deep where you need him.

"My Toji," you slur and bring your own hands back up to slide through his hair.

He moans quietly, and his eyes flutter shut. His hips sputter a bit as he feels his release creeping up on him.

"Gonna cum soon, dollface. Get you nice and full of me so even when I pull out, you know who that pussy belongs to," he mumbles.

You mewl in ecstasy, eager to feel him shoot deep inside you.

It doesn't take long for you to get your wish. His body lowers against yours, his flushed, sweaty skin sliding against your flesh. He pumps into you desperately with a groan as he drains himself between your tight, velvety walls.

He lets it all sink inside you before pulling out. His cock is still slick with your arousal. He leans back and pushes your thighs up, taking a look at your pussy stuffed full of his cum. Just how it should be.

Up top, you were still blissed out. He huffs out a laugh at your drooping eyes and contented expression.

"How you feeling, baby?" he asks and crawls back on top of you to give you some lazy smooches.

You hum and rub your nose against his cheek. Words were too hard right now in the best way.

He smirks and nips at your nose teasingly.

"Head all clear?" he whispers.

"Mhm," you say with satisfaction, opening your eyes wider and taking in the face of the man who had you now, mind and body.

[teddybeartoji]

scent kink thoughts with toji 🤔🤔

he loves it when you're all sweat and dirty lmao you get home from a run and try to avoid his kisses bc you want to go and take a shower but oh my god toji's on you like a fucking hound... his arms snake around your middle, his nose dragging over your sweaty skin bc mmmmm he loves the way you smell he thinks this is one of the hottest things ever!!!!!!!!!! probably tries to smell your armpits as well lmao

aaaaand loves to nose at your crotch btw,, like when you're still wearing underwear he just lays you down on the bed his hands kneading your thighs while he nuzzles his face against your cunt mmmmmm he loves it when you whine abt it too lmao like when you call him dirty or a pervert mmmmmmmmmmm that makes his dick so fucking hard nonnie...

oh talking abt scent things he also jerks off while holding your dirty undies to his nose!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the more ruined pair of panties the better btw he wants to be nasty he needs to be able to breathe you INNNN alright

[lovecuprite]

a/n: slow intro with a fair bit of dialogue & little plot twist at the end? + if you don't like gunplay, i promise this is not the one for you, don't read it wc: 5.7k

the rest of kinktober here + (toji art credit) + special tag @risararelywrites <3

As the night crept on, the thrill of the scare park hung thick in the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter and muffled shrieks from other visitors. You walked arm-in-arm with Shoko, Suguru, and Satoru, revelling in the pulse of adrenaline that shot through you whenever an actor lunged from the darkness. Together, you’d gone through nearly every haunted house in the park, each one more elaborate than the last. 

But now, as you drifted toward the edge of the grounds, the lively sounds began to fade, swallowed up by the sight of a lone haunted house standing apart from the others—a grim silhouette shrouded in eerie, rolling fog.

This house looked different. It was darker, older, with an unsettling aura that seemed to thicken the air around it. Unlike the other exhibits, there were no bright lights, no cheering guides or costumed actors welcoming you in, just an open doorway that hinted at cracked wood, grimy windows, and shadows that seemed to hang around and watch.

"Why isn’t anyone going in?" you murmured, stopping to stare at the building. "Did they close it for the night?"

Shoko glanced at Suguru, exchanging a look that sent a tiny ripple of unease through you. “No, it’s open. Just not exactly popular,” she replied, her voice low.

“Not popular?” You smirked, letting the hint of a challenge seep in. “Is it really that bad?”

“Depends who you ask,” Satoru replied, his usual playful tone missing as he stared at the house. “People don’t go in alone.”

“It’s a scare park.” You scoffed, waving off his warning. “How scary could it actually be?”

Suguru placed a hand on your shoulder, a rare seriousness in his eyes. “This one’s different. People say there’s something… wrong with it. Nobody wants to find out for sure.”

“Wrong?” you echoed, crossing your arms. “How, exactly?”

“Some say there’s a man who hides in there,” Shoko murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “They don’t know if he’s some rogue actor or just… some crazy man. But he’s armed. Supposedly, he sneaks around pretending to be part of the act.”

You looked at the house again, half-amused, half-spooked. “So you’re telling me there’s a real psycho in there hiding out? Right.”

Your friends exchanged wary glances, their usual bravado notably absent, which only deepened your curiosity. “You’re serious? This is over some urban legend?”

“It’s not a legend,” Shoko muttered, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting to see someone creeping out of the fog. “People say they’ve seen him covered in blood. They say he blends right in until it’s too late.”

“Staff avoid it too,” Satoru added, his tone unusually flat. “So if you’re thinking about going in, maybe reconsider.”

A thrill shot through you, half defiance, half intrigue. The house loomed ahead, daring you. “So you all think he’s in there tonight?”

Suguru’s hand tightened on your shoulder. “It’s not worth finding out. There are plenty of other places we can check out.”

But the challenge tugged at you, almost tauntingly. You took a step forward, drawing exasperated sighs from your friends.

"Are you actually going in there?"

"This is a hard no for me," Shoko insisted.

“Come on, we’re not kidding around,” Suguru said, his expression sombre.

You gave them a shrug and a smile. “I’ll just peek in, five minutes, that’s all.”

Shoko crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. “Right, nothing bad ever happens in ‘just five minutes.’”

“Remember, if he’s in there, we’re not coming to save you.” Satoru jokes as he rolls his eyes.

"Noted," you replied, dancing around him with a grin. "If anything happens, at least I'll have a story."

But as you moved toward the darkened doorway, the memories of the warnings hounded you, and crossing the threshold, a small voice whispered, maybe they're right.

Inside, the shadows clung to the walls, warping and shifting with every flicker of the dim yellowing light bulbs. The air was heavy, still, as though the house itself was holding its breath, waiting. With each cautious step, the floor remained eerily silent-no familiar creaks, no whispers from other thrill-seekers echoing from somewhere in the darkness. The quiet was suffocating.

"It's just another haunted house," you whispered, trying to break the silence. But even your voice seemed to be swallowed up by the shadows.

You reached the edge of a dusty, darkened room when a soft dragging sound cut through the quiet. You whirled around, your heart hammering, but the hallway behind you was empty. The moment you began to steady your breath, a low rumbling chuckle echoed through the room, crawling down your spine.

"Didn't think anyone would wander in alone," a voice drawled from the shadows, smooth and dripping with dark amusement. "You've got guts.”

Your breath caught as a figure began to take form: a tall, wide man whose eyes glinted in the poor light. He moved like a shadow off the wall, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he took another step forward, the faint glow illuminating a pistol in his hand, his finger lazily resting near the trigger.

You swallowed hard and forced a grin, hoping to mask your unease. "Are… are you part of the show?"

He chuckled, his eyes raking over you with dangerous curiosity. "I'm part of an experience," he told you, that taunting smile twisting. "But not the kind you paid for.”

Your heart was racing as he closed in; his eyes were razor-sharp and predatory. He didn't hurry-if anything, he drew out the fear across your features. The pistol glinted in his hand, but his gaze stayed fixed on you, like he was reading every flicker of emotion.

He moved forward with a nearly lazy step; his head fell to the side as his smile grew, watching you inch backward. "So, you thought this was just another haunted house?" he asked, the tiniest thread of dark thrill weaved in. "Guess it's too late to warn you some rumours are worth listening to.

Your back hit the wall, and his eyes lit up with a spark of satisfaction. He leaned in closer, pressing the gun against his temple as he did so, an intense gaze and a chilling gleam in his eye. "You've got that look-the one which says you're curious. Brave, maybe a little too much so." He paused, smirk deepening. "So, how brave are you feeling now?”

You clenched your jaw and wouldn't flinch. "Maybe I am not as easy to scare as you think," you muttered, though your own voice quivered ever so slightly. "Oh?" His smirk whittled just a little sharper, a flash of mirth dancing in his eyes. "Then let us see.”

He let go of your wrist, only to trail the gun’s barrel along your jawline, his eyes drinking in every flinch, every shiver. He seemed to delight in drawing out the silence, each second weighted with his slow, deliberate movements. And in that quiet, somehow, the unspoken threat felt far more sinister.

As he studied you, his gaze lingered, savouring the fear that glinted in your eyes. “I have all night to see what it takes to break you,” he murmured, his voice almost playful. “And something tells me, this is going to be fun.”

The glint in his eyes held a dark promise, and you knew, too late, that you’d wandered into a trap—the kind that left you wondering just who, exactly, was meant to be scared.

You swallowed, struggling to hold his gaze, fighting the instinct to look away. But he had you cornered, and he knew it—knew you were trapped in his snare, just like he’d intended. The glint in his eye sharpened as he watched, a spark of twisted satisfaction lighting up his face as he took in every flicker of fear.

The man’s grin stretched wider, dark and mocking, as he watched you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lowered the gun, tracing the cold barrel down your jawline, his eyes studying every inch of your face with a predatory intensity. The silence between you pressed in, suffocating and tense, somehow worse than any threat he could have made.

“You’re trembling now,” he whispered, voice dipped in dark humour. “But it makes me wonder…” He tilted his head, a false look of innocence softening his gaze even as his smirk stayed razor-sharp. “Is it fear making you shake? Or is it something… else?”

Your breath caught, a barely perceptible hitch that he didn’t miss. His smirk grew, as though he’d stumbled on a private joke, something only he was in on. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re the kind who gets a thrill out of all this?” he mocked, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, as if he were sharing a secret with you. “The type who’d never admit it, but… can’t help the way their heart races anyway.”

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you off so easily. With a nudge from the gun, he forced your chin up, his gaze locking with yours. “I see you,” he continued, inching closer, his warm breath fanning across your skin. “People like you walk in here alone, pretending it’s just for the thrill.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to a near murmur against your ear. “But maybe you wanted more.”

His words sent a shiver through you, mingling fear with something you didn’t want to acknowledge. He leaned back, watching your reaction, fingers brushing the side of your face in a touch that was disturbingly gentle. “Maybe that’s why you’re here,” he said, a rough laugh slipping from his lips. “I doubt someone like you would admit it, though.”

Your mind raced, and your voice caught in your throat, a knot of indignation and fear keeping you silent. He noticed, smirking like he’d already won. “Right on the mark, aren’t I?” he murmured, his hand resting on your cheek. “It’s always the innocent ones—scare the easiest, break the fastest.”

Your heart pounded, and though you willed yourself to pull away, your body seemed frozen under his touch. He held your gaze, thumb brushing softly over your cheek. “Just say it,” he teased, leaning close again. His thumb pressed lightly against your throat, tracing the beat of your pulse. “You didn’t come in here just for the scare, did you?”

The mocking smile he wore softened slightly, his voice lowering to a nearly intimate whisper. “I can feel it—the way you’re responding. The thrill, the nerves, the part of you that’s not sure if you want to run… or stay.”

You hated the way he seemed to read you, hated that he saw through the mask you wore to the part of you he’d awakened, a part tinged with something reckless and dangerous. He bent down further, enjoying how he had you at his mercy. "That's it, isn't it?" he mumbled, "It's a game-this line between predator and prey." His voice dropped to a purr. “Between fear… and whatever this is.”

You tried to steady your breath as he studied every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the touch feather-light but charged, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“How much would you actually enjoy being pushed?” he wondered aloud, eyes glinting. “Maybe you’d even beg for it. Maybe you’d even like not having control.”

A thrill of panic mingled with something darker, something that made your heart beat faster. He could see it, knew the effect he was having, and the satisfaction on his face only grew. “Just admit it,” he murmured, his tone insistent, his thumb grazing your jawline. “Admit how much you’re enjoying this.”

His fingertips lingered on your hip, a reassuring touch that was highly unsettling, as if he were daring you to let those words pass your lips out loud. "Come on," he seduced, the devilish glint dancing in his eyes. "I promise I won't bite… unless you're asking.

His hand slid around to the small of your back, pulling you against him. The heat of his body reminded you just how close he was, how easily he could overpower you if he wanted. His voice dropped to a near-growl. “Last chance to back out.” His lips ghosted over your earlobe. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t…”

His grip tightened, teeth grazing your ear, and then he pulled back, his gaze sharp as he slipped the gun into his waistband. His eyes were fixed upon yours with such intensity and something so akin to hunger; it sent the shiver down your spine. "So," he breathed, his voice low, with just a hint of challenge. "Ready to play?

Your heartbeat pounded against your rib cage, each thud a resonating drum in the silence between you. His words, his touch, the heat radiating off his body, it threatened to overwhelm you, drowning out every rational thought. You knew you should tell him to stop, should put space between you, but something kept you frozen there, curiosity mixing with the thrill of the unknown.

"I… I don't.", you stuttered, all but a whisper, while shallow breaths betrayed you, even in protest.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk edging toward a full grin. “You don’t what?” he asked, eyes gleaming. “Don’t want me to stop… or don’t know if you should?”

Closer still, he leaned in until his nose brushed against yours, his gaze burrowing into yours with an intensity that made your knees feel weak. “I think you want this more than you’ll admit,” he murmured. His hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck. “Just say the word,” he whispered, his lips hovering over yours. “I’ll give you everything you’ve been too afraid to ask for.”

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, a playful nip that he soothed with his tongue, his voice softening to a near-coax. “Come on, sweetheart,” he breathed, every word a slow, dangerous promise. “Let yourself stop fighting it.”

"Okay," you whispered, just barely audible, the last shred of resistance dissolving as his lips claimed yours-hard and demanding. The kiss bruised with its possessiveness-he took your mouth with such hunger that robbed your breath, his tongue delving deep inside to consume you. His hand tangles in the strands of your hair, keeping you firmly in place, the other roaming along your body, mapping out every curve.

But the next instant, he pushed you away, and you tumbled backward, falling against a stack of old props that tumbled with you, a flicker of fear crossing your features. He saw it.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he mocked, stalking toward you on lean legs with a predator's ease. "Scared off so soon?"

His eyes shone with a feral light, a cruel smirk playing about his lips. "I thought you wanted to play."

He leaned over you, grasping at your chin roughly to force you to look up at him. "Maybe you're not as brave as you thought," he sneered. "Or maybe", the tone darker, "you just need a little more incentive."

His hand had gone to his waistband, drawing out his gun. He pressed the cold metal against your lips, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that chilled you to the bone.

"Open up, sweetheart," he ordered in his voice, a thick coating of mockery. "Let's see if you're as good with that mouth as I think you are." A hand twisted in your hair yanking your head back to bare the line of your neck. "Or maybe," he mused, "I should just shut you up completely."

He traced the gun along your jaw, down your throat, stopping at the hollow at the bottom of your neck. His eyes never once strayed from yours as he watched for the effects, feeding off your growing fear. "What's it gonna be, baby? Want to play nice, or should I get rough with you?"

He leaned closer, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee as he savoured the tension. "Tick tock," he murmured, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Time's running out, and my patience is wearing thin. Choose wisely, baby—it might just save your life."

A wicked grin spread across his face as he saw you open your mouth, lips parting just enough for the barrel of the gun to slide between them, the cold metal pressing against your tongue. "That’s it," he purred. "Good girl."

He pushed the gun deeper, savouring the sight of you as the taste of metal filled your mouth. "Suck," he commanded, his voice thick with lust as he watched you obey, your lips stretched around the barrel, tongue swirling over the smooth surface. His hand in your hair tightened, and he let out a low, satisfied groan.

"Fuck, that’s hot," he breathed, his hips pressing forward as he ground against you. "You’re a natural at this, aren’t you? I bet you'd look even better with your lips wrapped around something else."

He watched with rapt attention as you continued, cheeks hollowing, mouth working the gun with an obedient rhythm. His gaze darkened as he took in the sight of you, debasing yourself at his command.

Finally, he withdrew the gun, a string of saliva briefly connecting it to your lips. "Kiss it," he growled, voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want it."

You pressed your lips against the barrel, kissing it softly, your eyes flickering up to meet his gaze, exactly as he demanded. Seeing you so submissive, so compliant, sent a rush of satisfaction through him.

"Atta girl," he murmured approvingly, his voice a soft purr of pleasure.

He pulled the gun away, resting it on the side as he freed his cock from his pants, stroking it slowly, teasingly, as you knelt before him. He smirked down at you, his eyes glinting with dark promise. "Put that pretty mouth to work, baby. Show me what you can do."

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your head towards his cock, the musky scent of him filling your nostrils. His other hand gripped the base of his shaft, slapping the head against your lips, leaving a smear of pre-cum.

He pushed forward, forcing the head of his cock past your lips, groaning as your warm mouth enveloped him. "Fuck, that's it," he growled, his hips rocking gently, pushing deeper.

He groaned as your lips stretched around his thick, veiny shaft, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His cock was long and hard, the skin smooth and hot against your tongue. The musky, masculine taste of him filled your mouth as you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked.

Saliva dripped down your chin as you bobbed your head, your hand coming up to grip the base, stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth. He tasted of sweat and arousal, the flavour heady and intoxicating on your tongue.

Lewd, wet sounds filled the air as you slurped and sucked, your nose buried in his pubic hair, breathing in his scent. His balls were heavy and full, bouncing against your chin as you worked him over.

"Fuck, just like that," he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening, his hips snapping forward, fucking your face with shallow thrusts. "Take it all, baby.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat, your gag reflex working overtime, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you relaxed your throat, letting him slide deeper, taking him to the hilt.

He threw his head back with a groan, his abs clenching, his thighs trembling as you swallowed around him, your throat fluttering around his sensitive flesh.

"Goddamn, you're a natural," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure.

The click of the safety being disengaged sent a jolt of fear through you, even as you continued to suck him off. The cold metal of the gun brushed against your cheek, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock in your mouth.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending vibrations through his shaft. "You like that, don't you, baby? The danger, the thrill. It gets you hot, doesn't it?" He pressed the gun to your temple, the barrel cold against your skin as he fucked your face harder, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper down your throat.

"Bet you're soaking wet right now," He groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he neared his peak. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his hips stuttering, his cock throbbing in your mouth.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his cock slick with your saliva. "Not yet, baby," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "I'm not done with you."

He grabbed your arm, hauling you to your feet, spinning you around and shoving you so you were bent over the wooden table. The rough wood scraped against your skin, the edge digging into your hips as he kicked your legs apart, exposing you to his gaze.

He flipped up your skirt, tearing your panties away with a sharp rip. His fingers dipped between your folds, teasing your entrance, circling your clit. 

"Fuck, look at you," he purred, his hand coming down hard on your ass, making you yelp. "Already so wet for me. Yeah, you’re not innocent at all, are you?” He leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he spat directly onto your pussy, the warm liquid trickling between your folds before he licked a stripe along your slit.

He dove in, his tongue delving deep into your folds, lapping at your juices. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with rapid strokes. The hand holding the gun rested against your ass as the other held one of your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry mouth.

He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, darting flicks, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. He growled against your flesh, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. His nose rubbed your clit as he buried his face deeper, his tongue probing your entrance.

He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to stroke your G-spot as he continued to eat you out. He added a third finger, stretching you, filling you, as his tongue swirled around your clit.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, his words muffled against your pussy. "So sweet and wet for me. I could eat this cunt all day."

He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive nub. His fingers pumped in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds obscene in the quiet room.

His cock throbbed, rock hard and leaking pre-cum as he feasted on your pussy. The taste of you, the feel of your wetness coating his tongue, the sounds of your moans and whimpers—it all drove him wild with lust.

He fucked his fingers harder into you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit as he sucked, nibbled, licked every inch of your sopping folds.

He pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. His eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of you, spread out and desperate for him.

"Mmm, you're so fucking wet," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "I could eat this pretty pussy all night long."

He trailed the gun along your inner thigh, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. "But first, I think I need to prep you a little. Get you nice and ready for me."

He teasingly ran the barrel of the gun along your folds, the cold metal sending a jolt of sensation through you. "What do you think, baby? Think you can handle this?"

You looked over your shoulder at him, stealing a glance as his eyes gleamed in the moonlight, a faint nod of your head as you wanted it.

"I don't know," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can you?"

He circled your clit with the tip of the gun, the metal cool against your heated flesh. Your hips twitched, seeking more pressure, more friction.

"Look at you, so desperate for it," he purred, his free hand coming down on your ass in a sharp slap. "Even with a gun to your cunt, you're still begging for it."

“Tell me-” he says as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, “Use those words.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill from your lips. His touch, his words, they were driving you crazy with need. You wanted him, all of him, and you didn't care how twisted it was.

"Please," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need it. I need you."

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "That's more like it”

He trailed the cold metal of the gun along your slit, teasing your entrance, circling it slowly. You could feel the heat of him, the weight of his gaze on your body as he watched you squirm

He pressed the tip of the gun against your entrance, the metal cool and unyielding. Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure.

He pressed the tip of the gun inside you, the cold metal sliding in teasingly slow. You gasped, your body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. He went deeper, inch by torturous inch, stretching you, filling you in a way you'd never experienced before.

"Fuck, look at you taking it," he groaned, his voice low and approving. "Such a good girl, so eager for me."

He worked the gun in and out, fucking you with it, the metal gliding along your walls, hitting spots you didn't know existed. Your pussy clenched around it, trying to adjust to the intrusion, the friction.

He pushed the gun deeper, the metal sliding in with a slick sound, your wetness easing the way. You whimpered, your body trembling as he filled you, stretched you, claimed you in the most primal way possible.

He pulled it out slowly, the metal dragging along your folds, teasing your entrance, before pushing it back in.

He twisted the gun, the barrel rubbing against your sensitive walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. Your pussy clenched around it, trying to adjust to the intrusion, the friction.

The wet, obscene sounds of the gun pumping in and out of your pussy filled the air, mixing with your moans and whimpers. He angled it just right, hitting that spot deep inside that made your toes curl, your eyes roll back in your head.

He pulled the gun out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. You whimpered at the loss, your body craving more.

"Patience, baby," he purred as he tossed the gun to the side. "We're just getting started."

He lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

He pushed inside you slowly, inch by throbbing inch, stretching you, filling you. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to his size, his heat. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady as he sank deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Feels so good wrapped around my cock."

He bottomed out as his massive frame engulfed you as he leaned over your back, his balls heavy and full against you as he remained deep inside you. He stayed there for a moment, letting you feel every inch.

Then he started to move, his hips rocking, his cock sliding in and out of your slick heat. He set a slow, deep rhythm, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt.

Your pussy fluttered around him, your walls clinging to his shaft, trying to keep him inside. He grunted with each thrust, his fingers digging into your skin with a pressure that you know will leave marks.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper. His other hand slid up your body, coming to rest at your throat. Not squeezing yet, just a gentle reminder of his control, his dominance.

"That's it, baby," he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Take it. Take my cock like the good girl you are."

He fucked you harder, faster, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction. The dual sensations of pleasure and pressure, of being filled and controlled, sent waves of heat coursing through your body.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he panted, his hips pistoning, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Gonna fill you up with my cum. Pump you full until it's leaking out of you."

His fingers tightened around your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make your heart race, your pussy clench around him. He was so close, his cock throbbing inside you, his body tensing.

His grip tightened on your throat, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse flutter beneath them. His other arm cinched around your waist, pulling you back harder, his hips slamming into you with bruising force.

"Fuck, gonna come," he grunted, his voice strained and guttural.

He pounded into you relentlessly, his cock stretching you, claiming you, branding you from the inside out. His balls slapped against your clit with each brutal thrust, the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

His hand on your throat squeezed again, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make your head swim, your vision blur. The dual sensations of pleasure and pressure, of being filled and controlled, pushed you closer to the edge.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as he fucked you harder, deeper, his cock pounding into your pussy like a jackhammer. The added stimulation was too much, sending you careening over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm.

Your pussy clamped down around him, fluttering and clenching, milking his cock for all it was worth. Your body shook and trembled, your moans echoing off the walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He groaned, his hips stuttering, his rhythm faltering as your pussy worked him over. "Fuck, yes, come for me," he growled, his fingers pinching your clit, prolonging your climax.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. His thick cum filled you, painting your walls white, marking you as his.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight pinning you to the table, his breath coming in harsh pants against your neck. For a moment, you both just lay there, basking in the afterglow, your bodies still joined, your hearts beating in sync.

He rolled his hips, his semi-hard cock still buried inside you, drawing out your pleasure. He pulled out slowly, a groan escaping him as your walls clung to him, trying to keep him inside.

He watched, transfixed, as his cum leaked out of your pussy, dripping down your thighs. The sight of you, so thoroughly used, so marked by him, sent a fresh wave of arousal through him.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "So fucking beautiful, covered in my cum."

He leaned down, pressing soft, teasing kisses along your spine as you lay there, trying to catch your breath. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves and dips, the marks he'd left on your skin.

"You did so well, baby," he purred, his lips brushing against your ear.

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing. “Come on, up, lemme get a look at you.”

He helped you up, his hands steady on your hips as you wobbled on shaky legs. He turned you around to face him, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over your body, taking in the marks he'd left, the cum still dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his hands cupping your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "I could look at you like this all day."

He kissed you then, hard and deep, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, tasting himself on your lips. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours, a question in them.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks as he helps you redress, along with himself.

"No," you breathe, your voice hoarse and trembling. "It was... intense, but not painful."

You lean into his touch, savouring the warmth of his hands on your face, the solidness of his body against yours. Despite the darkness of what just transpired, there's a strange comfort in his presence, a sense of belonging.

“The gun-” you begin before he chuckles and interrupts you as he approaches the gun and picks it up, “Looks pretty real, huh? Feels it too.”

You laugh a little at that, “Yeah, it definitely felt it.”

“I’ll have to thank your friends for getting me such a good prop” He says, “And for arranging this whole place…You think they’re waiting outside?”

“God no, Shoko made it very clear yesterday that she wouldn’t wait around whilst I came in here to get fucked by my boyfriend. They’ll be long gone, we can call a cab.”

“Cab it is.” He smirks as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

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[lxnarphase]

tojis tail wagging after being gifted the plush😭, hybrid toji SAVE MEE

hybrid!toji is usually sooo good at hiding his reactions, but when he starts to get more comfortable around you, he notices he's more comfortable in letting his dog features show.

you'll notice sometimes when he looks at the things you and him buy together to decorate the house, his tail will start to wag a little bit, ears perking up and twitching.

or the way he sometimes gets a bit excited when you say something about a 'treat', eyes sparkling a little at the thought of getting something special just for him

or how he has that strange tendency of always being close to the front door whenever you get home from work, usually sleeping on the couch cuddling that lavender bunny before one of his ears flicks up toward the door and he has to try so hard to not hound you at the door

or the way toji will get sleepy, holding you in his arms. when he gets sleepy, he really lets go, licking your cheek because he thinks its funny how you wipe at your cheek, playfully biting it and asking if you'd still like him if he didn't have his ears and tail

god forbid you say yes, because then he's letting go of you and staying away, his back turned to you. not because he's upset, nonono, because he's embarrassed and he'd rather die than let you see how red he got. and yes, he can hear how loud the fast thuds of his tail against the bed are, and that his ears are low in embarrassment.

[taystrash]

Dominate Men HCS

Description: Of course I had to write one for the doms too

Word Count: 1.144k

Content warning: nicknames used: pretty girl, baby, spanking, rough sex, aftercare

Nanami, Razor (HxH), Toji, Miguel O'Hara, Phinks, Reiner, Hisoka, Tengen, Captain Yami

Dominate men who love to spank your perfect little ass raw. Until you're squirming in his lap, hands coming back to helplessly shield you away from his large, calloused hand. He has no problem taking both your wrists into one hand and pinning them to your lower back, warning you to stay out of his way. He can't help the way his cock jumps when he notices your tears staining the fabric of his jeans. "That was the last one pretty girl." His hand pulls you by your hair until he's able to place his lips next to your ear, he wants to make sure you hear his next words. "Got me fucking leaking at the sight of how wet your pathetic little cunt is. Why are you dripping down your fucking thigh," His hand moves gently over the skin of your ass, cooing gently when you jump at the contact. "When this is supposed to be a punishment?"

Dominate men who will bend into any position to watch your face when you cum. It's not enough to feel you cum around his cock, it's not even enough to see the way your body shakes during the process. He needs to watch the way your mouth parts as you dissolve into a bubbling mess of tears and snot when you finally cum. He craves to see the way your lashes clump together, the way your eyes roll back until only the whites are exposed behind fluttering lids. He finds it ruins his orgasm if he can't watch the way your brows pinch together or the way you'll tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as he fucks you through it. "Come on pretty girl, let me see you." It's a near-feral growl every time, hips slowing their pace until he's grinding his hips against your ass. His hand at the back of your neck travels to your chin to pull you up and the sight nearly has him cumming on sight. "There she is-fuck-baby, I'm gonna cum-you're so fucking pretty like this. You look so fucking pretty making a mess on my cock baby. So. Fucking. Pretty." Each word is emphasized with a thrust, cock twitching as he holds you in place, eyes glued to your face. "So fucking pretty."

Dominate men who need you to understand they're truly sorry, for the most part. Especially when they have you folded in half, using their weight to dig into your pussy. Their feet are planted into the mattress, hands gripping the headboard, and each thrust is sharper than the last. He hasn't spoken since he instructed you to hold your legs, you weren't sure of what his day entailed but he had been upset from the moment he entered your shared apartment. He had slung his suitcase around, walked heavily through the house, and barely greeted you with a dry kiss. You wanted to scold him, ask him what was wrong, and take away his stress all at the same time. You wanted to be mad at him but you were sure his job was stressful, though he swore to never take it out on you. You had mentioned that part, sure it wouldn't spark an argument. You were wrong, he exploded, explaining the stressfulness of his assignments, and deadlines, how he had to keep everything upright. He was tired, exhausted didn't even begin to cover it, and the last thing he needed was you hounding him. You hadn't, you weren't, he was just saying every and anything. It was pissing you off, to the point you had just shut up and walked away, wanting to talk when the both of you had calmed down. He followed you and it had led to this. "You pushing me away baby?" He looks down, finally noticing one of your hands has left the back of your thigh to try weakly pushing at his hips. The attempt was so futile he hadn't even noticed that was your goal. "Nuh-uh. Take-this-fucking-dick."

Dominate men who talk you through it. "Come on baby, relax that pussy for me, come on." His large hands hold a cheek in each hand, spreading you open for his eyes to watch how your tiny hole splits around his cock. "You're squeezing me too tight pretty girl," He speaks through gritted teeth, head rolling back when you only clamp down on him tighter. "Come on baby, you gotta relax around me-hah-f-fuck or I-I'm going to cum." His thrusts are slow, he has no choice with the way you're sucking him in. You aren't allowing him to fully move and in his quest to get you to loosen up, you've only started clamping down on him more, whining at his words. "There you go pretty girl, loosen up for me, so I can properly fuck this pussy."

or Dominate men who try to talk you through it but their digging so far in your guts you can barely focus on anything but his dick. At this point, you're the drooling mess he loves, and he should know better but he can't help himself. He loves the way you babble away, trying to piece together a coherent response for him to understand only for your words to be slurred. They're almost always lost amongst the sound of his hips meeting the backs of your thighs but he hears you, he somehow pieces together what you say. "Does it feel good baby?" He holds you so you're hanging halfway off the bed, legs pinned to his chest as he uses his grip on your hips to keep you in place. "This is what my baby needed, yeah? Some good dick? That job is always stressing my baby out and she gets snappy, she just needs daddy to fuck her right. That's it, huh baby? My pretty girl just needs daddy to split her open on his cock and her attitude will be all better, huh?"

Dominate men who won't allow you to skip out on aftercare. No matter how tired you feel, especially after an intense session, he keeps you up long enough to wipe the mess from between your thighs. "I know you're tired but here, drink this." He'll hold the cup of water for you, his other hand stroking your arm as you melt into his side. "You did so well tonight." He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head, one to your nose, smiling when you softly giggle, then a final one to your lips. "You did such a good job, and you were such a good girl." He only receives hums of content in response, a sleepy smile taking over your features as your eyes sink lower. "One more thing, before I let you lay down. Where's your bonnet?"

[phyrestartr]

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Yo! I write self-indulgent, male reader-insert stories for characters that I simp for lol. Feel free to request stories and pitch ideas, but pls note that I may not do them for a time/at all if I'm not ~inspired~ or just plainly don't have any ideas for the suggestion.

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Fic List

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Those Ghosts We Cannot Burn [ 1 ]

Zagreus x Reader

Man of Worship [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]

Miguel O'hara x Reader

Multi-Part Fics

Simple Things [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

The Intern [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

Baby Crazy [ 1 ]

HOUND [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Till Death Do Us Part | My World Ends With You

One-Shots

Easy Prey (An Underestimation)

Your Godly Path Leads Back to Him

Our Quiet Beginning

Vampire

Simply You

Ryoumen Sukuna x Reader

Icarus, I Am Devoted | Drabbles Pt.2 | Drabbles Pt.3

Divine Favour | Pt.2 | Pt. 3 | Pt.4 [END] | Drabbles: If We Had Lived

Love is Not my Right | Love Is Alright

PR Stunt (Only, Right?)

Their Burning Bodies Keep Us Warm | Pt.2

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) |

Stress Relief

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Requests: OK! **I only write m!reader-insert stories. fem!reader requests will be declined/deleted

Characters I Intend to Write For:

Miguel O'hara

Ryoumen Sukuna

Fushiguro Toji

Zenin Naoya

Gojo Satoru

Getou Suguru

Todoroki Touya/Dabi

Matsuoka Rin

Zagreus (Hades Game)

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[cedarswood]

So Let Me Get This Straight,

Characters hate black girls but love white girls that use aave in their fanfic and base their personalities off of being white and innocent with an edge. They can’t resist how light and white your skin is you’re practically perfect for them! All because you’re a white girl. Even better when you use black and Asian culture to make the “subtly” white reader badass.

Speaking of which, why would Korean characters want a Korean girl when they could have a white girl who gives herself a Japanese “aesthetic”, and somehow manages to give every Asian character she writes for Japanese traditions? As if they share the same culture? Screw research, it’s just a headcanon, not like it’s hurting anyone.

They like racist white girls!

Characters hate fat girls but adore the skinny girls that go out of their way to attack living, breathing fat people for existing in fandom. They love that you’re brave enough to tell them the truth. Letting these girls know that they’re ugly, fat, and undesirable. Even though the fictional character in question doesn’t have a hateful bone in their body and fights for everyone.

How can Nanami Kento not bust a nut in his jeans? He loves it when you’re terrorizing real fuckin people just to win his 2D cock all for yourself.

On top of that, these characters love that being skinny is your entire personality. Come to think of it, you never let them forget that they bagged a skinny white girl. That’s all you talk about! The belly that bulges when he fucks you, the flat stomach he can’t stop touching, your thin fragile body that’ll snap like a toothpick if he hugs you too long. Et cetera, et cetera.

They like skinny white girls!

These characters can’t stand the thought of dating anyone but a white girl. Don’t matter if they’re Japanese, Mexican, Black, Chinese, etc.! They want a white girl that fetishizes their entire race. Fuck the fact that some of these characters have storylines about facing racism and discrimination. All they care about is dating a white girl who can’t stand the thought of a fictional character loving women of color.

Besides, according to y’all [racist white girls], most of them would rather be gay than date black or brown girls. Which is why y’all ship them with their buddies, hell even the men they hate in canon! But never the black & brown girls in the series. Cause that’s just weird and wrong and she’s most likely in the way of their relationship.

That’s why it’s okay for you to wake up and start your day finding new ways to subtly refer to your whiteness in your x reader fics. Fics that you hound people to reblog and spread so you’ll get a wider audience. But then again, the bigger your blog, the more white people you’ll have to send after poc creators for calling you out.

They only love racist white girls!

Characters that are written as these insanely strong men suddenly become so mean-spirited and disgusted at the thought of dating anyone with fat on them. All that strength they’ve built up disappears at the mention of a fat girl liking them. It’s impossible to imagine Toji Fushiguro lifting a fat girl, Ken Ryuguji is now as strong as an infant. Bruce Wayne has trained to lift thousands of pounds but can’t possibly pick up a fat girl who loves Batman.

No no, they’re only able to use all that strength to hold their skinny white girls like babies. Not wanting their tiny white feet to touch the ground for a second, or else they become dirty. These men gained that strength, not to protect the world or destroy it, but to make their skinny girls feel so small and dainty in their presence. To protect their skinny white girls from the delusional fat girls who are jealous of them and can’t understand that they’re not desirable until they lose weight.

They only love skinny white girls!

My point is more than clear but I’m going to say it again. It’s mind-boggling that plenty of y’all go out of your way to say people don’t belong or can’t have fun in fandom spaces. All because they’re not white or skinny. Truly believing that a hateful piece of shit gets to decide who’s more deserving to write or fantasize about imaginary characters that wouldn’t even like you based on canon material.

You feel so entitled to make skinny white people the default that you harass and dog-pile people just for making their own spaces. Reminding people that unless they’re white and skinny, they can’t enjoy shit. All to be “chosen” by a fictional 2D character.

Go to hell. Don’t pass go, y’all are disgusting human beings.

[astoldbyaja]

Balance -JJK AU-

Single dad Toji never makes good decisions which leaves him and his two toddlers homeless.

Bee believes in universal balance and to repay a past good gesture from the older Fushiguro she just randomly invites the three to stay in her apartment.

I always believed in balance, doing what is needed to maintain the natural order of the universe. Good with good, bad with bad, bad with good or good with bad. Whatever must be done to keep the balance. I always preferred the good with good, because good things come back around to me in some way, shape or form.

The name’s Beatrice Love, call me Bee. I loved a world of solitude. I realized this when I had turned twenty-two. I’m close to thirty and I was tired of being hounded about my bachelorette life.

“Father, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m okay on my own.” I replied on the phone.

“But living in Tokyo? It’s so… loud there!” my dad replied. I smiled.

“It’s peaceful to me.” I replied.

“But Beatrice, you need a man or at least a weapon to protect yourself. I don’t like you being so far away from the family by yourself.” he protested with a scowl probably.

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I promise. I must go. Say hi to stepmommy for me. Love you.” I replied.

“Love you too darling.” he said.

“Hey baby why don’t you come and hang out with us.” a scaly voice said as two men stood in front of me in the parking lot of the grocery store, stopping me from getting to my car. I gripped my bags tight.

“No.” I replied.

“Aw come on sweetheart, we don’t bite… hard.” the other man mocked. I scoffed and just remained glaring. The two men looked to be up to no good, piercings in their faces to look more intimidating and tattoos on their necks.

“I’m not interested.” I replied mentally hyping myself up to prepare for some type of altercation.

If they get violent, better be prepared to do whatever is needed.

However, a large hulking figure was walking past us, a man in a black tight shirt and white pants bumps one of the dudes, quickly catching their attention. This man was intimidating as he didn’t even bother to acknowledge the situation before us. In his large hand was a small bag of what looked like a cup of noodles.

“Hey, watch where you’re going asshole!” one of the men said. The stranger laughed almost as if amused.

“Hey something funny!” the other guy asked, now both their attention was on the giant.

“Yeah, staring at you two losers who don’t know how to not block a path is pretty comical.” the man said sarcastically, and I tilted my head watching as the two men now decided to give this man all the attention, going so far as to follow him.

I took this time to get my keys and move into my car. Before I could even close the door, I could hear yelling and commotion. I turned and saw the two men flat on their backs, unconscious. I was perplexed as I looked at the man who continued walking rotating his left arm now.

These men had bad intentions, and this stranger took their attention off of me so that I could safely get into my car. I needed to thank him or do something.

I put my stuff down on my seat floor before leaning up to step out of my car and find the man. However, he was gone. That was the first encounter with Toji Fushiguro.

I told myself if I ever saw him again, I would repay the favor somehow of him helping me out. Maybe I’ll treat him to lunch or something. Or if he’s not interested at all, a simple thank you would suffice I’d hope.

Who would have thought I’d see him exactly a week later. I was driving to my apartments parking garage, a violent storm was starting to roll in, thunder booming loudly. As I walked down the block, I noticed a large figure at the bus stop with two smaller figures. I blinked a few times tilting my head to get a better look at the figures.

It was a man, and two small kids huddled together beneath a big blanket. They were taking shelter from the upcoming storm. I looked both way before crossing the street over toward the bus stop and peaked my head in.

“Um, hello.” I replied.

“We’re allowed to be here; we ain’t leaving, you got a problem with it then I’ll be more than happy to help you solve it!” the man blurted violently finally. It sounded like he was expecting me to yell at him or show disapproval for them being here. I was taken aback by the aggression before the man finally pulled the blanket off his head revealing a familiar side profile before looking at me. Glaring green eyes connected to brown orbs and he seemed stunned by the sight of me. He had a slight cut over the corner of his mouth, and I glanced down at the two small heads that poked out from the blanket. A little boy with black hair who looked just like the older man and a little brunette-haired girl who looked at me with a stubborn pout. However, as the two children looked at me, they seemed mesmerized and stunned by me.

I wondered how many black women they have seen.

“Are you… waiting for the bus?” I asked. I noticed the man’s arms wrapped around the two children and he glared at me with distrust.

“Does it look like we’re waiting for the bus?” he snapped sharply. A jolt of lightning shot across the sky followed by a monstrous roll of thunder that made the two children whimper and hide in their father’s arms. I could hear the defense in the man’s tone, hell his entire body language was showing he was on edge. I looked down wondering what to do in this moment before looking up at him.

“I have a two-bedroom apartment very close to here. Would you like to rest there?” I asked.

A quick flash of surprise shot across the man’s face.

Ten minutes later, I was unlocking my door and stepping inside. My apartment was one that was always cozy. The man’s name is Toji, his daughter is Tsumiki and the younger boy is Megumi who clung to his daddy’s neck as they entered my home. Their eyes roamed the place, Toji’s more than his kids. I removed my flats and turned to him after placing my purse on my marble white bar. Toji was carrying his son and holding his daughter’s hand, and I noticed the backpacks on all their backs.

“Come I will show you your room and then the bathroom where you all can get cleaned up.” I replied and moved down the hall in the back. Toji followed, the distrust still in his eyes.

“Daddy where are we?” Megumi asked.

“We’re just stopping somewhere to get cleaned up.” he said in a much softer tone. I opened the door on my left where my guest bedroom was. Inside was a king size bed with a black comforter and white thinner sheet below with a closet on the opposite side and a nightstand on either side of the bed.

“Here you three can sleep.” I said. Toji leaned his head in and examined the room a bit, as if making sure it was safe. I just smiled politely then moved to the door on the opposite side of the bedroom.

I opened the bathroom door which showed a garden tub and large shower. The sink was wide with a massive mirror that could show at least four people’s reflection. In the back was a large walk-in closet.

“There are towels in that closet there and soap under the sink. If you have any dirty clothes, you can put them in that hamper, and I’ll wash them.” I told. Toji’s eyes followed my fingers to each location.

“I’ll go fix something to eat-”

“Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of this?” he asked looking at me with a suspicious glare. I shook my head.

“I merely wish to return the favor.” I said before nodding at him. He looked heavily confused. “Please make yourself at home.”

I turned and moved down the hall and over to a door we had passed earlier. It was the master bedroom, my room. I removed my necklace and earrings, but kept my hair pinned up. Now the sound of heavy rain began to attack the complex and I looked out my window to see the dark skies. I’m still for a second and quiet as I finally hear the bathtub running.

“Okay let’s get you guys cleaned up.” I hear Toji sigh. I smile and move from my room and enter the kitchen. I take out some ingredients and a pot and begin to make chicken, beef, rice and vegetables.

“Megumi stop splashing your sister.” Toji says sternly. I peak over the hall noticing the hamper outside with clothes in them. I smiled and approached noticing the large set of clothes in there. I didn’t question it nad began to pick up the hamper.

“This tub is huge daddy!” I hear Tsumiki said.

“Yeah, it is.” Toji replies. Once the clothes are in the wash and the table is set, I hear different footsteps approaching and I turn to see the three in more casual looking clothes, pajamas really. I noticed their eyes all darted toward the table and the children’s eyes widened. I smiled setting down some plates and some juice.

“Please help yourself. I hope the bath was to your liking.” I said. Toji led the kids to my table and sat them down the chairs. He handed them their plates and let them scoop however much food they wanted. Toji and I sat across from each other and he watched me closely as I just smiled. Megumi would scoop some rice onto his place and move to get another scoop, before hesitating and looking at me with worry. I smiled more.

“Go ahead.” I replied. His eyes sparkled and he looked at his dad who nodded giving a tired smile before moving to get more food. Once their plates were filled, I moved to pour them both a cup of juice.

“Thank you!” they said in unison.

“You’re welcome.” I said and looked at Toji who looked at me. He motioned toward my plate.

“Go ahead.” he said. I shook my head.

“You are my guest. Guests always get served first.” I announced and I could tell he was trying to study my face, figure out what my true intentions are if there was any before filling his plate. His kids were eating quietly smiling big at the flavors that hit their tongues.

“Wow, Ms. Bee this food is really good!” Tsumiki blurted. I gave a soft chuckle finally fixing my plate.

“I’m glad you like it!” I replied eating quietly and looking at Toji who was understandably tense.

“Looks like the rain’s gonna go all night. When it lets up in the morning we’ll be out of your hair.” he replied. I hummed as I chewed my food.

“If that is your desire. You and your littles are free to come and go as much as you’d like.” I replied. The children’s eyes dazzled with happiness before looking at their dad who didn’t trust it. His scowl said it all.

“And why would you be so kind?” he asked. I continued eating enjoying the delicious flavor of my food.

“It never hurts to be kind.” I said.

“Kinda stupid to let some strangers into your nice place don’t you think?” he asked. I nodded casually.

“Of course. If you planned to do anything malicious, we’ll worry about that bridge when we come to it.” I said with a smile. I wondered if his kids were in school or anything, but I was sure I wouldn’t get an answer on it. Toji eyed me some more before moving to down his cup of juice.

“Ms. Bee, can I have some more food please?” Tsumiki asked almost shyly. I smiled at her and nodded.

“Of course.” I replied, and she smiled and took some more food. Once the three were full, I cut on my TV in the living room and watched as the kids were curled up in my fleece blanket on the couch together. Toji was taking a phone call down the hall but was making sure he could see me, and I could see him. I was cleaning up the table.

“Yeah, I can take the job. Don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine.” I hear him say, as I washed the plates. I hear his footsteps approach, and he moved to pick up the plates of food from the table.

“If you’d like I can pack those up in containers for you.” I offered. Toji looked me some with a wince before looking at the food.

“No, you should keep it…” he said. “Did you really mean we can come and go as long as we want?” I nodded placing the dishes in the strainer.

“As long as it’s just you three.” I replied of which he immediately nodded.

“It will be… look I’ve never made the best decisions in life, and the last decision I made, caused me and my kids to be out on the street. Their moms are not in the picture… I do odd jobs, and they pay well. If you’ll allow my kids to stay here, while I work, I’ll pay for the room and board.” he said rubbing the back of his head now.

“That won’t be necessary.” I replied.

“What?” he asked confused.

“You and your children can stay in that guest room as long as you need to. I will provide food and whatever else is needed until you feel ready to leave.” I said.

“Why would you do all of this for a couple of strangers?” he asked. I could tell his brain was on the frits.

“You helped me, and this is how I am repaying the favor.” I replied.

“What, when did I help you?” he asked completely clueless.

“Last week when those men were bothering me. You took care of them. Now as a thank you I am taking care of you and your children.” I replied. I wiped my hands on my kitchen towel seeing Toji shook his head.

“That was hardly a gesture big enough for you to let us in your home.” he said. I shrugged.

“A kindness for a kindness. Balance.” I replied with a smile taking the plate of food and packaging it all up and placing it in the fridge. “Feel free to eat this when you get hungry.” I replied. As it got darker, Toji was the only one watching TV with his kids curled up under each arm. I was turning off my kitchen light noticing he was standing up with both kids in his hands.

Tsumiki muttered some.

“Daddy, do we have to go back to the bus station now?” she asked, voice dripping with sleep. Toji smiled warmly at her, glancing at me as I tucked one of the kitchen chairs in.

“No. We’re going to stay here tonight with daddy’s friend.” he said. I quietly followed him to the guest room and wished him a good night after he tucked his children into the bed. Immediately, their bodies seemed to relax as they curled up beneath the warm blankets. I turned to leave.

“Bee.” Toji said lowly approaching the doorway. I stopped and looked at him ready to accommodate anything he needed.

“Megumi can sometimes get a little scared of the dark. Could you leave the hall light on, and I’ll crack the door. If that’s not too much to ask!” he said lowly, and I just smiled sweetly and shook my head.

“Of course.” I replied cutting on the light in the hallway before looking at him and nodding. I moved to my own room now.

“Bee.” Toji said again and I looked at him curiously to see him looking down with what looked like embarrassment.

“Thank you.” he said, and I nodded

“Of course.” I replied before separating into my room.

The next morning, and the numerous mornings after, I would get up, make breakfast for everyone and we’d eat together. Toji was worried about leaving his kids here and made it very clear he was not someone to take advantage of nor were his kids.

We set boundaries immediately. I wasn’t to question him about his work no matter what I saw when he’d come back to my apartment. I was not to discipline his kids, but they were to listen to me and help around the apartment if I needed it. If there was anything he or I needed while he was out, he asked me to wait until he got home so we could both go out together with the kids.

They kept the guest room as clean as they could, and I let the kids watch TV and ask me questions. They had stuffed animals which they clung to the moment their dad left for work.

 Sometimes Toji would take his kids out and ask if I wanted to accompany them to the store. I didn’t mind the company so sometimes I would go with them so they could pick out what foods and clothes they liked.

“Daddy, can I get this shirt?” Megumi asked and Toji’s first reaction was to look at the price tag and think for a moment.

“Sure bud.” he said throwing the shirt in the cart.

“So, Bee, what is it you do for work?” he asked. Oh, how was I to answer that?

“I work my own odd jobs.” I said and after we both shared a look to each other, he just nodded.

“Understood.” he said. We swapped numbers so we could keep each other updated on his kids. One day Toji was gone and did not come home, but he reached out and let me know his job would have him away from home for three days. I told him it was fine.

On the third evening, after I put the kids to bed, there was a knock on the door. I was familiar with the two patterns, but still checked the peephole. It was Toji. I opened the door and froze noticing the blood stains on his shirt and pants and we just stared at each other for a moment. He was gauging what I would do with the first time seeing this and I just looked him over. What would I do in this moment? I stepped back quietly, and he walked in, eyes not leaving mine as I closed the door and locked it.

I just stood there in my floral lace gown, and I just nodded quietly.

“You want to wash them, or would you like me to wash them?” I asked lowly. He let out a low sigh and looked down.

“No, I’ll do it. How were they?” he asked motioning toward the room. I nodded gently.

“They were good. You sound exhausted. There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.” I said gently and he nodded.

“Thanks.” he said and I smiled and moved around him. However, I feel his hand take my wrist quickly and I pause looking at him curiously. He wasn’t looking at me, more so looking at the floor with a gentle stare.

“Bee… if we’re overstepping our welcome, you’d tell me, right?” he asked. I blinked confusedly before nodding.

“Of course, Toji.” I replied. He nodded slowly and released my hand. The spot around my wrist felt cold as the warmth of his hand left me. I returned to my room and entered my bathroom noticing the slight ring of red around my wrist. I winced wondering whose blood this was. After showering I made my way back to my bedroom. I crawled under my blankets and just listened to all the noise outside my room.

I was so used to silence, but even the introduction of new noise did not disturb me. I could hear Toji’s heavy footsteps all about and I just closed my eyes letting the noises lull me to sleep. However, I could hear the doorhandle of my room open, and I assumed it was maybe Megumi or Tsumiki. However, when the door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly entered my room I slowly opened my eyes and look down.

Standing there in boxers and a tank was Toji. Quietly, I sat up and yawn.

“What is it?” I asked noticing the somewhat dark look on Toji’s face as he watched me. He closed the door and took a step closer to the foot of my bed and I watched as he began to remove his tank and then slowly play with the hem of his boxers until he finally pulled them down, semi erect cock pointing at me. I was a bit taken back by the sudden action. “Toji, what the hell are you doing?” He let out a low grunt.

“You’ve done a lot for me and my kids. They’re happy- happier than I’ve ever seen in a while, so I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them happy and safe with a roof over their heads and food in their stomach. You’re obviously alone and so I figure we can help each other out. Besides it’s a way I can return the favor to you for what you’ve done for us.” he said his hand airlessly moving to palm his own cock to further get it to harden. I watched him for a moment thinking about his words. That is not how the balance works!

“Yeeeaaahh no.” I said blankly.

[ohfools]

SHIP BIAS LIST. UNDER THE CUT IS A LIST OF MY MUSES AND THE ROMANTIC SHIPS I LIKE FOR THEM. SHIPPING IS NOT LIMITED TO THIS LIST.

ALEX BENEDETTO: nicolas brown, worick arcangelo.

ANAN KUROSE: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, nemuri kayama, emi fukukado, ectoplasm, snipe, mr. compress, twice, hound dog, vlad king, tensei iida, all might

BIG SIS MAGNE: giran, twice, dabi, mr. compress, kurogiri

BOA HANCOCK: buggy, mihawk, shanks, jimbei, franky, crocodile, nico robin

BUGGY: shanks, mihawk, boa hancock, crocodile

EMI FUKUKADO: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, nemuri kayama, rumi usagiyama, all might, mr. compress, mt lady, kamui woods, twice, hawks, tensei iida, hound dog, vlad king

HIMIKO TOGA: ochako uraraka

JUVIA LOCKSER: grey fullbuster, lucy heartfilia, gajeel redfox, natsu dragneel, lyon vastia

KALIFA: nami, sanji, paulie, kaku, iceburg, franky

LADY TAMAYO: yushiro, muzan

LUCY HEARTFILIA: natsu dragneel, grey fullbuster, erza scarlet, juvia lockser, levy mcgarden, laxus dreyar, leo/loke, cana alberona

LUST: roy mustang, riza hawkeye, jean havoc, scar, olivier armstrong

MITSURI KANROJI: obanai iguro, giyuu tomioka, shinobu kocho, sanemi shinazugawa, gyomei himejima, tengen uzui, rengoku kyojuro

MIRAJANE STRAUSS: laxus dreyar, freed justine, erza scarlet, gray fullbuster, natsu dragneel, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, bickslow, evergreen

NEMURI KAYAMA: shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, rumi usagiyama, all might, mt lady, kamui woods, tensei iida, emi fukukado, kurogiri, stain, hound dog, vlad king

NICO ROBIN: franky, zoro, sanji, nami, boa, rob lucci

REIJU VINSMOKE: tashigi, zoro, franky

SHEGO: hawks, dabi, shigaraki, spinner, twice, mr compress, giran

SHURA KIRIGAKURE: mephisto, arthur a angel

TASHIGI: zoro, smoker, reiju, sanji

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: spinner, dabi, natsuo

UTAHIME IORI: gojo, geto, yuki, shoko, nanami

VIOLA: corazon, doflamingo, crocodile, shanks, sanji

YAMATO: zoro, sanji, ace, robin, nami, usopp, franky

YUKI TSUKUMO: choso, gojo, geto, toji, nanami, shoko, utahime

TEST MUSES.

EMPORIO IVANKOV: monkey d. dragon, inazuma

ERZA SCARLET: jellal fernandes, mirajane strauss, gray fullbuster, laxus dreyar, evergreen, freed justine

FUYUMI TODOROKI: hawks, mirko, mt. lady, fatgum

INKO MIDORIYA: all might, aizawa

KANAE KOCHO: sanemi, gyomei

LADY TSUNADE: jiraiya, orochimaru

MANAMI AIBA: gentle criminal

MANAMI SUDA: geto

MISA AMANE: L

RYUKO TSUCHIKAWA: ragdoll, mandalay, tiger, ms. joke, fatgum, mirko, present mic

SAKURA HARUNO: sasuke, naruto, hinata, gaara, rock lee

SHINO SOSAKI: ragdoll, pixie bob, tiger, aizawa

TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU: mirko, hawks, ms. joke, midnight, thirteen, rappa, tiger, ragdoll, pixie bob

TOMOKO SHIRETOKO: pixie bob, mandalay, tiger, tensei iida, fatgum, mirko, hawks, present mic

YAWARA CHATORA: ragdoll, mandalay, pixie bob, aizawa, vlad king, hound dog, fatgum, present mic

[dollfacefantasy]

WIP TAG GAME ♡

rules: list the names/titles of docs in your wip folder & open your inbox to asks about them!

thank you @rigorwhoring for tagging me <33

i have like way too many so i just picked my favs, and only some have real titles cause otherwise i wait till the last second 😇

logan howlett: 🝮 i wanna be yours pt. 2 - logan howlett x fem!reader

🝮 lucky charm - logan howlett x fem!reader

🝮 kick back and relax - logan howlett x fem!reader

🝮 i'll make it feel like the first time - logan howlett x fem!reader

🝮 we can't be friends - logan howlett x fem!reader

resident evil: 🝮 and i want it all - leon kennedy x fem!reader

🝮 pound puppy - resident evil men x fem!reader

🝮 room for one more part 2 - chris redfield x fem!reader x leon kennedy

🝮 needy girl part 2 - leon kennedy x fem!reader

jujutsu kaisen: 🝮 on a short leash - satoru gojo x puppy-hybrid!fem!reader

🝮 arranged marriage gojo

🝮 satosugu hybrid freaktacular

🝮 mma toji & gojo

🝮 pornstars toji & gojo

🝮 so this isn't just puppy love part 2

🝮 lost in the fire - yakuza!sukuna x reader

twd: 🝮 good cop, bad cop - rick grimes x fem!reader x shane walsh

🝮 like i always say - (HUMILIATING cause the doc has no notes and i don't remember what it was)

🝮 wedding ring drabble - rick grimes x fem!reader

others: 🝮 collared & leashed (not clickbait) - billy butcher x fem!reader

🝮 dry humping woowee - jason todd x fem!reader

🝮 undone - jason todd x fem!reader

tags (no pressure obvi): @explorevenus @gigabyte-flare @nexysworld @gor3-hound @lottiies

[sonik-kun]

I feel a level of accountability needs to be had amongst certain wangxian stans, particularly in regards to how some of them make us JC fans feel and have us reluctant to engage with the mainstream part of the fandom due endless hounding and bullying..

Yes, for Twitter users, this is about that one poll that is going around and the conversations I've seen amongst moots about the poll..

After reading what I've read this week.. I just need to get something off my chest about how icky this fandom is sometimes and how it has us JC fans feeling all the time. So bear with me whilst I rant. It's a lot to unpack, but it has to be said.. So here I go..

So for those who dont know, there's this poll going around on twitter for best DILF/MILF.. Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji both happen to be in that poll.

To both the surprise and excitement of us JC fans, JC is doing well.. However.. So is LWJ.. and so, of course, the possibility of them two coming head to head hangs over us..

And now, in the semi-finals, JC is up against Toji from JJK, LWJ is up against Loid from Spy x Family. It seems LWJ is going to win his.. and JC fans, as a result.. Have felt the need to step away and let Toji take the win.. In fear of backlash and what's to come for our fanbase, if LWJ and JC were to face each other in the finals..

Throughout the entire tournament, we already saw a few nasty remarks from these antis, rearing their ugly heads. So we could only imagine what it would be like should the two be put up against each other.

The fact that we as a fanbase feel the need to let another character win so our favourite doesn't recieve any backlash is both upsetting and really telling of what this fandom has been reduced to.

The fact of the matter is, it shouldn't have to be this way. Us JC fans shouldn't have to be afraid to vote for our favourite character, to see him do well and win and to enter his name or his ships into other tournaments. We should be able to enjoy ourselves and have fun, free of any fandom drama and bullying. The same freedom wangxian fans get to enjoy.

I know it's just a twitter poll, and it doesn't really mean anything, but.. It's just so disheartening seeing your moots feel that way about a character they should be allowed to enjoy.. Honestly, the whole thing has just left a bad taste in my mouth.. I wasn't really a fan of LWJ due to some of his fanbase.. But the nasty attitudes I've seen in this poll, amongst many, have only further solidified that stance..

To the kind and normal wangxian fans out there, I am sorry if you are reading this. I'm not tarring you with this lot. But I hope you all understand that this is the position of most JC fans rn. We do not trust most of you because, unfortunately, the toxic but very vocal minority speaks the loudest.

It really is ruining the whole fandom experience and making MDZS look like a joke and I think that is a conversation that needs to be had.

JC fans aren't the only ones who feel this way. Anyone outside of Wangxian feels very alienated by some of the fans of the main ship.

As a result, a lot of us are afraid to enjoy our characters the same way wangxian fans do.

No Wangxian fan would ever feel afraid to enter their fave into a mainstream poll, and rightfully so. So why should we feel afraid? Why can't we enjoy our characters the same way?

Sorry, this is all mostly me rambling, but.. I just couldn't sit there and not address all the ick.. Especially whilst I was having so much fun, seeing JC doing so well and my moots being so happy as a result..

Note: Just to make it clear, in case I haven't already, I'm not upset with the JC fans who chose to no longer vote for JC towards the end of the tournament. Giving all the bullying and backlash we receive, I can see why you wouldn't want him to win for that reason. A part of me felt the same way, too. I just wish it didn't have to be that way.. It just sucks to see that some people can't behave and let others have their fun :(

[alumirp]

Hound and Witch/Panter&Witch/ Witch and…Monkey?!

"Good morning!"

As always, his greeting was ignored.

Living in a tiny, run-down apartment, next to a grumpy and silent neighbor, working in an unreliable and dangerous job, Hatake Kakashi is a man with smiling eyes, but a face hidden by a mask. With an equally mysterious past, the only small joy in his life is being constantly ignored by his handsome, surly neighbor, but when said past comes looking for him, this handsome neighbor, who is actually a witch(?!), finds himself becomes Kakashi's only salvation

…..

"Good morning~"

Once again, Toji ignored that annoying sound.

Born into a family of ancient magic and old money, Toji could smell a witch or a familiar from miles away without even thinking about it. And while the bastards' organs were worth a lot, the boy next door was decent and cute, despite being annoying, so he didn't see the need to kill him just yet. It didn't mean that Toji wanted to have any connection with the witch… None other than constantly stopping the boy from killing himself or setting the building on fire or simply compacting the entire city into a golf ball, because apparently the brat, a vat Inexhaustible of mana and potential, has no idea what a witch is.

….

As a witch, Law knew the dangers that surrounded him. People would kill him for his organs and blood and enslave him for his magic. Thus, he lived in virtual seclusion, avoiding new people, barely speaking to those he already knew while trying to maintain a semblance of normality by working as a surgeon in a hospital. Things change when a boy appears on his operating table, but not an ordinary boy. Monkey D Luffy was a familiar who had apparently failed to protect his witch, his own older brother, from hunters. Logically speaking, Law shouldn't be interested in him, but it just felt…right.

(this is old lol. very obviously inspired by

Witch & Cat

by Yodaka Kuroi. I love this manga, it's amazing and it helps that the MC looks like Toji ~ I'm not into the Tojigo vibe anymore, but at the time, I thought it looked perfect for both of them. Also, Kakashi and Iruka would also fit in, so I wrote them both. But recently, I thought about how much fun Law and Luffy would be in this scenario.)