#but especially when he gets to wild out and do pop references

[dilfth1rster]

I was wondering if you could do some smutty head cannons about Dean Winchester

Hi anon this is my first head canon like this, hope you enjoy it and if you want to further explore it, you know where to send me a request:)

Let's start with Dean is definitely a kinkyyyy himbo...

He's very dirty minded, any conversation that sparks as something a little sexual is like poking a bear with a stick. You never know what can trigger him.

I surely see him as both a dom and sub depending on a situation and or his mood. He doesn't see gender and would fuck anyone.

Nice chick in shorts a little too revealing? ... Yeah he would definitely try to hit that.

An older guy that gets a little too touchy after a couple of beers? Dean, umm- WOULD!

As of what he's into, it's a damn wide spectrum.

Starting with dress up... He loves that damn wild west cowboy shit. He loves getting in his cowboy boots and hat and a fringy jacket which also activates a dominant confident side in him.

He loves dominating and being dominated.

VERYYYY verbal whether it be about how nicely his big cock slides into you or how he degrades you and calls you his dirty cumwhore OR- how he pants in your ear while ramming into your ass with a speed of lightning.

He can NEVER decline a blowjob, he loves that shit. With him, it's more of a deepthroat or a "skullfuck" because he'd be holding you down on his wide 7 inches till u smelled the musky trimmed bush of his and later on definitely got lightheaded...

While I already mentioned his musk, I must add that his usual body smell is sweat mixed with a strong woodsy cologne and "leftover" whisky.

Dean appreciates when a lady shaves down there but he's a wild one for a hairy cunt as well as a bushy, hairy guy.

Loves high heels and "girly" accessories especially pink ones.

Is not scared nor intimidated by being called or referring to himself as Daddy.

Knows you're obsessed with his hands and loves helping you get wet by putting his chubby fingers in your mouth/throat.

DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES RISKY/OUTDOOR SEX!!!!!!! (includes public places such as dirty bar restroom which leads me to another thing that is...)

Unprotected sex. He's not friends with condoms, loves breeding you, and seeing his cum ooze out of you... and he CUMS A LOT.

He also loves getting bred by older guys(daddy issues I guess).

If you're okay with it:

He's definitely into watersports. Would love to piss on you, in his words "mark" you as his and degrade you.

Slap and choke you around(a little manhandling never hurt nobody huh?)

Make you worship his boots as a sign of your ultimate submission.

(let me include an image because it's getting hot in here...)

If it's longer than a one night stand he'd definitely want to cuckold you and make you watch as he breeds and destroys another young chick he met at the bar and brought to the motel room. Maybe if you're nice enough and behave he'll let you lick the juices off his cock after?

This man got a thing for piercings, belly button one that pops out from under your top, lip piercing or ESPECIALLY tongue and tits pierced... GOD DAMN!

Sex with him is usually fast paced(I say usually because from time to time it's not fast, IT'S DAMN RAPID)

SO... CUM-

we estabilished that mans got a breeding kink but well- Dean also loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow his sweet, chunky load, as well as painting your whole face in his seed.

If he's titty-fucking you he can explode directly on them.

If he's with a guy he enjoys getting bred and getting his face painted.

OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT-

This guy is a goddamn foodie, he loves to eat his sweet treats like the well known pie and such... he also loves to incorporate that into sex...

making you eat the pie he just came on or stuffing pieces of it into your pussy and eating you and IT out :)

Well- I think that's it for now. I'd love to further explore some of the aspect with you all, so if you got any questions or ideas, write away in the requests in my bio :)

(I'm a new writer so if you could like and reshare or leave a comment with your thoughts I'd really appreciate that)

#dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fanfic #deanwinchester blurb #dean winchester headcanon #dean winchester x reader #supernatural smut #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles headcanon #jensen ackles x reader #smut #male smut

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night (Steddie X You)

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"- Dracula

A/N: "I present to you...this fucking thing." Lol always the TikTok that comes into my head when I try something new. I had started doing like a camboy Steddie thing but I struggled a lot with it and the feelings I wanted to convey. While listening to a song, this idea popped into my head so... I hope you enjoy it!

For the first half, everyone is referred to by their screen names.

Eddie is Dracula.

Steve is Renfield

Reader is Mina

I also set it in 2005 when things like streaming were relatively new and cameras weren't 100% clear.

Warnings: Camboys Steddie (Vampire Eddie and Human Steve) X Human Fem Reader, SMUT of the Steddie variety, Daddy kink (because im me lol), choking, biting. ANGST, blood is mentioned mostly from Eddie feeding, the reader has an abusive boyfriend so Domestic Violence Trigger, Eddie defends her and both boys take care of her. I think that's it.

Word Count: 4046

InnocentLittleMina: Hey sexy boys.

You grinned at your computer screen when you saw the long-haired boy smirk under his mane of hair.

“Hey, honey. How are you tonight?”, the other man smiled lovingly into the camera.

InnocentLittleMina: I���m alright. Can’t complain. What about you?

“I’m ok. As you can see Dracula is a little grumpy.”, he teases. 

“I’m hungry.”, he growls making you giggle. 

When you first saw these boys known only as Dracula and Renfield, you were drawn to them immediately. There was something about them that was not only attractive but confident as hell and it drove you wild. People around town talked about them constantly which was interesting since Los Angeles was a huge city. In 2005, there weren’t many people streaming, let alone broadcasting the content they were. 

 Everyone including police tried to track them down but never could. Their website itself was fairly generic but that’s not what their fans cared about. What they cared about was the content these two provided. 

The man known as Dracula would feed of off the other man known as Renfield and nine times out of ten it led to something sexual. The first time you heard Renfield moan, your pussy clenched around nothing. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Not many of their fans stayed after they finished but you always did, loving the way Dracula took care of Renfield after. They seemed to genuinely care about each other and that was something you appreciated. 

When you created your account you hoped it would get their attention and as luck would have it, it did especially since a lot of the female fans that watched them named their accounts after the character Lucy always believing that was the girl Dracula fell for. 

After a few months of back and forth, you actually came to know them as friends. Dracula didn’t talk as much as his friend but he did chime in where necessary and played his guitar for you once or twice making you swoon. Renfield always asked about your day and told you things about their time away from the computer but you couldn’t help but feel like they were holding information back. 

You asked them constantly why they decided on this particular vampire style content and theme and every time they changed the subject. You asked once how they faked the blood that stained Renfield’s chest when they were done and they pretended like they didn’t hear you. You asked them for their real names and each time they said their screen ones making you sigh. 

To make up for being obtuse and hoping to distract you, Renfield offered you a job as their moderator and paid you fabulously for your time. Since they trusted you enough with their business, you met their kindness with one of your own by turning on your webcam and showing them your face. 

Dracula’s eyes had turned towards you, grinning at your beauty. 

“Pretty girl.”

“Very.”, Renfield agreed. 

It had been a few months since then and you were extremely fond of them both. 

InnocentLittleMina: Ok, well, you have your stream in a few minutes so… don’t get too hungry! You need and love him.

“I do.”, Dracula smiles.

“We’ll talk to you after, honey.”, Renfield winks and you watch as they get into their places on the bed behind them. 

***

A little sigh left your lips as both men removed their shirts. Dracula’s tattoos on his chest always had you entranced. You noticed the first time you watched them that they both had scars along their stomachs up to their necks but that was a question you knew better than to ask. Trauma like that was none of your business unless they chose to tell you. 

The stream began and you kept your eyes peeled as fans began pouring in. They never said a greeting nor even said hello. You figured part of it was because by this point Dracula’s eyes were black like a shark on the hunt and those contacts had to be killing him. 

Straddling Renfield’s waist, Dracula tenderly kissed the man’s neck before gripping his fluffy hair in his hand and tugging him back as he bit into his skin. Renfield’s palms promptly came around to cling to Dracula’s head as his eye’s rolled and he fell backwards onto the mattress. 

A heavy exhale escaped you at the sight, licking your tongue across your lips as his hips began grinding up against his own. 

“Fuck. That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”, Renfield moaned. 

Something happened. Dracula’s head abruptly shot up looking vacantly in the distance. 

“What? What’s wrong? Wh-What do you feel, honey?” He cooed underneath him as he ran his fingers across his cheek and moved some of his messy hair back. 

“Mina.”, he growled. 

That got your attention as you sat up straighter. They both swiveled their heads towards the computer before you heard heavy footsteps and immediately yanked the cord from the wall just as the door opened. 

“John! Hey. I-I didn’t think you’d be coming over tonight.”

“You say that like you’re not excited to see your boyfriend.”

“Pfft. No, baby, I am. You just scared me is all. H-How was your day?”

His stern blue eyes flicked towards your little pink razor phone by your end table as it continued to vibrate. The boys knew your number. You gave it to them when they hired you. 

Please don’t let him walk over there to see. 

“Are you going to get that?”

“No, baby. I want to talk to you. Tell me about your day. I missed you—”

“Answer. The phone. Y/N.”

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed he was making you answer a random call as you flipped it open. 

“Hello?”

“Mina?! Are you alright?!”

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong number.”

You can hear them arguing in the background, vaguely picking up tidbits as your boyfriend steps closer to you. 

“I can feel her. I know where she is! Something bad is about to happen to her!”

“NO! You can’t reveal yourself and bring her into our mess! She deserves to have a better life!”

“She won’t have a fucking life, Steve, if this fucker kills her!”

“I always knew I’d catch you cheating on me sooner or later. Give me the phone.”

“John, I’m not… I would never…”

“Give it to me NOW.”, he snarls. You do as he says and as soon as your device touches his palm, his free one flies across your face smacking you so hard you fall on to the mattress. “Whoever this is, what you have with my girl is over.”

The growl that came through your phone’s speaker scared even you as you heard it loud and clear from where you were. 

“You’re going to regret touching her. If I were you, little man, I would leave now.”

With that there was silence and John threw the phone across the wall hoping to smash it into pieces. You two began fighting each other but he was much stronger than you, getting a good hit to your eye making you dizzy.

The banging of the door caving in is loud and your eyes are half open when you see a blur fly into your room, tackling your boyfriend to the ground. You hear his screams but they sound so far away. After a few minutes, everything is silent again and your arms fly out defensively when a hand touches your side. 

“No! No please!”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Mina. I never would. Just hold on to me, ok?” You feel your body being lifted and you press your cheek against cold, bare skin. “Clasp your hands around my neck, sweetheart.”

After barely registering his command, you feel a sudden rush of wind and after a minute you find yourself being placed on a bed that isn’t yours. 

“Have you lost your fucking mind!? Killing someone and then bringing her here!?”

“How do you know I killed him?”

“Because I fucking know you!”

“Can you stop berating me and help her, please!?”

A much warmer hand tenderly moves your hair back as something wet is dragged across your face making you jump.

“Hey, hey now. Everything’s ok. I just need to clean your cuts here. Can you go get me some ice, please?” Wind lightly blows your hair back twice before you hear the pack slam into his hand. “Thank you. What, um, what was happening when you got there?”

“He was hitting her. I’ve felt his anger before but this was different.”

“So you did go hunting for her even though I told you a thousand times not to.”

“No.”, he snarled, voice deep with annoyance. “I can just…feel her. I don’t get it either ok?!”

“Oh wow.” The wet rag was replaced with the cool of the ice pack as the man’s voice beside you got louder. “You like her.”

“And you don’t? She’s beautiful, kind, funny—”

“Innocent.”

“Fuck. Off. Little boy. Or I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what? Finish that sentence, Dracula. I dare you.” The man scoffed as he focused his attention back on you. “Go clean up your fucking mess while I take care of her.”

There’s a whoosh of air and everything in the room stills. 

################

You woke up the next morning in utter confusion. You vaguely remembered your boyfriend being angry and attacking you but then…someone saved you. Turning to your side, you noticed you were at home in your room tucked safely under the covers. 

Carefully standing, you glance around the room to find nothing out of place except for your phone by your bed that was broken in half.

Loud knocking on the door, startled you before you power walked to see who it was before answering. Sighing, your best friend doesn’t even wait for you to fully open the door before she barges in.  

“Ma’am! I have been calling you all morning and your phone goes straight to voicemail! What’s going—“ She freezes when she sees your face. “Y/N! Oh my god! What happened?!”

“Nothing, Lilly. I’m fine. I just—”

“Fell? You always say that. Where is that fucker? Is he here? I’m going to kill him.”

Lilly stomps towards your bedroom and you quickly run after her but you’re not one percent sure why. Him being attacked was a dream you had, right?

“Hm. Well, next time I see him he’s dead. Jesus, looks like he destroyed your phone. Come on. Let’s go the store so we can get you a new one. Maybe one of those sleek shiny new ones with the screen you touch.”

“But I like my razor phone. It’s shiny enough.”, you smile as you change to go out into the world. 

***

As you amble around the phone store, you friend continues to babble about mundane things that you barely hear. What does catch your attention is a group of girls talking in the corner. Pretending to look at the devices in front of you, you slide closer to them as you listen in.

“Did you see their stream last night?”

“It started getting good but then Dracula disappeared to ‘save Mina’. Like are they kidding?”

“I hope they aren’t mixing plot with their sex-ca-pades.”

“Now if they want to add a Mina I think that’d be hot but don’t just cut a stream short like that!”

“Y/N! Did you find what you want?”, your friend practically shouts making you and everyone around jump. 

“Yes! Good God, Lilly. Lower your voice.”

“Aw. I love you to.”

***

Staring at your blank computer screen, you debated on even signing on. All the clues were telling you what happened last night was real but that can’t be, right? You had called John multiple times to no avail and even went to his house with no answer. Checking the message boards of their fan group, others were saying what the other group had said about them cutting mid-stream and Dracula abruptly vanishing. 

What happened?

“Hey, honey—Oh my god, Mina what happened?!”, Renfield asked as soon as you signed in. Dracula was sitting beside him, his arms folded as he starred off to the side. Turning on your mic, you decided you needed to know the truth. 

“I was going to ask you that.”

“Us? Why? The last time we saw you was before our stream.”

“Really? I could swear I heard Dracula’s voice in my house and then you two fighting while I was passed out.”

“Huh. A dream maybe? I mean, we’re pretty far from you.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

Your stern tone had Dracula turning to face the screen as Renfield sighed. 

“Far, Mina.”

“How would you know? I don’t even know your names let alone where you live.” You glare at your computer, feeling a confidence you had never felt before. “Did you kill John? Or hurt him?”

“Who cares what happened to that asshole? You deserve better.”, Dracula answers in a deep tone of his own that made you a little bit nervous but you ignored it as you pushed forward. 

“Again, how would you know? You never met him.”

“Don’t need to see him to see the damage he inflicts on you every time he comes over. Why do you put up with it, sweetheart? Because you think you deserve to be treated like trash?”

“How did you get here so fast? People are saying you disappeared after saying my name.”

“This was a mistake.”, Renfield whispers to the boy beside him.

“I’m not afraid of you…either of you. I just…I just want answers.”

Dracula’s eyes darken as he turns to Renfield. 

“No. No! Don’t you fucking—” 

Before he had finished his sentence, the long-haired boy was gone and you heard your front door open as a breeze hit your face. 

“You may not be afraid of us now, little one, but you will be.”

With that, he lifted you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and in the blink of an eye you were back in a room you vaguely remembered. 

##############

“Why am I even here? You never fucking listen to me!”, Renfield whined.

“Sit.”, Dracula commanded you as he pointed towards a chair. “Not a sound. Do you hear me?”

You nod completely frozen in fear at the speed of which he even brought you back to their house. 

“You to. Sit.”

“Fuck you. Are you kidding me right now? After everything we’ve done to avoid getting caught—”

The man choked on his words as a strong hand wrapped around his throat and walked him backwards towards the end of the bed.

“I’m not in the fucking mood to have this argument right now, Steven.”, Dracula growled angrily. “I didn’t get to finish eating last night and I’m starving.”

“You…you didn’t…eat her boyfriend. I’m…shocked.”

Your eyes widened at his audacity to talk back even in the position he was currently in. Plus, he always seemed so gentle so hearing him talk this way startled and excited you. 

Dracula’s eyes fluttered closed as he dropped Renfield who promptly gasped for air.

“Jesus Steve, if you could fucking smell what I smell you’d do anything for her to. You think she’s scared but she’s not. She’s turned on.”, he whispers as you watch him adjust himself in his jeans.

“Steve?” They both turn to look at you as you suddenly speak. “Renfield is Steve. W-Who are you, Dracula?”

The man can feel your heart beat slow as you find a sense of grounding in your current chaos. He wasn’t lying when he said he could feel you weren’t afraid but you were extremely confused, trying to make sense of a reality that they both had long accepted. 

“Eddie. My real name is Eddie.”

Your hand shakes as you point to your chest. “My name is Y/N.”

Something in their room beeps as they give each other their attention once again. 

“You’re insane if you think we’re streaming right now.”

Eddie points his finger at you once more as his voice deeply rumbles. 

“No noise. Not even a squeak.”

They get into a position you’ve seen numerous times but this time the energy is different. The man you now know as Steve clenches his jaw as he tilts his head to expose his neck. 

A ring laced hand reaches out to cup his cheek and turns his face towards his own as he leans his forehead on his. 

“Please don’t be this way. I need you.”, Eddie whispers. 

“Yeah. For this right? Because you sure as hell don’t listen or care about my opinion.”

As they murmur to each other, you imagine it’s too low for the mic to pick up but you can hear it and the pain in both their voice breaks your heart. The metalhead’s dark eyes flick towards the web cam before settling back on the man beside him. 

“I do, sweetheart. I care about you and what you have to say. It’s because of you I’m still here…I’m safe.”

Steve’s eyes flutter slightly as his admission as he blinks back tears. 

“I love you.”, he whispers as he kisses his forehead. 

“I love you to, baby. Come here. Let me take care of you to.”

Eddie tenderly pushed Steve back against the mattress, pulling down his sweats and boxers, and tossing them to the floor. When his cock sprang free, Eddie wasted no time, licking and kissing his tip before enveloping him fully into his mouth. 

“Fuck.”, Steve whimpered as he reached down to tangle his fingers in the boy’s messy hair. 

Lifting his head, he spit on the man’s dick and twisted his wrist as his palm smeared his saliva along his length. 

“Such a good boy for me always, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“Sometimes I can be a bad boy and not think.” While pumping his hand faster, Eddie leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “But Steve, you were right. I like her so fucking much. You can’t tell me you don’t want to make her moan. Taste that sweet pussy I smell practically dripping from here.”

Steve’s eyes turned to meet yours as he continued to speak. 

“Feel a beautiful woman’s tight cunt choke your dick again.”, Eddie tightened his fist as if to prove his point as he quickened his pace. “To have a girl in our lives again who isn’t afraid of us and makes us feel complete.”

Steve craned his neck back towards Eddie as he passionately kissed his lips. 

“Take what you need, honey, please.”

Unbuckling his belt, he pushed his jeans down enough to free his cock, and both men mewl as Eddie guides himself into his entrance. You couldn’t help when your hand slid between your shorts and you rubbed your clit. Their moans, Eddie’s passion as he thrust into him, and Steve’s tenderness when he clung to his back drove you wild. 

“Can—shit—can you hear it, baby? The sound her fingers between her legs.” Steve nodded as he waited for Eddie to truly take him. “Fuck, you feel so good. Are you ready?”

“Y-Yes, sir. I’m ready.”

From your angle you couldn’t see much of what happened next. Eddie’s head tilted slightly and Steve’s entire body arched as he held the man closer to him. The metalhead’s pace quickened as he slammed his hips into his partners.

“J-Just like that, Daddy, fuck.”

Eddie grunted as one of his hands came up to cup the boy’s cheek as if to hold him still as he sucked on his neck. Steve shuddered as his eye’s rolled and he came. Eddie’s own rhythm faltered just enough as his grip tightened on his boyfriend’s hair and released his seed inside of him. 

Steve became limp as the man above him continued to roll his hips till he had given him everything he had and came off his neck with a loud syrupy smack. Your own body trembled as you came, covering your mouth as to not give yourself away. 

Eddie crawled down the man’s frame as he headed for the opposite corner of their room to the mini fridge where he grabbed two water bottles and a power bar. Normally, they left the cameras on to show the aftercare but this time, he sauntered towards his computer and promptly ended the stream. 

After handing a bottle to you without looking your way, he immediately focused on Steve. 

“Sit up, sweetheart. There we go. Here eat this for me ok?”, he coos as he hands him his snack before leaning under the bed and producing a first aid kit. You watched with studious eyes as Eddie grabbed a rag and cleaned the blood from his neck while Steve daintily nibbled on the bar in his hands. “Good boy. Drink some water.” His fingers tenderly pushed back some of the boy’s hair as he kissed his shoulder. 

“S-S-So, this is real. You’re really a vampire?”

He heavily sighs as he looks your way. “I am.”

“And what is Steve?”

“My boyfriend. He…he takes care of me.”

“How? What? I…I have so many questions.”

“Tomorrow, little one. He won’t be back to 100% for another few hours and even then he’s had a long couple of days. Here. Let me take you home.”

“NO! I mean…please. May I stay?”

“Um, yeah sure. I don’t see why not. Let me see if we have any clean spare sheets for that guest bedroom we have.”

Once he leaves, you sit by Steve’s side and glance over the wound on his neck. 

“He should really cover these up since they’re kind of deep.”

“Pfft. They’ll be gone by tomorrow. Eddie uses vampire voodoo whatever he can to make sure he doesn’t leave a scar. As you noticed, honey, we have enough.”, he giggles. “He’s right you know. You are very beautiful. I’ve always thought so.” You softly smile as his palm lazily comes up to trace your now black eye from yesterday. 

“Fucking asshole. He’s lucky I can’t run in the blink of an eye.”

“Steve, sweetie, why don’t you lay back?”, you grin as he limply nods and scoots his head up towards the pillows. 

“Y/N. I have to keep saying it so I don’t forget. Y/N.”

As his eyes close, you lay on your side beside him and run your fingers along his cheek till your palm rests on his chest. 

“He’s fine.”, Eddie announces from the doorway where he had been observing you two talk. “I never take enough that would kill him or turn him. That first night though I did the same thing.”, sighs as he gestures towards your hand. 

“Is it ok if I stay with him?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just hang out in this room here—”

“You can lay here if you want. I don’t mind.” He scans you over making you slightly self-conscious. “I mean…unless…you have a coffin you sleep in or…”

Eddie laughs as he comes to the opposite side of the bed and lays on his back.

“No coffins, princess. I sleep here with him.”

“I’ve never heard you laugh before or even seen you really smile. It looks good on you.”

He smiles as he turns on his side and brushes some of your hair away from your face. 

“Y/N.”

“Eddie. I like your names better than your screen ones. Plus both Dracula and Renfield’s stories end tragically.”

“Maybe Eddie and Steve’s stories did end tragically…”, he muses. “Or it was the only book he and I actually read in school.”

You giggle as he grins your way before he’s taken aback when you roll over and pull his arm over your waist. Most people feared him especially back in their hometown. It had been so long since anyone besides Steve touched him without hesitation and he didn’t realize how much he missed the contact. 

Even though he soothed your worries, your hand still rested against Steve’s chest making sure it was still rising and falling at a normal pace. There was a lot you didn’t know about them but you were dying to find out.

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[shinjisdone]

If you are still doing the Fem mc can you do a one with Floyd or Idia

Floyd is forever A tier man. Also I have been thinking of being a bit more self-indulged with these fem mc and friends asks since they did begin as self-indulgant fics for my oc lol. I find myself being able to write more creatively - trying to have a fem mc that everyone could insert themselves in or see any kind of interesting changes in is hard because frankly, the only thing about such a blank slate is that they are female.

while my own OC is also female and that does play a part in the little shenanignags, I also add a bit of her own personality and thoughts to make it a bit different (and as i said self-indulgent)

Plus, I honestly really struggled and disliked the riddle one, where I tried to not put any characteristics of my oc in there to make it more 'appealing' for anyone. But I found this just doesn not work for me.

I will do this one request with my OC in mind if that is okay!

Fem!Mc And Friends - Floyd Leech

Everyone, run! Before you get squeezed.

Floyd Leech is a weird combination of predictable and unpredictable. It can be expected to be looked down upon, threatened, challenged and squeezed by Floyd, yet when it comes to whatever he decides to stick with and spend his time on, he is a wild card.

Unfortunately, you are one of the many things he has decided to spend his time with. The little, jumpy 'Shrimpy' he came across.

And while he seems to stick to others and 'affectionately' refer to everyone with ocean-related names, he still seems...especially attached to you...

When You Spend Helloween Together...

Why would you spend Helloween with him? Are you crazy?

This is probably Floyd's favorite holiday on land. Dressing up as scary things (aside from himself) with the intention to terrify the crap out of anyone who crosses him? And he can get away with it? Who cares about some treats when he can carry out some tricks?

Even if you try to stay far, faaaar away from him Floyd will be sure to find you~

Where's Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy~? Oh, are you dressed up, too? That's cute. You think you're gonna scare anyone with that?

Nothing scares Floyd and he still has the same kind of opinion of you since day 1. A meek, tiny shrimp. So he doesn't think you could pull any tricks anyway.

On top of that you are magicless and just a little girl in his eyes. Sounds mean but try as you might, he will never acknowledge you as 'bigger' or 'taller' even if you are.

Will first show off his costume (isn't it neat?) And threaten to terrify you right after (there's enough bandages to bind you down into a coffin).

Floyd always and I mean ALWAYS loves to mess with you but on this special day he feels like going all out. Scaring you, popping out of nowhere, acting like a real Zombie and like a bite from him could kill you??? You tell him off but he also acts like he believes what he says???

You may be a lot of things but no Zombie.

Hehe, you sure? Wanna try it out :) ?

He especially likes to tease you with his nickname for you. There's just something about it when you startle and jump up like these cats on land while he spooks you :) why can't Helloween be everyday?

Also your scared expression are just *chef kiss* to him. Will try every trick in the book to just...indulge in these shrieks and screams of fear.

And when he finds out you have a fear? Scared of the dark, spiders, thunder or oooohh zombies? Hehe, you're never getting rid of hiiiiimmm, Shrimpyyyyy!

Floyd would especially love it if you let out girly yelps or shrieks. He is surrounded by dudes in NRC so someone really girly is just interesting and more fun to tease.

Stuck in a haunted house with Floyd? Haha, help. Seriously, call for help!

Floyd is not stuck in a haunted house - the haunted house is stuck with Floyd. And you are right in the middle.

It feels like each scare and trick is being terrified into submission by him. The guy gets quickly bored out of his mind that he decides to spook the entire house. But besides that, he sticks with you and loves watching your reactions.

You will wish for the protection of Malleus and Deuce, because Floyd will not lift a finger to help or comfort you. He'll hang over your shoulder with that stupid, gleeful grin on his face (and the fangs near your flesh!) And laugh at your misery.

:(

But I feel like if something truly awful were to happen to you - maybe someone took a trick too far or made you cry - Flyod maaaaybe could become scary to everyone but you. Huh? Hey, you cannot terrify his Shrimpy that much. That's his job. Look what'chu did. Better get out of his sight.

When You Watch Him At His Club...

Oh boy. You can expect a lot "Hey, Shrimpy! Hey, hey! Over here, Shrimpy! Shrimpy, over here!"

He most likely threatened invited you to his basketball Club, no matter if there was a game or practice session.

It isnt thaaaat bad...Ace and Jamil are there too and they are miles more mellow than Floyd is if you ever need someone like that.

Ace will be a bit confused on why Floyd would invite you while Jamil is just hoping the guy will actively play for once in one go. Not when he feels like it.

Yet when you arrived, there Floyd was, taking you into his arms so tight you were lifted off the ground and squeezed so hard you thought you couldnt breathe.

Floyd is so happy to see you! Did Shrimpy come just for him and watch him play? Huh, did'chu, did'chu?

Also he would still hug you if he was covered in sweat and would not care. It'd be even funny if you were grossed out by it.

However...against all odds, Floyd would actually play - and go all out!

Even if it were practice, he is brutal. After each shot, he'd spin into your direction with arms shot up. A huge grin on his face. He's expecting you to watch him and only him.

Though if your attention is somewhere else, he'd pout and tell you to watch him! Look how much he's destroying the others!

In fact, you're supposed to cheer for him! Be Floyd's 'cheerleader' as he says. There's bunch of games where there's a girl cheerleader team that hypes up the audience and players! Do that for him! You got no choice if you don't wanna get on his bad side

Ah, should he get you one of these 'pom-poms'? You'd be so cute with them!

It just feels kind of special when the only girl in NRC is cheering for him. It's like in one of these movies!

Say a cheer that just consists of his name. Just that! Don't mention anyone else!

If you do pay attention or cheer for someone else, Floyd will not like it. Observing the other player like a hawk and leering at them with his classic 'huuuuh'? Even if they are on the same team.

Will do his best to kind of get your attention back on him. That can go from fouling the other player to telling you in your face to watch him. Him.

It can cost them the victory but Floyd wouldn't care. The sole reason why he even decided to come is because he dragged you here.

Ace is weirded out and Jamil's trying not to fume in anger.

When You Are Stranded On An Island...

Well. This isn't anything...novel for Floyd.

He IS from the ocean so a beach isn't something that would surprise or unnerve him. The sight of sand, the ocean, palm trees and the lovely sunlight...is rather boring to him.

Islands like this exist everywhere. Why should this one be any different?

Well, you are here for once.

And so are people like Crabby and Goldfish! This is sure to be fun!

Floyd will drag you to every place he finds interesting. Beaches are familiar to him so he can show and teach you anything! He's an expert in a way!

Collecting things is actually a dull activity to him. If you show any interest, he will just...drag you off. Maybe haul you around. If you say they are meant ad souvenirs, he still wouldn't budge and tell you these are boring trinkets instead. He knows much better stuff, come on!

His favorite thing to do is swimming for sure! Expect to be thrown into the sea and him quickly following after you. It doesnt matter what you are wearing, he will force you to swim with him.

Floyd will turn into his eel form and just drag you further and further into the seaaaaa~

Ace is getting worried and Riddle is screaming at him to return at once! You are supposed to find a way back to NRC!

It's kinda akin to a horror movie.

And since you two are so far out, you'll have no choice but to cling to him~!

Don't worry though, as much as Floyd teases and messes with you, he will never put you in any harm. He knows the sea better than anyone else.

He just likes having your arms around him and vice versa!

Floyd especially likes it when you're just a taaaaad biiiit scared and cling to him as if you'd never let go. It's just twice the fun and extra cute.

But hey, if you are already out here, why not explore a bit? He can hold you as you dive into the deep blue and catch some fish or anemona, spook some crabs or get some souvenirs from there! Anything down there is way better than on some beach!

You could be like a mermaid then! Don't you wanna try it?

Just act like your legs are fins and maybe let your hair open - oh, ya don't want to?

Meh, fine.

On another point, Floyd is not used to wear these vacation...swim...beach wear or whatever. But he guesses it's neat. Especially the sunglasses.

He would really like it if you wore ocean-related clothes or things. It just looks good on you.

Swimwear or bikini though? It's interesting wear but also...intriguing?

He's never seen something like that, the closest thing he knows are from mermaids. But well, they are half fish.

But on you...it looks good. Floyd would stare at you. Not shamelessly but more so out of curiousity. Shrimps don't usually look like that, you know?

Just wants to have fun with you.

#Request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #floyd leech #I think Floyd would just really like a girl shrimpy #It's different and therefore more fun~

[genshinboys]

ITTO - DATING APP HCS

WARNING: SMUT

PAIRING: ITTO X FEM READER

Where do I even begin here? Ugh, lol. Raunchy sex, lots of crack and Itto being head over heels with his Little Bumble Bee. I will just say I might be ashamed of some of the things I wrote here xD

“Plot thicker than Itto’s cock” - review courtesy of my lovely beta reader

Hypothetically speaking, how hard can it be to find a handsome but cute guy with the physique of a bodybuilder and a cock bigger than your dreams? Turns out, not that difficult at all. Especially if you aren’t particularly fussy about his intelligence level. You don’t need another Mr Smarty-Pants with a genius IQ score. Archons forbid. You have had enough of men like these. All you are hoping for right now is a good fuck. A good old pussy pleaser with a charming face to sit on. 

And that is when you swipe right, drooling not too respectfully at the sight of an Oni. An Oni going by the name of Itto, sitting a bit too proudly in his jet-black, too-tight, look-at-my-enormous-dick leather pants on his equally big and just as a black motorcycle.

The smile on his face is promiscuous, too obvious to mistake it for anything else than ‘I will ruin your pussy’ promise hidden behind the upward curve of his lips. BINGO. That’s exactly what you are looking for!

HOLY SHIT! It is a match too!

You assumed it would be more trying of an experience than that. What should you do? Hit him up? Sure, you are looking for a fuck buddy, but you still need to be a little bit..., how do they call it? Hard-to-get? Yeah, yeah. That’s it. This is what you read on the Internet after you had been dumped by your ex - ‘flirt with them, but play hard to get.' Men love the chase. You wish you had googled that before your previous relationship went up in flames together with the last shreds of your dignity. NO MORE HEARTBREAKS. You don’t need men. You just want their cocks.

DING-DING

The phone buzzes, interfering with your moment of eye-opening revelation.

From: Arataki Itto

Hey, bbby gorilla. I bet you smiled when you saw my name pop up on the screen just now :D

You re-read the message a couple of times, thinking that maybe you were too generous about the ‘doesn’t have to be that intelligent’ rule. Haven’t you seen something similar on the Internet already? You know auto-correct can be cruel, but this should be classified as straight-up meme material.

From: Arataki Itto

Baby grill*, sorry!

Should you take screenshots? Your friends would have a field day mocking you and your first failed attempt at finding a hookup. Hey, let’s give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be that bad.

From: Arataki Itto

Dayum, man, this shit is wild. Ignore that, yeah? So, whassup, Sweetie? Can’t believe I fished out such a pretty little thing. Look at you, fancy rags you are sporting there. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear it every day?

You could be asking him the same thing. His dick cannot be happy, begging for more room in his male-hooker trousers.

To: Arataki Itto

Are you referring to my clothes? It is called a suit. I wear it to work.

You realise that you sound more condescending than it would be generally acceptable, considering the fact that you really want to bounce on that dick sometime soon. Itto doesn’t seem to pick up on it, though?

From: Arataki Itto

WOah, Dude. Are you some kind of businesswoman? 

Yeah, he totally did not get it. He is the most oblivious person in the whole Teyvat. No doubt. You are still counting on a good dick, though.

To: Arataki Itto

Yeah, you might say so. I run my own company.

You don’t want to reveal too much. You are not looking for a hand-in-marriage, duh. He doesn’t necessarily need to know how rich you are. Well, probably he will discover sooner or later, but that’s just not important now. You have a clear goal in mind. After a year of life resembling that of nuns, you really need to let off some steam.

From: Arataki Itto

NO SHIT! That’s so cool, man! I don’t really know much about that. But, I am also someone you might call a big shot, like yourself. Wanna know what I do? :D

You snort out loud, grateful to Archons that you didn’t get to exchange messages with this big dumb-dumb during one of your business meetings.

To: Arataki Itto

Well, let me guess. You are a fearless gang leader and a multiple champion of bug fights? :)

You hit the send button, fully expecting him to tease you back.

From: Arataki Itto

Holy shieet, no way? How did you know? You important people really have your way with things, don’t you? Sweetie, you are a keeper.

The sip of coffee you took ended up jetting out of your face, splashing on the documents and your desk.

To: Arataki Itto

No, Itto. I just read your profile info?

There is a longer period of silence in which you deal with the mess of your soaked papers while all cogs in Itto’s brain come to a screeching halt.

From: Arataki Itto

Sure, I was just fooling with you, Babe. You are a sharp one, though. Cool. Anyways, Sweets, fancy meeting me soon???

Yeah. For some inexplicable reason, you send him a short ‘yes’ answer before your common sense can convince you otherwise.

Itto is a simple guy. He has never been one for these extravagant restaurants, with menus full of names he could not even read, let alone know what they are. This is not ‘his style’ - he would remark to one of his gang members when they reasoned that maybe he should reconsider the plan for your very first date that his Oni brain had masterfully concocted.

„Listen, here, I know what I am doing, yeah? Such cute little bumblebees like her need a real man, not some old fuddy-duddy snobs. My pockets may not be full of mora, but I am a creative fella. These stuck-up buffoons could never! They simply ain’t no match for me, got it?”

Itto gave a truthful answer, fully believing in every word he said.

 Thus, he waited no further, asking you out on a date at your earliest convenience, which turns out to be today’s evening. The handsome Oni promised to pick you up at 8. To your surprise and dismay, approximately ten minutes before the appointed time, you hear some idiot yelling outside the apartment block. It is getting increasingly louder and more annoying as in addition to these screams equalling the tenacity of a slaughtered boar, there is a deafening sound of a horn that keeps blasting, and it simply won’t stop.

What a nuisance! Your hand twitches; and you would almost mess up the eyeliner if not for the years of experience in the said activity. Ahh! If only you had left work earlier, you wouldn’t be running late to your first-in-ages fucking session with the hottest Oni in the entire Teyvat. This obnoxiously loud moron will not ruin your perfect make-up for tonight’s long-awaited rendezvous. 

„Shut the hell up, you twat!

You stick your head out of the open window and let the guy know what you think about his shenanigans. Everything goes silent, and bless the Archons; you are allowed to finish your make-up in peace before receiving the call from the receptionist.

„Mrs Y/N, I’m very sorry to disturb you, but there is a..., erm, questionable-looking young gentleman in the lobby, claiming that he supposedly has a meeting with you tonight. He forgot the room number, doesn’t have his guest pass and is..., Very rowdy, to say the least. He was making a lot of noise in front of the building just now. Would you like me to maybe, uh, get rid of him?”

A few seconds pass in complete silence before you clear your throat and croak out a quiet ‘I’m coming downstairs’ answer. The receptionist was still very supportive and informed you that he could take care of things himself. You really didn’t have it in you to confess that this ‘questionable-looking young gentleman’ is your date for tonight.

You hurriedly exit the lobby, avoiding eye contact with the discombobulated staff. You hold your head high, and your mouth sets into a grim line when you halt in front of the smirking Oni, leaning smugly against the motorcycle.

„Hey, Sweets. Thought I’d have to climb the damn building to get you out of your birdcage. These dudes here are worse than Kujou Sara’s flunkies.”

Itto roars, laughing so hard at his own joke that you think you are going to die from second-hand embarrassment. Is stupidity contagious? Because if the answer is positive, then maybe you shouldn’t risk so much just for a good round of sex.

„H-Hi, Itto.”

You stutter out a stiff greeting, barely, barely, managing to convince your eyes to rest on his face rather than on the Oni’s bulging penis. Ok, he might be an idiot, but he sure is an eye-candy too.

„Dayum, man, you are such a heartthrob. How are you even single? You must be having a hard time with all of these sleazeballs hitting on you, don’t ya?

Itto praises, having no reservations to ogle your body from head to toe as he takes a step forward, and BOOM, suddenly his lips are brushing over your cheek. It is haste and innocent, but the skin caressed by his soft lips starts to burn, blossoming with a rosy colour. He withdraws unexpectedly, but your nose catches a whiff of his scent - a musky, smooth aroma. It is such an invitingly warm but not too overpowering cologne. It has this slight sweetness on top of it all, with some notes of cashmere and anise that come through first, catching you by surprise at how soothing yet powerful the Oni’s fragrance is. If you had to close your eyes, the first image that would come to your mind would be that of a ‘man’. The realest man. Your pussy throbs in excitement.

„I’ve been doing just fine, thank you.”

You respond awkwardly through the dryness of your throat. Itto flashes his teeth, rubbing at the back of his neck to subdue the sudden wave of shyness that hit him out of nowhere. What is he supposed to say now? It is just not fair for you to be so breathtakingly gorgeous. The over-grown Oni fails to understand how and why he managed to talk you into this meeting.

„You smell good.”

WOAH. All the possible things you could have said, and yet your mouth babbles out one of these observations you would rather not divulge at a first meeting. Well, at least you did not tell him how delicious his cock looks in these whorish trousers. The glass is always half full, as they say.

„Ya think?”

Itto stands there, equally jarred by the boldness of your comment, making eyes at you that leave your throat considerably drier than before. It seems that it was all he needed to come back to his ‘big oni & small brain’ attitude. You didn’t suppose it would come to this, but you actually feel relieved.

„Daww, you flatter me!”

The Oni coos at you, leaning closer, back into your personal space bubble. Crimson red eyes with a fascinating yellow gradient gaze upon you from above. The height difference leaves you dizzy with vertigo. Or maybe it is his ultra-masculine smell that muddles you up? Probably both.

„You sure make my mouth water as well, you petite Bumble Bee.”

Itto’s eyes light up, and they turn narrower with how much he is smiling at you right now.

„So, so small and cute. I bet I could fit you into my pocket, Sweets. The big Oni and his fun-size Bumble Bee. Isn’t that just supercool?!”

Your eye twitches and you are unsure if the not so well-versed Oni wanted to insult or compliment you, but you are still somehow willing to humour him. There is something about him that makes you want to rub your thighs together, irrespective of his intellectual capacity of a peanut. That is actually quite endearing if you were to admit the truth. The towering over you muscle-pig makes some animated movements with his jumbo-big hands, appearing more excited than a kid in the candy shop. Your longing eyes cling onto Itto’s massive palms, giving you all the wrong ideas that could lead to all the positive outcomes.

„Yeah. Super-duper-cool, Itto!”

You tease, but obviously, the red-eyed hottie wouldn’t savvy the laced with sarcasm words even if he used the long dusted in his brain wires.

„High-Five, man!”

He shouts, lifting his arm. Not too high though so that you can comfortably reciprocate the bonding gesture. And you do, flaunting a crooked smile and eyes that stare blankly at Itto’s XXXXL chest. Where does he buy his clothes? Your study the leather jacket - a perfect match for his skin-tight leather pants, underneath which you see a white tank-top. Yeah. 10/10 male hooker outfit confirmed.

„Well, and guess what, Sweets! It is your lucky day! Would you be able to tell why?”

Itto rubs his hands with joy, waiting eagerly for your answer.

„Oh, no. Please, enlighten me..., you biiiiiig Oni Boy.” 

He is thrown off guard again, attempting to hide the rushing to his cheeks heat by a roar of laughter that comes from the deepest depths of the Oni’s belly.

„He he he, you learn fast, Bumble Bee. ”

Itto acknowledges the use of the pet name that he consciously (or not) chose for himself a minute prior. He tries not to ponder on how well it sounds rolling off your tongue. Perhaps, it wasn’t a good idea to call himself that way. 

„I’m taking you to the bug fights!”

Your eyes widen. However, not because you feel ‘lucky’ as stated by the big-tiddied man.

„B-Bug fights?”

Parroting Itto is the best you can do, as you experience a temporary lack of grey matter in your brain. His lack of intelligence has already started rubbing off on you.

„Heck, yeah, Bumble Bee! Authentic BUG FIGHTS! Can you believe it? I’m taking you there on my turbo fast baby too!”

Regardless of his enthusiasm, your face twists into yet another pitiful expression when Itto points to the monstrous motorcycle behind him.

„Not to spoil your plan, Itto, but, um, I-I don’t think I’m dressed for the occasion.”

You peer at him, hoping to wiggle your butt out of this predicament. The Oni regards you with his empty-looking eyes. He worries at his bottom lip, a tell-tale sign of him thinking long and haarddd about how to save the night.

„Uh, how about you come upstairs? We could jus---,”

Itto claps his hands together, destroying your plan to lure him into your apartment and jump on his dick.

„Hey, don’t ya worry your pretty head about it, Bumble Bee! Itto will always come up with the best solutions.”

The red-eyed Oni shimmies out of his leather jacket and sinks to his knees. Wooah, wait a minute? What’s going on? Your eyes shoot to the entrance, where you spot a confused receptionist. He is looking at you with a ‘blink twice if you need my help’ message written across his face. 

„Grab my shoulders. I will cover you up with my jacket so we can hike that skirt up.”

You gasp for air like a fish out of water.

„E-Excuse me?!”

Itto swathes your buttocks with the garment, tying the sleeves together to secure the jacket on your hips.

„It’s all fine, Sweets. I’ll help ya! Just hold onto me nice and tight! Your peach is safe with me.”

His big Oni hands grab the flimsy skirt and push it higher and higher up your thighs, almost revealing your panties! Your body sways as if you were fighting for life on a rocked by the storm boat. The man has no control over his strength! 

„Itto, n-no!”

„Easy, easy. I’m a gentleman.”

Wanting to prove his words, the handsome Oni closes his eyes, further roaming his hands over your exposed skin. You clutch onto his muscular back when Itto continues the uneven battle with the skirt. You really don’t want to focus on how hot and soft his palms feel against the delicate skin of your thighs, but you lose this time as well, succumbing a little deeper into lust.

„And all done!”

Itto grins proudly when he juts his chin up to look at your flushed face. 

„Let’s go, Bumble Bee. We are running late.”

His gigantic hand swallows yours as the deliriously happy big boy leads you towards the vehicle.

Your first date turned out to be everything but you screaming in pleasure while struggling to take Itto’s oni dick. The hook-up ended without a hook-up as you were dragged to the ‘Bug Fights Arena’ - quoting the ecstatic Itto, which in reality was nothing short of a few make-shift stone platforms with a variety of Onikabutos performing some wild martial-art moves. Itto could not stop babbling about these yucky-looking insects, passionately holding your hand through the entire duration of the duels you were (un)lucky to witness. Unable to contain the bottling inside emotions, it happened that Itto squeezed you too hard. You had to remind him that he was still holding your hand and that it would be nice if he could stop squashing it to a pulp. The oblivious Oni apologised profusely and lifted the palm to his lips to pepper-kiss the skin, only to almost cut off your blood flow a few moments later when he again forgot about how strong he is.

He bought you popcorn and your favourite Tricolour Dango. The handsome Oni was feeding you with the chopsticks, every now and then passing you the extra large boba tea that you both shared. Indirect kiss? Pretty much, yeah. Neither of you seemed to mind. Itto wiped you clean with his thumb whenever he missed your mouth because of how much he was focusing on these stupid bug fights. 

„Ah, sorry, Bumble Bee, my bad. Here, lemme fix that for ya.”

Itto’s crimson pupils were glued to your lips as he was wiping the sweet sugar powder.

„Why do you call me this way?”

You queried, blushing slightly when he licked the sticky powder off his thumb. You two seemed to grow comfortable with one another in a remarkably short time.

„Huh?”

Itto mused, shifting his eyes back to you.

„Why is it, Bumble Bee?”

Itto smirked impishly.

„It is simple, Sweets. I love all the bugs...,”

He inched closer, his lips halting right next to your ear.

„...and bumblebees are the fluffiest and thickest of them all.”

You could have sworn the Oni deliberately let out a warm puff of air to watch you shiver and squirm in your seat.

„Very sexy, just like you and easily my favourite out of all these tiny creatures.”

He whispered, chuckling playfully when you craned your neck to peer at him with a raised eyebrow.

„Excuse me, but I’ve never been compared to a yucky bug. Was that a compliment?”

Itto guffawed like a big dummy, scooping you closer to himself with his large oni forelimb. His finger poked your nose, which further threw you off balance.

„You see? That’s what I’m talking about. The sexiest and cutest little Queen of all the bees.”

You didn’t ask him to elucidate what he meant by it, but you would be a liar if you didn’t admit that it felt nice to know that at least in Itto’s eyes, you are the juiciest bee in the entire hive.

From: Big Boi Itto

Hey Bumble Bee, hope your day is as nice as your butt :)

Despite the lack of any activities that would fall into the broad category of SEXUAL; your friendship with the Oni doesn’t appear to lose its momentum. In fact, the big dum dum - aka infamous Arataki Itto doesn’t cut you any slack, stubbornly yet steadily heading straight for your heart.

The message you read out during one of these most boring office meetings is a prime example of how well he has been faring. You can’t do much about the silly smile that creeps on your face at yet another Itto’s cheesy pick-up line.

To: Big Boi Itto

Hey, Big Boy <3 Unfortunately, I’m stuck in a meeting. It’s so dull. You have no idea :(

It is hard to believe, but you catch yourself missing the company of the scatterbrained handsome oni idiot. You sigh, a little bit heartsick? The guy delivering the presentation averts your bored and annoyed-looking eyes, spitting out facts and numbers like a robot. Normally, you would be very interested in what he has to say, it is your company, after all. Yet, today you can’t stop daydreaming and getting distracted.

From: Big Boi Itto

Shit, trapped in the same room with a few stuffed shirts? Ugh. My poor little Bumble Bee, you must be bored out of your mind! I can come and kidnap you if you want :D

Another round of giggles threatens to escape your mouth, and you have to hide behind the documents to remain professional. Yeah, these guys sure are a bunch of stuffed shirts. Itto is not mistaken. They all but pale in comparison to Itto’s charismatic personality.

To: Big Boi Itto

I wish. I really wish I could! How about meeting me in the evening?

You send the hit button and start wondering, is it still only about sex? You prefer not to think about it too much, afraid to arrive at answers that would be too hard to accept.

From: Big Boi Itto

Oh, yes, girl! Thought you would never ask, Bumble Bee *smirks* I have something I want to show you tonight, so I’m taking you to my place. I can send you a little sneak peek :D

To: Big Boi Itto

BRING IT ON <3

You respond in a heartbeat, relieved to be entertained by the one-of-a-kind Arataki Itto - the funny but a tad too silly PRO comedian.

From: Big Boi Itto

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Look at that big boy. Impressive, huh?

You download the image and immediately have to cover the gaping in utter shock mouth to muffle the scream bubbling in your throat. A deep red flush raises to your cheeks and spreads lower, much much lower, making it feel like your stomach basically sank to your knees. You are staring at the ONI’S DICK. At the gargantuan piece of Itto’s erected flesh that urgently begs to be swallowed by your pussy right this instant.

„Continue without me.”

You choke out a feeble sounding command that fills the room with awkward silence and stupefied eyes that stick to your face like stink on shit.

You don’t suppose you have ever been in such a desperate need for a moment of privacy in one of the company’s bathroom stalls when you slam the door shut and desperately reach for the throbbing pussy to stuff it full of your fingers. 

Itto’s dick pic.

And nothing else matters to you now.

How did it all come to this? Your forehead creases the longer you look at the KO’ed Oni, lying like a lifeless log in his bed. The second date also did not progress the way you had thought it would. First of all, how could you have known that a man of Itto’s size could be knocked out by a little bit of chocolate cake? You feel like bawling your eyes out, blaming yourself for the current state of affairs. You move closer to the suffering man, evenly spreading the duvet over Itto’s large body. Your thoughts spiral obsessively, over and over again replaying the events of tonight’s meeting that led to the Oni’s inevitable demise.

1. Out of politeness, as you stubbornly convinced yourself to believe, you came up with the brightest idea to surprise the Oni with a homemade chocolate cake. Sure, many would deem it stupid and unnecessary, especially that he was only meant to become your booty call. However, you could not fight the ‘I-want-to-be-a-good-girlfriend’ whispers at the back of your head.

2. You whipped up the most delicious, flinger-licking good chocolate cake and arrived at his doorstep before the appointed time, with the image of his gigantic Oni cock forever etched in your memory.

3. The conversation flew naturally, without any hitches or awkward pauses that could have been caused by the shockingly nice, however still very unexpected dick pic.

4. Itto was very happy to taste the sweet treat, stuffing his belly full until you practically saw the bottom of the baking pan and there were no crumbs left. 

5. He was eating and eating, showing you his collection of bugs that live happily in the glass houses that Itto had built himself.

„W-Wait, wait, Itto. What photo are you talking about?”

„The snap I sent you today.”

„But you didn’t send me any bugs? You send me your-”

OH FUCK.

„Now, you see that big boy, Baby? Yeah, I’m so proud of him. The biggest and strongest Onikabuto that I’ve laid my hands on. It looks even bigger in reality than in that photo I sent you, right? A real monster!”

6. The realisation hit you precisely the moment Itto’s soy bean allergy kicked in for good, resulting in him almost fainting and getting all delirious and incoherent. The only thing you managed to piece together from itto’s incomprehensible noises was that it must have been triggered by the soy milk, which you had used to prepare the chocolate cake.

7. The grand finale? You had to call your family doctor, who rushed to the Oni’s house with the allergy shots. The poor Oni fell asleep like a baby and hasn’t moved an inch since he got poisoned.

Up until now.

Grunts, pants and whines.

Itto’s eyes groggily crack open, right away landing on your tense facial features. 

„Itto? H-How do you feel? Are you ok?”

The Oni blinks a few times, noticing your small hands wrapped securely around his larger one. He grins, revealing the pearly-white sharp canines that would undoubtedly feel amazing playing with the skin of your neck. WOah, hold on. You almost killed the man, and you still can’t control the horny? SHAME ON YOU!

„Baby,`s fine. I am all fine.”

Itto sits on the bed, pulling your hand to his mouth to kiss it a couple of times before he flashes you the signature Oni smirk, hoping to relax you.

„It was just a little virus in the system, nothing to be worried about. Hey, Bumble Bee, what’s with the long face?”

Itto tries his best to cheer you up, but the tears start pricking at your eyes.

„It’s my fault, all my fault.”

You choke on a sob, and violent little shivers take over your chin. His oni fingers grasp the jaw delicately. They essentially cover half of your face. Itto’s heart picks up the speed. He is not prepared to see his little Bumble Bee cry. 

„No, no, no, hey, Baby, look at me, look me in the eyes.”

Itto instructs in a warm tone, although internally, it feels as if somebody was ripping his heart out alive. Both of his hands cup your face that adorably drowns in their bulky size, awakening longing and other emotions whose names are yet unfamiliar to Itto. All he knows is that he can’t bear to see you cry.

„You did nothing wrong, Baby. You are perfect.”

And then, it happens. Itto’s lips brush over your eyelids first before you feel yourself being pressed against the warmth of his chest, against the solid muscles of his abdomen that draw tight once your soft finger pads rest on the Oni’s firm body. He is so warm, or rather hot, scorching hot like the rays of sunshine in the peak of summer. It takes you a while before your synapses fire properly to understand that Itto is kissing you. He is kissing you as if the act itself could possess your soul, and, to be frank, it isn’t too far from the truth.

Itto moans into your lips, effectively turning your brain into a Jell-O with his unabashed display of want, thundering against his Oni veins. He could choke you to death with these hands that swathe your face and neck, and you wouldn’t even notice. He kisses your lower lip, dragging it slowly between his sharp teeth and your ability to reason flies out of the window.

„Baby-”

Itto pants, and you can’t comprehend why his lips are suddenly so far away from yours? You tug at his tank top, attempting to yank him close, but let’s be honest, the effort is futile. A small mouse lunging at an elephant would be more successful than you now.

„W-Why did you stop, why-,”

Itto places a sloppy kiss on the centre of your lips to shush you.

„I need you to know that I’ve never had more fun than with you. All the other girls wanted me for my looks. Ya know, big Oni and his big cock, this type of shit, I was so fed up.”

Itto fires the shots, wanting to be utterly transparent with you. His hand wanders to the small of your back, and he effortlessly lifts you, placing you in his lap. Your body arches into his, fingers getting tangled in his white Oni mane as your bodies mould together perfectly.

„Nobody ever listened to me. These chicks, they all just wanted to, uhm..., You know what I mean.”

You nod, rocking into his pelvis, which sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. Itto’s fingers sink into the fat of your hips. He breathes out laboriously, eating you up with his gaze in a most affectionate manner despite the sparks of need that light up his crimson pupils.

„Then, when it was all over, they left me each time. But you are different. You went to see the Bug Fights with me and, and you, uhm, you took care of me when the allergy knocked me down, he he he...,”

Itto hides his embarrassment behind a forced chuckle, all the time gauging your reactions. He doesn’t want to scare his Bumble Bee away. He cannot afford to lose you when you are all he has ever dreamt about, if not more.

„Thank ya for that, all of it.”

He finishes barely above a whisper, peering sheepishly at you.

A thick lump forms itself in your throat, and you swallow hard at the most beautiful and honest words you’ve ever heard coming from a man. Itto can be a big and intimidating Oni, but deep down he sure is just an adorable and soft idiot. 

„Will you cuddle with me for a bit? I still feel a tiiiny bit drowsy. Will that be ok, huh?”

A tear-jerking question forces you to bury your head in his chest. You pull him close to you, failing to control the series of weird sniffles.

„You are such a dummy, Itto. Go to sleep.”

You hold him close, making a mental promise to protect his fragile Oni heart.

Unconventional situations require equally unusual measures. After a good couple of weeks of dating the Oni; having seen dozens of bug fights, having travelled hundreds of kilometres seated behind the Oni’s broad back with your hands securely wrapped around his ripped abdomen as he was taking you places on his motorcycle, and finally having pushed through a good share of Itto’s neglected boners, you know the time has come. 

It is another one of these cosy ‘Netflix and chill’ evenings, with the big Oni boy crashing at your place and breathing life into you after a long day spent at the office. He would come, crack a few of his dumb Oni jokes, tell you a story from his not so shady gangster life and eat half of your fridge while never forgetting to spoon-feed you as he devours anything that doesn’t contain soy beans. Not that he would find anything like that in your pantry. It is worth mentioning that since the gruesome incident, you have gone ‘soy-bean-free’, totally manifesting your support for the Oni’s condition. Itto has been nothing but the sweetest little (ok, not so little) ray of sunshine, and you will not wait even a day longer to take your relationship to the next level.

However, the Oni has absolutely no clue about your plan when he enters your apartment with a bag full of snacks for tonight’s cuddling & watching TV date.

„Bumble Bee, I am ho-,”

Itto feels his throat jamming, and the shopping bag slips out of his hand, landing on the floor.

„Hi, Big Boy.”

Itto really, really tries not to look. He does his absolute utmost not to stare open-mouthed at the bumblebee tank top and shorts but fails nonetheless. The almost-sheer, ultra-fine set emphasizes each and every delicious curve of your body and..., Ohhh, Celestia help him! Is he seeing nipples poking through the paper-thin fabric? Are you not wearing any underwear today? The bumblebee print in the middle of your boobs stretches, revealing the busty shape of your chest, leaving very little to the Oni’s imagination. Itto’s brain simmers like an egg on a frying pan when he drops his gaze lower, down to the skimpy shorts with a lacy hem digging into the flesh of your thighs. Camel-toe? Oh, noooo, please no. A stifled sound of a tortured to death beetle is wrung out of the Oni when you part your thighs and pat your belly, smiling softly at the almost-deceased Itto. There he sees your fanny, your cutest little pussy lips swelling thickly against the barely-covering your peach shorts. Your breasts shake and jiggle, flowing like the rolling waves in the sea once you lift yourself higher on the sofa to have a better look at your afraid to move or breathe Oni boyfriend. 

„Come here and cuddle. What are you standing there for, hmm?”

You pat the belly again, making it clear that you want him between your thighs, with his head resting on these curvaceous boobs and dick nestled in your labia, hugged tightly by the puffiest pussy flaps Itto has ever seen. He sucks in a sharp breath, sounding pretty much like the Oni demon he is when your bum moves from side to side, inviting him to alleviate the yearning in his groin that stirs his dick to full hardness right in front of your eyes. Itto knows you can see it. There is just no way with how much his cock-head swells when you just as much as come too close to the touch-starved Oni. You have been nice enough not to make fun of his over-the-roof sexual drive, for which he is very, very grateful.

„Itto? Is something wrong?”

You nag him, nag him to come and put that thickened cock on your exposed cunt.

„I, uh, I just love that look, Baby is all. Got me a little shaken for a moment, yeah.”

Itto stutters out and bends in half to pick up the bag with snacks, which gives him a top-tier, almost a bird’s eye view over your plump little hole. He hears you giggle at has to stop to adjust the pants that start to annoy the shit out of him and his bulging in need penis.

„I’m so happy you like it.”

You sing song, and Itto’s eyes are heavy on you, on your nipples that stand at full attention, calling him to suck them till he tastes your sweet milky-bee nectar on his tongue.

„Like it? No, Baby. I’m losing my mind over it.”

Itto discards the bag on the coffee table, uninterested in the box of ice cream that must be turning into a wet and sticky puddle, very much like the content of his boxers.

Another gut-wrenching, dick-choking giggle. Itto’s eyes are absent, feral as if he has lost the remaining brain cells that so far have helped him to keep a pretty good lid on things. 

„I have missed you so much, Big Boy. Come and crush me with this Oni body of yours.”

That is too much for Itto. Way too fucking much. It is like his whole body has already started to sizzle with need, and you are just adding fuel to the fire, making him burn. Leaning down slowly, his eyes are following yours. 

„Bumble Bee, yer asking so nicely, how can I say no~”

Itto’s eyes sink to your unguarded hole as he slides that monster of a cock between your spread legs. You haven’t touched him, and he feels ultra-hard. You are guessing it must be borderline painful, even. You bite your lip. Excitement paints your cheeks in a rosy colour. You suddenly feel yourself drawn into a kiss as Itto positions himself. You lift your legs up, digging the heels into the meat of Itto’s hard ass to force him to lower his hips. His fat cock brushes over your tiny cunt, and the Oni’s muscular pecs push into your much softer and so much more delicate boobies. Itto really is crushing you, taking your breath away as he rests his entire body weight on your petite one, merely granting your wish. 

„I might sting Ya a little bit, Hun. Your Papa Bee has some issue down here.”

Yeah. You can feel that ‘issue’ very well. It’s your turn to moan as you writhe underneath Itto to rub all over his cock, dragging you both into that lust-driven hell.

„S-Shit, Babe, uh-, can you like, f-fuck, stop fidgeting so much?” 

Itto’s cock jumps when you laugh at him like a fucking brat that needs to be punished.

„Make me, Papa Bee.” 

It jumps again, thrashing against your weeping hole. The Oni could snap you in half like a stick if he lost control over his actions. You both know it, yet you continue teasing his dick, to the point he can’t take it anymore, so he grabs your waist with his hand. It looks ridiculously big on you, covering at least half of your stomach. Itto kisses you, no, basically devours your lips, naive enough to think that it will shut you up. Damn, that Oni blood circulating in his veins, that steroid-fed cock and his ridiculously overgrown body---,

„Mhmm, Itto, you-you are leaking on my pussy.”

You mumble the words into his mouth, eliciting an animalistic groan from your demon-like boyfriend. Drool dribbles down your cheek because of how stubbornly Itto is sliding his tongue against yours, pushing it down your throat as if he intended to choke you with it. Thinking very little of the consequences of your actions, your hands anchor in his hair, only to grope the pair of the Oni’s red and spiky horns. The man whines - whines like a beast in heat. 

„What if your Bumble Bee wants to be stung, huh?”

That is about the time when Itto fucking loses it, loses it for good.

„Ya little Flower is thirsty for Papi’s cock huh? You’ll fucking sob and beg when I make you sit on it and take every fucking inch into that greedy little cunt.”

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

„Yes, Itto, please, yes!”

The Oni growls, angry, out of his mind, totally gone. He tugs at the bumblebee tank top, tearing it down your body with his black claws. Your perky globes jiggle from side to side, and he lunges at them, stuffing his face full of your boob as if he wanted to eat it. The wet and long oni tongue laps at your bud, circling it, sucking and kissing without a moment's break to swallow the spit that makes your chest wet. Fireworks explode below your navel, and you keep pushing your cunt onto his thickened, swollen and licking pre-cum gigantic cock. He reaches for the other breast with his palm, kneading it and fumbling as he moans and groans, giving out these sounds that resemble the heat of a battle rather than some tit-sucking & vanilla sex.

„I’ll stuff you so full you will feel me in your fucking lungs. That’s how badly your Papa Bee will sting you, Hun.”

Ok. That threat actually intimidates you, especially when the sex-drunk Oni kneels before you and pulls his pants down. You can only watch in silence as his gigantic cock falls out like a felled Otogi wood. It is so heavy it bends under its own weight, looking as if it wanted to scare you and ruin any other sex you have ever had with anybody. Scratch that - it is already better than anything you have ever experienced. Your eyes glaze over, and your eyelid twitches nervously.

„Huh? You suddenly forgot how to use your mouth, Bumble Bee?”

The oni roars, laughing so heartily you think he might fall off the couch. You shake your head in denial, pussy burning and throbbing so badly you have half a mind to impale yourself on this pulsing slab of meat, even if it would probably make you cry in pain.

„Papa Bee will remind Ya, Flower~, just give it time. First, I shall taste your sweet honey juice. It smells so nice my mouth is salivating"

Itto is more merciful with your shorts, scraping them off you with his claws instead of ripping them to shreds just like he did with your tank top. He crumples them in his fist and brings them to his grinning face to take a whiff of your pussy. He lets out a lewd moan, all the time holding them to his nose and inhaling as if he was a junkie.

„Sweetest nectar for Papa Bee, only, only mine.”

Itto snarls in his pussy-high trance, baring the pearly fangs that could pierce through your skin like a dagger through butter. He goes down on you, rubbing, nibbling and licking his way from your quivering thighs up to the honey-leaking hole. Itto’s furnace-warm hands reach to your back, cupping your full cheeks and squeezing.

„Fucking delish. Booty worth of a Queen Bee. So supple and tender.”

Itto watches entranced how your legs shake and your hips move in tiny, little thrusts, telling him clearly what you want. Oh, and Itto will deliver. Yes, he will.

Still clasping your bottom, he tugs you closer and nudges in with his nose, spreading your pussy lips as if he was opening a flower bud which hasn’t bloomed yet. 

„Oh, Itto! Yes!”

„Mhmm!”

Itto groans back, dipping his tongue and swirling it low, reaching for the depths of your hole.

„Gimme all your juice, all that gooey sweetness on my tongue, Bumble Bee~.”

The Oni demands, caressing the throbbing nub of flesh, swallowing the tasty and warm essence that starts overflowing his mouth, trickling down his jaw. He licks into the lips of your sex, drinking, slurping and breathing in the syrupy-flavoured liquid.

He dines on you until you whimper in over-stimulation until you try to push him away as you climax again and again. The sofa is a mess - wet from the mix of the Oni’s saliva and your cum.

„I can’t, no-no m-more, no! Please! Itto-ahh, no!”

You are dying and living. Flying in the Oni’s arms. Spinning and shaking. 

„What? Isn’t it what you wanted, Flower?”

Itto chuckles at your misery, having kissed your pussy for one last time. He faces you, licking the remnants of your squirt from his sticky lips. You are suffocating, barely able to breathe and even lying seems too difficult for you.

„I ain’t even started with you yet, Hun.”

Without a word of warning, the big Oni holds you by your waist and lifts you as if you weighed nothing. A fucking inflated doll, at best. Itto fancies switching your positions, and soon after, he is the one resting on his back while he has you seated on top of him. He bends his arm and puts it under his head to get himself comfortable. Meanwhile, you are trembling and shaking, clinging to his torso for stability as the world whirls chaotically before your eyes.

„C’mon, Flower. Mouth on Papa Bee’s sting, quick.”

He pats your bum a few times to make you regain your consciousness, a gentle reminder that he is still going to fuck you, regardless of how tired you are. 

„Don’t make me repeat myself, m’kay?”

You nod, sliding down his body with no strength in muscles left. Itto’s right hand is securely wrapped around your hip to make sure you won’t slip away.

„Yes, just like that. A few licks, Sweets. Trust me. It is for your own good. We wouldn’t like to rip your pussy with my dick, right?”

You nod again, more frantically. Although, you are worried that no amount of lube or saliva could save your cunt from getting destroyed tonight. You peer at your overgrown lover for one last time. The demon with horns and his gargantuan cock. Yes. This is what you see when you dip your head and open your mouth as wide as you can to take him into your mouth. Well, this is an exaggeration. It should be said that you try to take some part of the bulging piece of flesh into your cracking and numb from the over-stretch jaw. Itto hisses, irrespective of how badly it’s going so far. His hips buck and his cock jumps in your mouth as soon as your tongue comes into contact with the throbbing monster. 

„Fuck, Flower. Don’t suck too hard. I wanna cum in your tiny little cunt. Ya hear me? Papa Bee will be nasty if you don’t behave like a good girl.”

You whimper and blink twice to let him know that you are not going to risk being too bratty this time. For now, at least.

„Good little Bumble Bee. So perfect, aren’t Ya?”

Your head bobs up and down, sucking with just a reasonably decent amount of pressure, careful not to anger the Oni as your gag reflex is being tested like never before. You slurp just as loud as Itto did, gliding smoothly up and down the girthy penis. He moans and groans prettily, and your cunt starts aching for his touch yet again. Just how much of a whore are you? This man has turned your brain into sex-craving mush.

„That’s it. That’s enough.”

Itto pants heavily, writing underneath you.

„Sit on Papa’s cock now, huh? I think I have to be in you now.”

Uh-huh. It’s about the damn time.

You gasp when he pulls you close by your hip, forcing you to sit with your pussy hovering over the reddened slab of veiny meat. Trembling with fear and excitement, you close your eyes, attempting to control the agonizingly slow descent of your hips onto Itto’s impatient length. You are mind-blowingly hot on top of him. The handsome Oni rakes your hair back to look at your glossy eyes and slutty face. He doesn’t want to be that mean to you today. You have been such a docile little Bumble Bee that he decides he can help you swallow up that big boy. Itto’s hands dig into the fat of your hips, lowering you down on his dick, inch by inch, sob after sob.

„Itto you are too big! Too fucking big!”

You cry and cry, wondering how long you have been at it already? Why hasn’t he bottomed out yet? How many more inches do you have to take in? You look at him, irritated and disheartened. You punch his chest with your tiny fist, making the tiddy bounce. Itto coos, not fully able to hide his amusement. Yet, he lets you take your time. After all, he could simply split you open and pull your organs to pieces with a single thrust of his cock.

„Shush, Flower. You are doing so well. We are almost there~.”

Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you feel the burn of your hole being stretched, elongated and expanded to accommodate the Oni’s penis. You feel him reaching the undiscovered depths of your gummy walls, brushing over such intimate places that your whole groin buzzes with need.

„J-just fucking help me! Help me Itto! Do something finally, you idiot!”

Your heart-wrenching sob tugs at Itto’s heartstrings. He doesn’t answer as his mouth is being busy emitting a guttural moan when his hips piston forward, right into your tight cunt with such strength that you would nearly topple over if not for Itto’s grip on your hips.

Archons above!

This is insane. He must be reaching up to your throat. There is just no way he isn’t with how full it feels, with how big the re-appearing bulge in your stomach is when he slams into you, making you jump on him as if you were riding an enraged bull.

„Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

You scream, not even bothering to hold onto the non-stop moving Oni. Itto uses you like his cock-sleeve, pushing you up and down his dick with crazy speed, filling you so well that white spots and stars begin to dance everywhere around you as another whine-wringing orgasm explodes in your groin.

„Yes, cover my dick with your honeyed juices, cream on me, Baby.”

Itto’s abdomen muscles have been fighting very hard to deny himself the release, wanting to utterly wreck you before he paints your insides white with his thick spurts of cum. He has been struggling a lot to remain in control, and now is the right time to reward himself for all his hard work.

„Gonna, cum Bumble Bee. Hang in there for a little while longer.”

Easier said than done, you think briefly, before Itto thrusts even faster and deeper into your dripping, abused hole, chasing his high like a wild animal. It takes a few more precise snaps of his hips, and the gossamer liquid starts jetting out of his gigantic cock-head, practically spilling out of your loosened hole as it can’t take everything Itto has stored for you in his heavy balls.

It seems like you have lost consciousness for a short while, regaining your clarity to being spooned by Itto in your own bed. He is nuzzling into your neck with his nose, massaging the bruised hips with a circular movement of his chubby fingers over your skin. Itto purrs when your body stirs in his arms.

„Bumble Bee, Ya ok?”

Itto’s tone is laced with worry.

„Have I been too harsh on you? Sorry, I kinda lost it there. Sorry, Baby.”

He really sounds apologetic, making butterflies explode in your stomach. You shift slightly to take a look at his face.

„No, no. I loved it. You are amazing, Itto.”

You kiss his forehead tenderly, relieved to see the comeback of the Oni’s cocky smirk.

„Also, I didn’t mean to, erm, call you an idiot. That was, uh, you know...,”

You trail off, and Itto chuckles like the goof he is.

„All fine, Sweets. No offence taken. You might have called me an idiot, but your pussy was telling me a different story.”

The Oni comments proudly, flashing more of his sharp teeth. Your face flushes bright red, and you punch his shoulder in retaliation.

„Shut up! You really are an idiot!”

Itto doesn’t let you say another word, claiming your lips passionately. 

„I might be an idiot, but I am only your idiot, Bumble Bee.”

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So I'm crawling out of my cave because genderbend!reader has given me some ideas.

I present you - bodyswap!reader.

(I have no clue if you're ok with this so feel free to ignore if not)

Like, imagine if you will, reader and the boi of your choice switch bodies for 24h. For example, let's use Twi (def not cuz I'd love to be able to squish the Twiddies at any time. Never)

Scenario: Fighting back-to-back when a wizrobe pops up outta nowhere in hits them both with a spell knocking them out. When both reader and Twi wake up it's to the others' worried mumblings about what to do. Reader (now in Twi's bod) opens their eyes first and has Wild looking them in the eye asking "How're ya feeling Twilight?" while reader is just confused. They look over and discover themselves (Twi in their bod) looking back at them. I feel like it'd take a moment before it clicks. The freakout would probably be really funny as pretty much everyone involved would be having a confused wtf moment.

This could also go nsfw as reader could teach Twi about certain things about themselves and vice-versa, especially if there was a pre-established relationship.

Ok anyway back to my dwelling

BODY SWAP THATS PERFECT

I know in the last ask I needed to come up with a replacement for Genderbent, and I think body swap is perfect for that! Not in this context, but for future reference.

Anyway, hi, welcome from the cave, lovely to have you <3

For this, I imagine them looking at themselves then each other before it clicks and then just screaming. Everyone is panicking and it's a mess.

This could be such a fun idea bc not only does Twi get to learn about a new body that isn't his, but so does Reader. And now, he gets to learn about every little thing that makes his beloved twitch and squirm.

Moreso when their telling him how to do it

No come back- We're friends now >:(

#cinder rambles

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hiii!! i love your fics for both fandoms, especially love the way you write relationships!!; don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but do you have any tips for writing cedjeschris? i’m… trying something out…

Oh!!!! Im happy you enjoy my fics that means a lot, thank you so much 😭🛐

As for tips for writing cedjesschris, I guess I can try typing out the general things I myself keep in mind while writing! 👀

For one, Cédric is very much a "actions speak louder than words" type of person! He's the guy who rented out an entite shopping district because Eva and Christelle wanted to take Jesse out shopping but couldn't due to the complicated nature as a foreign prince and diplomatic hostage! He's also the type of person that logically knows that, as a hostage, Jesse technically isn't supposed to be keeping gifts but because Jesse is his friend, Ced lies and tells him "your assigned imperial vaults are too full" just so he can keep the girls' presents :') Cédric is a stoic and socially inept guy but he is an INCREDIBLY good guy deep down,not to mention a man of duty, filial to his parents+godmother, and considerate of his friends. He's also childish, so not making him an emotionless robot is good to keep in mind because that guy is actually the most emotional out of the trio when you think about it xDD

For Christelle, she might be the easiest to write 🤔 She's a very positive and energetic person, and is the type of gal that you'd easily get along with, with her emotional intelligence being one of her strongest fortes that makes up in her high EQ for where Ced is lacking :') <3 Being able to seamlessly incorporate pop culture references to fit her sense of humour and her context as a modern day Korean woman of the 21st century is also p important to keep in mind (which is hilarious, because no one else but her (and Jesse but she doesnt know he knows—particularly at the start of the novel) understands, so in-universe people just sort accept that she says all these wild nonsensical modern things and goes along with her 😂) She cares a lot for Jesse and sees him as a precious friend that she needs to grow stronger to protect (such is her instincts as a Holy Knight) and while she does fight a lot with Cédric, they both have a relationship of mutual respect and acknowledgment, no matter how much they bite or grab at each other's hair while sparring. ((One other key aspect about her character tho is Ham Ga-in's underlying worry that the original Christelle might one day come back to claim her rightful place, so Ga-in is actually very cautious and careful about her life sometimes, because she can never be too sure whether or not "the original Christelle will like [so and so decision that Ga-in makes]". For example, Chris keeps her hair long despite preferring short hair/easy to maintain hair, because it's not Ham Ga-in's hair, but og!Christelle's. She feels like she is "borrowing"/"has stolen" someone's body, so Christelle does her best to give her body a good life and make good decisions, so that if og!Christelle comes back, she will be happy since Ga-in took care of her life well. Ham Ga-in is actually a very complicated and complex character underneath her happy, simple, and cheerful exterior 😭)))

And finally Jesse!!! Surprisingly, he might be the hardest to write, because I feel that it's very easy for people (myself included haha!!) to fall into the trap of portraying him as a completely pure, good, and innocent person (i lose several years off my life whenever I see someone describe him as a Gary Sue too btw). Jung Yeseo is just as much of a modern-day man as Christelle, and while he's definitely way softer in temperament and can be dense, he also doesn't hesitate to privately insult and drag people through the mud in his head 😂 He's surprisingly very snarky (especially towards Cédric)! He just holds himself back because of his position as "Prince Jesse" so he can't act as casual and childish as he typically would xDD And he is definitely not a doormat—I think it's important to mention that Jung Yeseo was a law student, so that sort of gives context as to what kind of person he is. He is righteous in his own sense and can be hard-headed, and rather than being all-forgiving, he is capable of punishing and being stern when called for—a good balance on the scale of justice, shall we say (think of his reaction to Synkie and Peter! They tried to assassinate him so he acknowledges they should be justly punished, but he is also aware of the fact that they are children, and well, we all know that Jesse has a soft spot for children and animals due to his nature as a kind and caring older brother.) Jung Yeseo is a very good person and his kindness and gentle nature plays a big part in his personality, but he's so much more nuanced than his saintly image. Empress Fred even once said his stubbornness to win arguments reminded her of her husband! xD Yeseo is very smart, and while he has a better grip on his emotions than Cédric, he is dense in a comedic way (especially towards sexual advances + in terms of self-awareness) and can be awkward, but it's always enjoyable when people portray him with his snarkiness and subtle sharpness!

As for their dynamic as a whole, it's nice to remember that, while all three of them are adults above their mid-20s (Christelle is physically 19 but mentally in her 30s) they are also pretty childish for their age. It helps that the genre is lighthearted than other webnovels where each chara seems to be riddled with angst. CedJessChris' dynamic feels like three friends who have finally be set loose upon meeting each other, after a long life of hardships and shackles! They cause chaos and trouble, and feel very realistic in their friendship with the way they bond and have heart to hearts. Jesse is usually the mediator for CedChris' frenemies rivalry, but Cédric can also play the role of the only sane person when ChrisJess are up to their plotting shenanigans. And when CedJess fight, we can always count on Chris to be the one to set them straight, as well. They have a very balanced relationship!

I feel like I'm starting to go off way too long now LMFAOOJFJDKLD but yeah!!!!! A lot of what I've said are some of things that I try to keep in mind while writing, so I hope you might find them useful in any way, as well!! 😭👌 I'm curious about that something you say you're trying out 👀👀

#twsb #twsk asks #cedjesschris #asks #CJC are very complex charas so theres way more i can say about them haha #im worried i might end up writjng a bore so just this for now hahahhadkkjd

[jaskierx]

Honestly, I really admire (and am thankful for) the way you manage and handle those back and forth with some Izzy stans, I don't think I have the mental strength to entertain them myself.

I wasn't part of the fandom after season 1 aired, I watched it without engaging much and then kind of waited for season 2 to come out, so I had no idea such a divide had happened between Izzy stans and the rest of the fandom (glad I was oblivious to it ngl). All I know is that I hated Izzy’s guts and wanted him to get his just desert.

So yeah, I wasn’t a fan and I struggled forgiving him when season 2 started because the show was trying so hard to make him sympathetic (which I honestly couldn’t give two shits about at first, I wanted revenge), plus you’re right, Izzy got way too much screen time (which gave Izzy stans ammunitions to say “SEE!! Main character!!!”), but I did end up warming up to him by the time he died. I can even say I genuinely liked him.

BUT the journey to that point was sooo conflicting because some Izzy stans were also doing the absolute most in the main tag, painting Izzy as this angel who never did anything wrong and was terrorized by the monster Ed, and I was like????? Did season 1 happen??? Did I dream the whole season??? Did I watch a version from an alternate universe??? I was BAFFLED. I don't know who is that Izzy they're talking about, but it's not the one on my screen, that's for sure.

Then, Izzy died and the hardcore stans lost their shit (you know what I'm talking about) and they have seriously soured me to Izzy again. I want to like the character we had on screen, and I want to like his redemption arc. He was a great antagonist even if I hated him, and we owed him so much for all the shit he pulled in season 1, but the OTT takes and behaviors from stans I’ve seen have made me give up on him, which sucks. Maybe I’ll feel better about him in a few months, but right now, I can’t stand him, and I’ve blocked his tag everywhere (ao3 included, because, truly, fuck fanon Izzy, fuck him).

Hope it’s not too draining for you though, just writing this felt like screaming into the void, so I can’t imagine dealing with this on the daily. Take care!

hi anon i'm so glad you sent this bc i felt very similarly about izzy in s2. i didn't find him sympathetic at all. i didn't give a single shit that he was suffering from ed being in his kraken era bc he's the entire reason ed ended up like that in the first place. izzy was reaping what he sowed. seeing ed feeling so miserable broke my fucking heart and i can't stand any bullshit takes about 'izzy was protecting the crew from ed's abuse' or 'edizzy invented love confirmed' or whatever other nonsense his stans chose to take away from episodes 1-3.

i truly do not see izzy as a victim. i truly do not see ed as an abuser. sometimes i will start reading a post in the ofmd tag that refers to an 'abuser' and a 'victim' and i get halfway through the post and realise that the op has a completely opposite view of who is who than i do.

and as s2 progressed i just felt worse and worse about it like he was getting so much screentime and popping up all over the place and he'd absorbed a load of traits (from other characters that i'd have rather seen more of) bc the writers had to speedrun making him semi-likeable. i still haven't done a proper rewatch since the finale aired and i'm pretty sure i'll feel different watching it knowing he dies in ep8, but when eps 6-7 dropped i fucking hated every scene he was in and felt like he ruined some otherwise really lovely ed/stede moments like their breakfast in bed. izzy being cheered on for wearing drag and singing - the exact acts that caused him to threaten ed - feels exactly like the very common queer experience of seeing the homophobic kid who bullied you for being queer getting loads of support when they come out themselves.

and the takes that were coming out of the canyon at this time were absolutely wild, especially in relation to ed. people absolutely baying for blood, wanting to see him suffer, wanting his relationship with stede to suffer, wanting him to have to crawl across broken glass to repair his relationship with the crew, all while treating izzy as a protagonist who never did anything wrong.

so ngl i was delighted when he died. but mostly i was relieved that it was going to be over. i walked out of my circus tent with my clown makeup on believing that the canyon would yell for a bit and then slowly quiet down as people who claimed they'd be leaving the fandom if izzy died made good on their promise and fucked off.

and if anything they've got louder and more unhinged and are out here reinventing tjlc and harassing the writers and churning out the most rancid racist posts and writing obituaries that caused multiple people on twt to mistakenly think Actual Human Person con o'neill had died.

and on one hand i'm kind of glad that more people know what they're like now but god i really do feel for any izzy fans who have had their enjoyment of him ruined by the canyon. i really do think it's not the character that's polarising, it's the fandom response, in that most people who come in liking izzy end up either aligning with the canyon or getting so fucking fed up of the canyon that they don't like him anymore. and both of those are a shame tbh because he is very well acted and well written, especially in s1, and i wish i could've enjoyed his scenes and felt the emotional payoff of his death

anyway. sorry for writing you 1 billion words. ily ❤️

#asks #anon #the izcourse #izzy critical #absolutely no sarcasm - i really love that my askbox has become a Place For Screaming over the past few days #it ticks all my boxes bc i love attention and i love talking about my opinions. win win

[xenon-demon]

After my original musings on the Streamers!Stobin & Deranged Fic Author!Eddie AU (post linked here), here are some more thoughts, Ronance Edition:

In this universe Nancy is also a streamer who uses Nancy Keene as her professional name (in reference to the pseudonym used by the authors of the Nancy Drew books, Carolyn Keene), except her content revolves around political commentary and reporting on whatever major news is breaking on the internet. She focuses on correcting misinformation and providing reputable sources for things, since we all love purposefully spreading misinformation on the internet (surely we all know the meme I’m referencing), mainly so that when she issues or accepts a challenge to publicly debate someone she knows she’ll aboslutely wipe the floor with them. Her political commentary is pretty iron-clad as well, to the point where it just makes the conservatives look bad when they say she doesn’t know what she’s talking about because not only is it obvious she does, but she probably wrote the book that everyone else learns about it from.

So Nancy Wheeler is usually very no-nonsense in her content. The most casual her streams ever get is when she’s doing a Q&A stream and might deign to answer a couple of questions about her personal life, as opposed to her political leanings or thoughts on journalism-related topics.

This is why no one really knows how to handle it when she pops up as a special guest on BirdBox_’s twitch stream. What’s more, they’re playing Minecraft together, and Robin is busy building their base and making it look all pretty while Nancy goes charging into the mines for resources.

Neither of them address it for the entire two hour stream, just acting like it’s totally normal and common for them to collaborate together like this - and from the way they’re interacting, they’re clearly close. There’s a few moments that come across as awkward, where Nancy makes a joke that Robin laughs just a bit too hard at, or Robin rambles on about something the way she does and Nancy’s response comes in too late, her webcam showing she’d just zoned out and stared at her screen. These moments are outnumbered by the number of times they genuinely thrive in conversation, such as bouncing off each other and one-upping a joke until they both get killed by a creeper because they got distracted laughing. (Nancy was so mad about that one, she had 10 diamonds in her inventory that just got lost forever.)

Seeing how well they get on, and how much they’re both clearly enjoying it, both Nancy and Robin’s fans decide to just roll with it. There’s a healthy subset of Nancy’s fans who have wanted to get to know her a bit beyond her professional persona and hope she doesn’t feel pressured to only make that kind of content, and Robin’s fans are enjoying seeing a different side of her to the one that comes out with Steve. It’s a win-win-win; the fans get some great content, and Nancy and Robin get to spend some quality time together and get paid to do so. Fantastic.

Afterwards, Robin is an absolute mess, obsessively watching and rewatching the VOD and bemoaning how obviously smitten she looks. She won’t stop on her own, so Steve has to hide her laptop in the one place she’ll never look for it - the drawer in his bedroom containing his sex paraphernalia. (Which is really not as exciting as that makes it sound; Steve wishes he was having sex even a fraction as wild as some of the stuff his fans imagined him doing, but then just getting laid at all would be a good place to start. It’s hard out here for the hopeless romantics who want to get laid but are sick of it not meaning anything.)

Meanwhile Nancy, nearly a thousand miles away in Boston, has her sights set on a brand new mystery to solve; is Robin Buckley an appreciator of women? Does she by any chance kiss girls? How does she feel about the colors orange and pink, especially when there’s a white stripe in between them? Or the colors pink purple and blue for that matter, but Nancy’s already bringing those ones to the table. She’s absolutely not letting herself entertain any thoughts of what might happen if Robin is gay, since that would just be setting herself up for disappointment if she’s not. The internet seems convinced she’s dating her roommate-and-best-friend-and-business-partner, but Nancy’s never trusted the internet’s popular opinion before and she’s not about to start now.

Robin and Nancy keep streaming together. The ones on Robin’s channel are them playing games like Overcooked, Animal Crossing, a tonne of Minecraft (which Steve joins in on eventually and keeps building the ugliest houses ever), and on a few notable occasions It Takes Two. The streams on Nancy’s channel are less frequent, and usually consist of Robin popping in for a Q&A stream, but there’s been a few times where they’ll bounce back and forth off of each other in one of Nancy’s political commentary streams.

Before long people start shipping them. It’s mainly Robin’s fans, since Nancy’s fans are not the fandom type of people, but with all these new streams Nancy’s been doing with Robin she’s starting to build that sort of audience for herself as well. Robin is equal parts thrilled and mortified, because oh my god they think I should date my crush and are writing stories about me doing just that this is the best day of my life, but also oh my GOD poor Nancy must hate this and is never going to stream with me again. She doesn’t calm down about it until Nancy is asked about it on stream a couple of weeks after the shipping started to get really out of control - and that was all thanks to someone deciding to @ Robin and Nancy on twitter under a thread where someone had written an absolutely deranged fanfiction about them through the medium of fake social media screenshots.

(Nancy takes a long sip from her cup of tea before reading out the next question from her chat window. “Dear Nancy, how do you feel about being shipped with BirdBox_? Or people writing about you? Because BirdBox_ gets that sort of thing a lot but you haven’t had to state any boundaries about it before.”

Nancy hums to herself. “That’s a good question. You’re right, I haven’t had this kind of audience before - not that I mind, I love Robin’s fans and I’m so thrilled you’ve all seemed to welcome me in to your space.” Nancy leans back in her chair and looks off into the middle distance, her foot absentmindedly spinning her chair a little as she thinks. “I would say... it’s ultimately up to Robin. As you said, she has experience with this, and I trust her. Whatever she says her boundaries are, I have the same ones.”

Nancy looks back at the camera and smiles, pleased with her answer. After a moment, however, her eyes widen and she rushes to add, “And don’t make sexually explicit or inflammatory content about me, but I would hope that’s obvious enough that you wouldn’t do it anyway. And I would hope Robin’s told you not to do that too.”)

If Nancy’s quietly thrilled that people think she should date Robin, and is using this as a way to put the ball in Robin’s court about how she feels about dating another woman (maybe even dating Nancy specifically?), then that’s Nancy’s business and Nancy’s business alone.

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I am not from the US, I know nothing about the country except what I learned from having a hyperfixation on Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance, all I know is according to google Emerson has a Boston campus so badda bing badda boom that’s where Nancy is. Stobin meanwhile live in Chicago, and I haven’t decided where Eddie is yet but my gut says Indianapolis. Actually yeah after thinking about this for five seconds I’ve decided, Eddie & the CC boys are from Indianapolis and grew up there.

Also for context, the gang (Steve, Robin, Nancy, the Party, basically everyone but Eddie and the CC boys) did still go to high school together in Hawkins only for the older teens to move away for college/to live their lives away from the shackles of rural midwest America. Upon finding out they all became streamers/internet content creators, Nancy reached out to Robin and Steve to say “hey, I don’t know if you remember me from high school, but I remember you!” and things snowballed from there until they became friends. (I haven’t decided if Steve and Nancy just never dated in this AU, or if they did and it was significantly less of a big deal due to the lack of Upside Down trauma. Plus I’m imagining them in their early-to-mid twenties here so even if they did date they’ve had longer to get over it.)

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #ronance au #charlie writes things #stranger things fic #ronance fic #this AU also involves steddie but they're not talked about here #and steve gets a mention but not enough of one to warrant a tag i don't think #streamer au #streamer!robin buckley #streamer!nancy wheeler #ronance modern au

[tadfools]

What do you think are the best subclasses for each companion? (More character wise tgan mechanically)

Totally not asking because I don't know what to give to Lae'zel and Astarion

I don't want to say these are the best choices because they're probably not but this is what I do from a story perspective (I also multiclass everybody because I have the multiclass mod which allows you to go past level 12 and bumps up the ex so you can get more levels throughout the story. I also slide my mans Withers several platinum at different points)

There's going to be spoilers in this but I'll keep them vague or things you find out early on xx

I multiclass Lae'zel as a monk after she gets her shit kicked by somehting at the and of act 1. She's the most experienced fighter throughout the group so her fighter subclass is battlemaster and her monk subclass is way the opened hand

Astarion I used a subclass as an assassin but my dark urge is a sorcerer/rogue who takes that subclass because she's terrifying and I love having it fit with the characters who refer to durge as an assassin. I now have him as an arcane trickster because high elves have a natural affinity with magic. I multiclass him as a college of swords bard because we all know how good this man is at putting on a show

Sweet baby Wyll I keep as a just a warlock until the end of act two when a certain someone gets rescued then i multiclass him as a eldritch knight fighter not only because I want to break him free of Mizora but because I like the idea of my sorcerer teaching him a thing or two

Mama K gets the wild magic subclass because I love the idea of her taking her rage and crafting it into something beautiful I'm multiclass her as a champion fighter becuase she was a champion of Zariel And I feel like the description fits my low intelligence angel 'You approach the complex problems posed by combat with one distinctly effective solution - you hit those problems, really quite hard.'

Shadowheart Is my favorite companion to respec especially after finishing act two and make a few certain choices involving saving the night song. Originally she's in the trickery domain but with Withers' help I change her to a life cleric after act 2, I multiclass her as an oath of the ancients paladin at that point as well. My baby girl is a healer, at a certain point I don't think she wants to hurt anyone anymore

I keep Gale as an evoker cause I think he makes a few references to that school of magic more than the others. He's the only base companion I don't like multiclassing but I do so the mod i use doesn't break (with it you need to have at least 1 level in something else or it will crash trying to go past 12)

Halsin is also goes in the 'i dont like multiclassing' catagory but i give him the circle of the moon subclass So he can pop off as a bear whenever he wants

Minthara (I also have a mod that allows you to have her in act 2 at the same time as Halsin but I haven't gotten there yet with m current play through so I'm not sure if it works yet) I haven't spent any time with her as a companion but Since she is a paladin of Lolth/The Absolute I give her the oath of conquest which is a mod you can get here. Without it she would have vengeance I think. I multiclass her as a berserker barbarian

Jaheira, my grandmama, I change the class of entirely, making her a gloom stalker ranger who multi-classes as a druid so she can have wild shape

Minsc Is a beast master ranger who multi-classes as a wildheart barbarian

I'm inviting other folks to add tags on what they do to help anon out xx

#baldur’s gate 3 #asks for bee #i hope this was a little bit helpful!! #this is just what i do but you gotta feel it in your heart #fair warning i didnt proofread any of this #baldur’s gate iii #bg3 #lae'zel #astarion #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #gale dekarios #minthara #halsin #jaheira #minsc

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hm... Ok I know you said you've been craving Greasy smut this week... Buuuut

Imagine seeing Wheezy all pissed off. Not just annoyed or frustrated. So you offer to distract him from whatever got him so riled up. Either you or he makes the suggestion of making him feel better in ~other ways~

Or, for the Y/N's with an angry sex kink or a brat tamer kink. Imagine purposefully getting him riled up. Not in extreme ways necessarily, cause if it did you know he's just going to leave you alone. But eventually, either you find the right time to strike or Wheezy finds out what you're trying to do and decides 'Fuck it. You owe me anyway.' And takes his frustrations out on you like you wanted.

Ok bye now-

'Fuck it. You owe me anyway'

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i need a moment.

Okay okay I didn't know how to respond to this, because anything Wheezy related makes me combust a little, but I thought it would be fun to do a little excerpt of reader suggesting he take it out on them and also one of him asking to do it, like you said. So that's below. ^^

Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Excerpts

Plot: One where reader suggests Wheezy take his frustrations out on them and he agrees, and one where he asks them to help him. (Though the first one kinda encases both of those right off the bat- the second one is kind of like a bonus I guess XD )

Warnings: Wheezy being very very upset and sexual references. Some touching. Unedited.

It was very evident that Wheezy had reached the end of his tether. His smokes had done everything they could do for him, he had sucked every last modicum of calm from them already dealing with Smartass and Greasy all day being particularly frustrating and now he was just ticking bomb covered in jitters and plagued with a racing mind. He was silent, but the way he was staring at the wall and clenching his jaw around 3 cigarettes told you everything you needed to know.

"-Wheezy, come on. You're done today." You say gently, touching his hand gently and guiding him carefully away from the group- away to the quiet sanctuary of his room. Luckily for you, he followed you without a word, eyes downcast and still silent.

You always worry about him when he gets like this, especially since Wheezy is not unthreatening. He's tall and his muscles may not be swollen but they're tough like stone, and when he clenches his fists like he is you can see the tendons in his forearms- you get the terrible, grim feeling that if he punched someone, their was a good chance they would not get up again.

Wheezy does not look any more relaxed when the door closes behind his back, no relieved puff of smoke breathed out; he just stands in middle of the room and when you creep around him and peer at his eyes you can see he's so pent-up he cant even keep his gaze straight. His head isn't moving but his steely eyes flicker restlessly in the dark all over the floor, searching for something to stare at and calm down, and you swear a muscle in his jaw is going to pop.

"Wheezy?... "

He doesn't respond. He doesn't even glance at you- which is bad. Even when Wheezy has been madder then mad, almost losing his shit entirely, he would give you a glance to reassure you. He would be careful to spare you a second's consideration before he disappeared into his mind. But right now...

"... Okay- Wheezy?" Taking a step forward into him, you put your hands on his upper arms and hold him firmly; tilting your head to still see his eyes. "What can I do? Do you want me to go?"

He budges then, terrifying glacier-eyes flashing up to you and looking furious. No, then. That would be a no. He wants you- needs you, to stay. Carefully, ever-so-softly, you reach up and lovingly lay your knuckles along either side of his jaw. You feel like you're trying to calm a wild boar, the look in his eyes are wild. "... I wanna help you so bad, love, but I don't kn- "

As you stare deeply into your usually-chill (Albeit-really-anxious)-seeming lover, you have an idea dawn on you. Wheezy has never really been one for physical affection, he prefers to show he cares through actions- doing the right thing by you- but you think... maybe... right now, this man needs an outlet for his feelings. The smokes aren't doing it right now, so...

When you take your hands off of him, take a deep breath, and slip your fingers into the waistband of his pants then, testing the waters, he actually flinches. The first unprompted, non-monotonous movement he's made for the past 2 hours since he snapped during the last job- and you think you've done something wrong. That was the wrong move. Quickly you slip your hands away and raise them by your head like I'm sorry, my bad, I wont touch you I promise. "Sorry- "

"Don't." His voice is without tone and sits at a reasonable volume that you truly do not expect and so almost miss it. But its the first thing he's said since he fell into this state, and to your further surprise Wheezy reaches for one of your wrists and very purposefully, full of determination, carries it back down. Right to his crotch though this time, and he presses your palm into his bulge which you're surprised to feel is hot and throbbing under your touch. "... I need you."

Quickly nodding, you lean over carefully and graze your lips against his cheek; applying pressure to his cock that makes him sigh.

All damn day, these fucking assholes have been out of line. Completely out of- fuck. Wheezy cant even think, he's so pissed. Cant put together simple sentences in his head, much less outload. Smartass says something to him, he heard it (As a muffled garble through his raging thoughts and the blood pumping extra fucken loud inside his ears rather then actual words) but he's plain just not interested.

He needs to find- he's gotta see-

The only thing that doesn't feel like its setting Wheezy's lungs on fire right now is thinking about you- your skin, your weight, your lips on him. If he stops picturing you squeezing his cock like a wrench he's going to explode- he might, anyway, if he doesn't find your ass. Where the fuck are you right now??

He doesn't want to be this way with you, he sure as hell doesn't want you to feel intimidated into having sex with him, and he has tried to stay away. Leave you alone. Wait until he's a little more in control. But he made the mistake of remembering how it feels to be sunk in you and now he has to at least try to ask.

When he finally storms down the hallway and finds you in his room (Why didn't he fucken check here before?), Wheezy feels actual relief rush through him just seeing you- like a ton of bricks. Its not gonna be enough, but it feels good for a second. Your eyes lift from the book you're looking through and fuck they drive him mad, especially when you tilt your head to the side all-cute like that and ask him if he's okay? cuz he must look insane right fucken now.

He closes the door but he doesn't take his hand off the doorknob, clenching it in his fist like it could hold him back off you while he just asks. You repeat yourself for him, laying your book down next to you on the bed, and then say his name in that sweet voice, Wheezy, and he has to close his eyes. Squeeze them shut a moment, gather is thoughts. His control.

"Doll... "

"Mm?"

"... I don' wantya to feel l'ke ya don' have a choice, but I-... " He takes a deep breath through his nose, letting his eyes open up again but just looking at the ground in front of him. Not you. You'll set him off and he doesn't wanna scare you. "I've hadda... pr'tty long day... " Yeah, 'long'. That'll work. "And... "

He makes the mistake of looking up, because he can't help himself he's gotta look at you, and damnit you look so worried. Sweet thing- you don't deserve this shit. "Wheezy?... " You say it again, and he grits his teeth so hard he hears it.

"Babydoll I needta fuck you. Rough. Please- just- " He huffs out a sigh, really stuggling to stay where he is and not just throw you over the side of his bed and hold you there. Your pretty eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up, fully intrigued, and he tries not to smirk (A feat that's only possible due to the turmoil brewing inside him right now). He does. But goddamn- Thank god you're such a little freak. "Couldja... couldja be up, for that?"

"Come over here already, Wheezy."

He's across the room in two seconds flat.

#uhhh these were supposed to be like 5 sentences max but um. #bill moseley has been all over my pinterest since yesterday so this just got away from me... 😅😅 #also i just love writng wheezy ^^ #I hope you like these! #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Excerpt #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Excerpt

[numetalpuppygirl]

what i'm listening to 2/5/2023 (song notes under cut)

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Radiohead - You And Whose Army?: this is just here as a placeholder to let you know that i'm still listening to amnesiac on repeat, especially since i got the cd. at this point it's become a contender for numero uno on march's album ranking. stay tuned, folks

Carpenters - Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft (The Recognized Anthem Of World Contact Day): #ToddGirlMoment. the carpenters are such a fascinating duo to look at with the heavy amount of retrospect we have access to now, and this is such a strange little blip in their discography. a warm, swelling progressive space rock anthem from the nicest little pair of easy-listening siblings in the world. karen carpenter was truly one of the finest vocalists of the time, and she brought this song to life in such an electrifying way... <3

RAYE - Escapism. (feat. 070 Shake): a few of you may have already seen me raving about this song but like. SERIOUSLY. this is an unbelievably good pop song, full to the brim with hooks. even if i don't relate to the lyrics in any way, i'm just pleasantly in awe of the polish on the thing

Godsmack - Voodoo: links to this post. even their shittiest songs are shitty in a way that pleases my ears

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz): HE WAS KINDA RIGHT is all i'm saying..... like yeah man buy the cheap secondhand clothes and look fresh as hell doing it....... i've had mackle on the brain since i found out he's coming back. i'm all for it, i feel like white rappers are getting a little too comfortable with taking themselves seriously. like jack harlow wants us to believe that he's fucking or whatever. macklemore's gonna set everything straight

Cats Millionaire - Other Twilight: i can't even talk about this song it just makes me cry. that is not a joke i'm literally like a twilight kin or whatever and this song sees me in an uncomfortably real way. anyways

Iron Butterfly - In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida: i was watching the one hit wonderland episode about this band and it just kind of overtook me. that happens a lot. #ToddGirlMoment. anyway this is such a great and boring piece of 60s doomy psychedelia, with an awesome riff and countless minutes of pointless solos. it kind of sucks but it definitely rips

Lil Yachty - the BLACK seminole.: i still don't fully know how to feel about this album. the critical community seems to be rejecting it, saying that it's a shame to see so many rappers try to "escape" their own genre. i think there's truth to that, but i also think this is just such a wild left turn of an album that it doesn't only feel like an escape attempt, and i think it's a little unfair to yachty to treat it as such. there's some decent material on here! and this opening track specifically just has such a great vibe, even if it is derivative

Snot - Snooze Button: this band/vocalist are revered on r/numetal but i've yet to really get into them. upon hearing this song, though, i was sold. nu metal that's properly pissed off about encroachment upon workers' rights? like ya even gotta ask

Maneskin - Gossip (feat. Tom Morello): this album fucking SUCKED and not in a fun way like i usually talk about here. i'm really disappointed in this band, though not so much surprised. anyway this single got stuck in my head, and i really like tom morello's signature guitar tone, so here it is. don't listen to the record

Lil Yachty - Poland: it's just silly innit. here's a draft i was gonna post at one point: "some people will praise the new class of rappers that have 'punk energy' and then get so mad when rap demos that are clearly rough around the edges or even unfinished become big hits. sorry baby seems like maybe you aren't as keen on raw, scrappy punk energy as you thought" <referring to this song and "just wanna rock" by lil uzi

Powerman 5000 - Operate, Annihilate: insert post that just says "powerman 5000." these guys were such a fun band, man. if you ever happen to encounter this album ("Tonight The Stars Revolt") in the real world, pick it up and have a look at the inside. it's styled as like a retro magazine with all kinds of awesome cyberpunk stuff, it's sooo cool. this is one of my favorite album tracks, the whole record is pretty solid

Die Spitz - Grip: screaming furious riot garage punk for puppy girls. love it love it. i wrote a review of this ep on rateyourmusic but i can't figure out how to copy a link so. suffer in ignorance

Chuck Berry - Roll Over Beethoven: did i make a post about this? i don't think i did. but i didn't save the draft either. here's the thing: the beatles covered this on one of their early albums. and it was SHIT. it's such a raucous classic rock banger, written and performed by a legend, and after hearing the terrible cover it makes me appreciate the original that much more

Bailey Zimmerman - Rock and A Hard Place: i'm telling you, listening to all this top 40 is normiefying me. feels kinda good actually. did you know that normies are happy sometimes? like just naturally? it's crazy. anyway i've been enjoying a bit of pop country recently, and you may have also seen me having nice words for newcomer bailey zimmerman. we'll see if it lasts

U2 - Mysterious Ways: nothing to say. catchy song. it's like this band is good sometimes or something.

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Black: man this album sucked too... but what a rager of an opening track. that weird scream thing he does at the beginning is so stupid, i love it. i'll never listen to this album again

the pillows - Strange Chameleon: as featured in hit yuri manga "hello, melancholic." READ IT. i also think it's really interesting to hear a damn solid britpop record from a japanese band

this isn't strictly music but i've also been watching some old-school mtv programming. felt noteworthy. okay bye

#*char noises* #talking pop

[marisferasiop]

Jake smooths the beard balm over their chin, reaching for the boar brush to smooth it out.

Professor-like, Layla had called it while she curled her fingers into it, drawing them close.

Yeah, well, it's not Layla we're trying to impress.

"It will be fine! Estebi shouldn't be the only one controlling how we look." Jake tics half his mouth up in a grin at the flat glare he receives for the nickname of their other alter who is currently still sleeping, coiled tightly around a pillow in the shared space.

Jake rolls his eyes. He washes off their hands, scrunches their hair dry, runs some product into the curls he and Steven have been letting get a little wild. He can tell Marc's going to go have it trimmed back the next time he fronts. Maybe Steven will prevent that for a while after today.

In Steven's boxers, Jake goes out to their closet and selects a wild patterned shirt, chinos and loafers, a plain jacket, a belt. He dresses efficiently. He goes and finds Steven's glasses left discarded on a stack of books and puts them in the breast pocket of the shirt. He feeds the fish, grabs the (vegan) lunch he'd packed last night, and brews a quick travel cuppa. He picks through the messenger bag and makes sure it's stocked of all the little weird things Steven likes to have on hand. Pens and folders and a few slim reference books.

"Good luck," Layla calls, stretching cat-like on the bed, still languid and well-fucked.

He goes to her, leaning down for a kiss. "I'm sure he'll tell you all about it this evening," Jake grins, taking them to the door. "Prepare your ears, corazón!" He smiles again at her chuckle and locks the door behind them, going down to the bus stop.

He hops on the prescribed bus, riding it to Leicester Square and then getting on the tube to his destination: a small, privately-owned museum attached to an old gentleman's club which is badly in need of a curator and preservationist.

"Ah, Mr Grant! Good morning!" Mr Thomas, a curved old septuagenarian, steps from behind the small counter, greeting Jake (miming Steven's gestures and voice perfectly, as he does) genially.

Marc rolls his eyes fondly from a reflection nearby. He's still a little awestruck at how well Jake can mimic them, despite now knowing that he's been doing it their whole plural life. Of course he's good at it. To distract himself, Marc glances around the first floor.

The little museum is jam-packed with displays and wall hangings that seem wildly placed at first. More modern sketched art is right next to chunks of Hadrian's Wall; journals from the Great War are in displays that butt up to a heavily-chipped inner sarcophagus with a pile of linen inside.

Steven's going to lose it when they wake him up.

The operator, a great-nephew of the original collector (thief, Jake had growled internally, but that can be dealt with later), an amateur archaeologist himself (though he maily sticks to the island nation now) leads Jake around the museum. He is very happily nattering on about the displays and how he knows things need to be reordered, he's so happy to have a hand, especially from a young man who seems to have some genuine interest, etc cetera.

Marc tunes out, goes back in their mind to sit carefully beside Steven in the shared-mind bed. Jake had been scouting this place for weeks, talking to Marc about it behind Steven's back while their cherished third sifted, bored and let-down, through employment ads and mindlessly endless online applications. Jake had even gone in and talked to Mr Thomas a few times, "as Steven," to get a feel of the place and the man.

He listens to Jake talk to the old man before he's shown to a smallish room. An office.

That's his cue.

"Steven," Marc murmurs, carding through his hair. "Wake up."

Inhaling deeply, Steven stirs, stretches, and turns over. "Hmmmmwot?"

"Get up. Jake has a surprise." Steven's eyes blink open, curiosity piqued. His head pops up, glancing around.

"Where is he?"

Marc tips his chin upward. "Fronting. You're gonna have to take over in a minute."

"Oh," Steven yawns, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "What're you two up to?" He squints at Marc, suspicious at Marc's smile, and tunes in to listen.

"--few old texts that will probably need a good seeing to, as well as some lacquering projects. But this big boy here needs to be re-fibred and lacquered first, it's the oldest thing here as far as we know. Although you may dispute that!" A chuckle breaks the speech of an old, affected Holyrood accent. Steven frowns and glances at Marc.

"He's up!" Marc yells, smirking a bit.

Jake clears their throat. "Ah- if you'll let me settle a moment I'll get right on that inspection, Mr Thomas," he says, setting the messenger bag and Steven's lunch on the desk. The old man nods happily and bows out, closing the door, and Jake sighs.

"Alright Estebi, you're up hermanito," Jake sits in the desk chair and feels a firm tug behind his eyes as Marc shove a very curious Steven to the front. They rush to the nearest reflective surface to watch him take it in.

Steven blinks down at the desk in front of him, dark hardwood and leather, and the glint of gold and silver tools and hardware scattered in holders over the surface. He frowns and glances around the room, eyes dropping wide. There is a washing tub and lighted adjustable-tilt table for re-threading books, pints of handmade laquer and stains on a shelf. There are containers of pepper dust and fibre-filled glues. There is a massive floor-to-ceiling bookshelf laden with a range of very old and almost-new tomes and volumes. It smells like history and old paper and sealant and dust. He touches the tools reverently, inspects the washing tub and table, clicking the light on and off curiously, shakes the various containers and holds them to the window for the natural light.

"W... Where are we?" He finally asks, slackjawed, taking in the titles on the books with their head turned sideways.

Jake grins proudly. "The private museum at the Kincaid club, established 1887 and filled by an amateur archaeologist. Managed by his great- nephew. It's a historian's candy shop."

"And nightmare," Marc mutters, peering at the clutter even within the office. It reminds him immediately of Steven's flat before he started organizing it.

"But-- why?"

"It's your new job. I mean, if you want it. He pays well- he's retiring and his kids aren't interested in operating it, so it's basically yours to clean up and run."

Steven whips around and stares at them in shock. "WHAT?"

Marc snorts, happy at the reaction. "Told you," he elbows Jake, who's still grinning. "Jake got you the job, buddy. What do you think?"

Steven drops back down into the desk chair, overcome. "Jake," he tears up, fingering the strap of his bag that has drooped down to his knees.

"Awwww. Have fun, hermanito. You can gush at us later; I already warned Layla," Jake chuckles, stepping out of the glass of a photo frame on the wall. After a moment, Marc winks at Steven and follows, leaving him to explore the little museum for the first time.

#d23 was disappointing so here #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #drabble #vignette

[leyswhumpdump]

Hidden Ink #9: Tree Climbing

Masterlist

Tropes and CWs: Hunter caretaker, hunting references, heights, rescue.

The air smelled fresh after the storm, that same petrichor scent Mika knew so intimately. The clouds had rolled past and taken the humidity with them; now, aside from the dampness underfoot, everything felt dry and a whole lot less unpleasant. Birds sang from a tree that had lost branches to the wind.

The morning was looking promising. Mika set off with bow in hand, resolving to get the traps checked and the firewood chopped before noon. He didn’t like to think too hard about whatever he’d ensnared; the storm would have panicked an already-terrified animal into fits of madness. Part of this concern was for his traps, but capturing Ari had spun a new perspective into his prey’s final moments. He hoped he’d only find animals, and not another screaming human.

He should have found out from Ari whether more visitors were to be expected. But since it had been a few days, and Ari hadn’t indicated he’d had company in the forest, he assumed it was just the one. That still surprised him. Surviving alone was never an easy task, and for all Ari’s biting and hissing he did not strike Mika as wild at heart. Perhaps he had not travelled as far as Mika had first thought. Perhaps there were more humans a little way beyond the zone Mika had explored. Somehow the thought brought no comfort.

To Mika’s disappointment, his previous luck did not shine through in today’s snares. One had gone missing, wrenched free by the throes of a desperate animal. A storm-felled tree blocked access to another. The rest lay empty, with the exception of a wandering-fowl that had been hacked at by a fox. No fresh meat, then. Back to the jerky, and whatever berries Ari had managed to scavenge.

Sending Ari to pick berries had seemed like a good idea at the time. Bushes aplenty surrounded the cabin, and the fruits of late summer were ripening. Ari had been putting a little more weight on his leg, capable of walking if only at a limp. Mika had seen how deep the teeth had cut and knew the recovery process would take more than a few days, but he’d been impressed with Ari’s resilience. He’d had that resilience in mind when he’d shown Ari where to find the berry bushes.

“Mourasta,” Ari had remarked, as Mika squashed red juices from one of the berries. “Uh… safe?”

“Dja. Yavan.” Mika popped one on his tongue to show him. Ari followed suit, immediately retching at the sourness. “Yeah, they’re… My dad always said they were really good for you, but definitely an acquired taste.”

Ari stared dubiously at the bushes.

“Don’t go too far. And if your leg…” Mika thought it best to make his meaning plain with a gesture. “Hurts. Go back to the cabin and wait for me there.”

Now as he thought about his earlier instructions, Mika felt his confidence began to wane. Not really his confidence in Ari, but his confidence in their communication. It would be so easy for Ari to get lost, or misunderstand what Mika wanted him to do. And although Mika had never seen wild boar especially close to the cabin, he’d sometimes seen young aggressive bucks with new-grown antlers. Ari would struggle to get away if something decided to cause trouble.

Mika sighed. Normally he’d check on a couple of old snares a ten-minute walk off the beaten track, but he found himself leaving those alone and following the homeward path instead. Once he was back at the clearing, he made a quick scan of the surrounding trees in an attempt to reassure himself.

No one there.

“Ari?” he called. A startled crow flapped from a branch above his head. “Ari?”

When he heard nothing back, he moved faster. The grass here was almost knee-high, and he tried not to think of the snakes and ticks that could be lurking. “Ari!”

“Mika!” The response was faint, drawn out into an almost-scream.

Mika hurried through the grass as fast as he could, wading as though he were in water, desperately seeking out the sound. He got himself within some kind of radius, hearing Ari’s shouts more clearly now, but saw him nowhere. “Ari, where are you?”

“Voika, vabrastki.” The voice seemed a little more subdued now, hailing from skywards. Mika looked up and saw a huddled shape, clinging to a tree trunk at least fifteen feet off the ground. The branch Ari was standing on was wobbling alarmingly. “Mika…”

“What the—you’ve gotta be kidding me. How did you even get up there?” Mika searched for a good foothold and found only the tiniest of knots in the trunk. Ari and his small toes must have had an advantage there. Hurriedly Mika unlaced his boots. “Stay where you are.”

The last time he’d climbed a tree, it had not gone well for him. Mika remembered the occasion well. He’d been searching nests for eggs, and had come up against a furious mother bird. Come to think of it, it might have been this tree. Something about the configuration of branches seemed uncomfortably familiar. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll want to fall out of this one.”

Ari’s face, shockingly white, peered between the leaves. “Mika.”

“Hey, calm down a bit, it’s okay. Look at this branch here.” Mika patted it, relieved to find it barely wobbled. “You just need to drop onto it and you’ll be fine.”

Ari hesitated, staring at Mika’s hand. Slowly he uncurled himself, though his own fingers held death-grips on anything they could find. The branch gave a huge shake as his balance shifted, and he screamed. “Shit!”

Sorry and shit. Definitely a repertoire that reflected his teacher. Mika stretched out his arm in the vain hope he might be able to break Ari’s fall. “Just take it slowly.”

By the time Ari was on the lower branch, he was shaking worse than the leaves he’d disturbed. He grabbed Mika’s arm hard enough to bruise, refusing to let go even as Mika’s own balance tilted. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Come on, you’re doing well.” Mika tried to keep his voice encouraging, even though his own palms were sweating. “Next branch.”

They eventually came to a stop about seven feet off the ground, sitting together on the lowest of the large branches. Mika patted Ari’s shoulder. “Last bit now.”

In the end, Mika ended up going first. Ari hesitated for so long Mika thought he might not drop at all. It was only when Mika held up his arms to catch him that he slid off the branch and landed hard against Mika’s chest. For a few seconds there was no sound except winded breathing; Ari may not have weighed much, but the impact was still more than Mika had been expecting. “You okay, Ari?”

He nodded into Mika’s shoulder. Mika set him gently on the ground, away from the exposed tree roots. “Why did you go up there in the first place?” he said.

Ari mimed shading his eyes.

“Scouting? Seeing? Were you looking for something?” A sudden realisation. “Did you want to see where we were? How far away you were?”

Ari stared blankly.

“All right then,” Mika said, and looked back towards the cabin. “If that’s the case, let’s go inside. I think I’ve got something you might be interested in.”

Part 10

Taglist: @heart4brains @mechanical-caracal @the-blind-one-speaks @thegreatwhodini @wolfeyedwitch

#whump #whump writing #caretaker pov #tree climbing #rescuing the kitten #hidden ink #original post

[a-student-out-of-time]

//Goodness, so many comments from this arc I'm not even sure where to start but I guess I'll start off with saying;

//Thank you all for the comments and I really have to thank to everyone who work on this with me and Mod Honey - it was a wild ride and probably one of the best arcs that I really got to enjoy to viewing and working on it too!

The idea with this arc and what I feel could be interesting, is the idea of having certain parents that attended Hope's Peak from years ago being the focus; showing what has change, what they are doing now and just proving that not every parent is a total scumbag (which we know Emina and Ayato sure are. 8P) so planning on the rest of Shinji, Tenmei and Hitoshi's Classmates along with what they are doing currently and given they are a class from the 80's, y'know there was going to be a bunch of 80's references popping up. xD

Now where did the idea of the musical came up? Well, I think this started back when the idea of this arc came up, I brought up the joke of Kyoka would sing 'revenge party' and then Bubbles was like; 'Hey, let's make this into a musical!' And well, that's where we hit it off. 8P

When it came to Masa and Akira, I feel there would be a place where Masa screw up and no, I wouldn't even say she did it intentionally - it's pretty much a case where someone would need to be truth told which while yes, many would disagree with it - it does make the most sense and it would show that she's not that different from Nikei and one may question why, well... I think the difference is that Masa doesn't let her past defy her or really let it get to her, Nikei however does let his past effect him thus his rivalry with Masa could be seen as a form of jealously.

Now with Makoto; a thing with Makoto that I find surprising with many of those that are fans of him fail to notice certain flaws and issues with him - like yeah, he's the Ultimate Hope but he is surely not perfect and let's be honest, if you were a normal guy like him and you just learning all this, I think it be quite overwhelming especially if told your going to be this Ultimate Hope if you ask me.

Last we go to is Hitoshi; I felt that the idea of having someone you wouldn't expect to save the person that was going to die was something I was really looking forward to - I'm glad that people were quite surprise with Hitoshi being the savior because sure having Iroha, Rumi, Masa or Harumi save her would had some reasoning but no - instead having it be the person who not only got enroll in the same matter as Emina but even him putting a stop to her just felt fitting.

Also Iroha... honestly, if asking me; Iroha was honest to god, the best part of this whole arc and I'm happy to see how she turn out in this entire blog, it really shows how much she has grown as a person and even see her standing up to her parents plus saving her siblings really was a shining moment here and I feel that while this arc does close the chapter on a lot of Iroha's issues, I will say it surely won't be the end of Iroha's character arc - far from it. ^^

//Now... what is coming up next? Well, I'm looking forward to it, as say a lot of the questions that have been floating around will get answer and of course those that were getting pissed at Sunako's behavior, well... I think this arc is going to explain a lot so hope you enjoy the next arc. - Mod Poi from NWPM

//Yeah, a lot of things we touched on in this arc and it was really fun across the board ^^

#mod talks #a student out of time

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

WIP game: going for the food. Pina colada, lunchbox, and barbecue.

I already did Pina Colada for @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic!

Lunchbox is set in the X-Treme X-Men Era-ish that ran during 2013 when current world Scott Summers wound up dimension traveling with James Howlett, who was married to Hercules. Kurt Waggoner, age 13 (I believe, maybe 14) wound up traveling with them. Scott also met a few alternate versions of himself, one a Wild West sheriff and another a black Union soldier.

This fic, however, is about Howlett and Hercules as co-dads of Kurt Waggoner after 616 Scott returns to his own reality. Scott Summers, Union soldier, lives with them as Uncle Scott while Howlett and Herc are dads. The idea of this fic came from Prompt: @crow821 130 prompt challenge, February’s 10 (bully), and the title came from Marilyn Manson's song Lunchbox to refer to Kurt's Spider-Man lunchbox that he guards with his life (that in the comics seems to have blood on it for some reason). I provide that reason.

Snippet:

On we plow

Kurt Waggoner’s feet barely touches the pavement as he races for his life away from the middle school.  The pounding of shoes behind him match his heartbeat, the latter thundering harder as the sound gets louder and closer.  This is just his third week in this new school because he and his dads and uncle have to keep relocating for a variety of other reasons. 

A voice inside his head tells him to teleport home, but the teenager’s panicked, and sometimes if he ports when he’s panicked, he winds up in the wrong places like the walk in freezer at his pops’ favorite Chinese restaurant up the street.  Or the church in the middle of a baptism. 

Or the dressing room at Justice where one of his cute-girl classmates is changing clothes. 

Kurt rounds a corner and slams into a wall that knocks him backward.  He lands on his back and lets out a cry when the sidewalk jams the base of his tail against his spine. 

That’ll be bruised for days, he thinks as he tries to get to his feet. 

That’s when the ‘wall’ steps closer to him.  Looms over him.  Then reaches down and hauls Kurt up with fistfuls of his shirt, dangling him over the cracks in the pavement. 

Kurt wishes those cracks would open up and swallow him whole. 

“Yer a freak,” Bully #1 spits.  “Don’t care what the rules say.”  He shakes Kurt hard. “Ain’t gotta be nice...”  Shake.  “...to no demon...”  Shake.  “...freak...”  Shake.  “...like you.”

Kurt can’t take another shake, especially not when he hears the sound of a switchblade being unleashed behind him. 

“Fuck you,” he snarks then clutches his backpack strap tighter as well as the lunchbox they’d already dented two days before. 

In a puff of purple smoke that stings the nostrils of everyone close enough to get caught in it, Kurt’s gone, teleported right out of that grip.  He doesn’t even hear the swears or threats of worse violence from his tormentors. 

*

I want to grow up

Every day it’s a new assault, a new bruise under his fur; he’s grateful for the fur so that his dads and uncle won’t see, a new cut that’s harder to hide from adult eyes. 

They aren’t really his fathers or uncle, but they’re all the family he has left, and he doesn’t want them to be disappointed in his inability to shake these assholes at school.  All three are great warriors, and while Kurt’s no slouch, they never let him do as much of the fighting while they were dimension traveling to kill off the evil Xaviers.  Kurt always had to stay back just out of the way of the rough stuff.  They respect him and his abilities, but first and foremost, they want him to be a kid and not a soldier.  Not a warrior. 

Not yet. 

All American Barbecue

Back in 2012, Brian Michael Bendis wrote the atrocious AvX (Avengers vs. X-Men) series that pitted the X-Men against the Avengers, specifically Steve Rogers, who behaved like a jackbooted thug on the urging of a Logan-scorned, when the Phoenix was intending to come for the mutant named Hope. Scott believed that with the right training, Hope could handle the Phoenix better than Jean ever did and could rekindle the mutant population that Wanda Maximoff had decimated during her "no more mutants" storyline (also written by Bendis, who stated several times that if he's given the mutants to write, he'll destroy them). To say that I was pissed about this comic series is an understatement, and I generally like to pretend that it didn't exist now.

Here are my summary and my notes from the WIP that maybe one day I'll finish writing.

Summary: Captain Steve Rogers investigates the report of a missing girl, Hope Summers, on the mutant island of Utopia, only he doesn’t quite find what he thinks he’ll find.

Notes:

This is an odd crossover idea that came about because of a page out of Marvel 1602 where Scott introduces himself as “Scotius Summerisle.” I had read it once before and it hadn’t even registered with me then – Summerisle – not until recently when I saw the panel again and the connection between this Summerisle and Lord Summerisle from the 1973 Wicker Man hit me. And I laughed. I laughed really hard, which I needed after all of the Schism and AvX fuckery that Marvel has been putting us through over the last year. And then Bendis decided to break up Scott and Emma, which has pissed off a lot of us fans. So in essence, what I’m doing with this fic is much like what I did with “Never Piss Off a Telepath” – I’m taking out a lot of my anger over this whole situation on the character I blame the most, and I’m going to have wicked fun doing it so that if nothing else, while it won’t have removed AvX from existence nor will it keep Bendis from doing what he’s doing, it will at least have put a smile on my face.

Keep in mind that because of AvX, I really did NOT like Steve Rogers at the time, and it was through the sheer perfect acting of Chris Evans that I ever did start liking him.

Snippet:

Tony reached over into the stack of mail that Clint had brought in about an hour earlier and rummaged around until he found one in particular. “Speaking of the X-Men, this came addressed to you. Don’t know who sent it…just that it’s from Utopia.” He shook it as if he could hear something rattling, which he couldn’t, then he handed it up into Steve’s waiting hand.

“Doesn’t look official,” Steve commented, glad that he could focus on something other than his goofy singing that was still playing on the laptop and the big screen. He tore open the envelope and tugged out a letter that had been typed, and inside it was a picture of a redhead in her mid-to-late teens.

“It’s not even in e-mail. Who the hell sends letters like that anymore?” Tony groused, his nose wrinkled over his goatee, which he scratched three fingers through before flopping back against the couch. “Even Erik’s gotten with the technological age…and he’s in your geriatric group.”

Steve arched a perfect blond eyebrow at his teammate and responded to the jab with only a sneer. Then he dropped his eyes to the letter.

Captain Rogers,

Things are so different here on Utopia than they were in Westchester, and I’m not entirely sure where to begin in telling you about my concerns. The worst of which involves the young woman in the photo I’ve sent with this letter. You see, this girl, Hope, has gone missing. No one has seen her in weeks, and she’s not quite old enough to leave the island by herself, even though everyone knows she’s been receiving piloting lessons since she became of age. None of the island’s jets have left, however. All are accounted for. Everything is accounted for, actually, except the girl herself.

This is most distressing, Captain Rogers. Hope is a sweet girl and very responsible. She wouldn’t have just up and disappeared on her own, so I suspect that something has gone terribly wrong. I hope you can and are willing to come here to get to the bottom of this yourself. I hesitate to say that this is so extreme that it requires the whole of the Avengers, but you are a respected figure here, and at the very least, if you were to show up yourself, I have no doubt that this matter would be straightened out right away.

Sincerely,

A Concerned Citizen of Utopia

“So what do the good citizens of mutant-world want, Steve? Don’t tell me. Logan’s hosting a bake-sale and wants you to put in an appearance so he can jack up the prices of his beer-cakes,” Tony quipped. Already, he’d moved on from watching Steve humiliate himself in the elevator to searching the internet for a donut shop that would deliver.

Steve snorted. “No. Nothing so amusing this time. It seems as if the mutants are having trouble policing their…well, trouble. I didn’t think they could make things work on that island without problems. Then again, look at them. They’re hedonistic…so many of them always were, but since they’ve stopped pretending to live in normal society, they’ve just gotten worse.”

Tony looked up at Steve with a ‘what the fuck’ look stamped on his features. He squirmed on the couch until his ass was firmly in a ‘ready to listen to Steve go on a tirade’ position. He typed something on his laptop and just waited. And waited. And when he glanced up at Steve again, he could see the Boy Scout’s nostrils flaring as if he already pictured some grave injustice being done on that island across country. Other than the mutants who still made their home in the city or wherever they did, most of them were well-out of the way and not worth worrying about. Even Erik wasn’t causing problems anymore. Why was Steve so bothered?

Because he was Steve.

WIP Game

#kleenexwoman #WIP Game #Thank you for letting me talk about two WIPs!

[knightofsuperior]

You Gotta Party Hearty

Fandom: Fate/Zero, Hellsing Ultimate Abridged

Summary:

Kariya Matou doesn't summon his expected Berserker in the Fourth Holy Grail War. Instead, he gets a wild dog without a leash, sporting an Andrew W.K. mixtape.

Read the fic here and check out an excerpt/my thoughts below!

Excerpt:

A vampire. A blood-sucking, ghoul creating, pants-wettingly terrifying vampire. This wasn’t good. Well, it wasn’t before, what with Rider deciding to go and advertise himself to the other parties in the War. But this was just plain, flat, good-old-fashioned bad. Waver backed up as far as he could in Rider’s chariot, and even the man’s steeds seemed startled by the revelation. Rider, for his part, appeared more bemused than anything else. “Really, now? I can’t think of many vampires in the Throne of Heroes, save one...would you happen to be-” “Ah, ah, ah,” Berserker interrupted, wagging one of his fingers (the middle one, Saber noted with disgust) in response. “You can’t just say who I am, it ruins half the fun!” “You literally just said his name a minute ago,” Lancer argued, his spears aimed squarely at Berserker’s chest. “Well, yeah, but he shouted it to the heavens! He wants to put a target on his back,” Berserker shrugged, twirling one of his guns for effect, “Or his face, or any other part of his admittedly rugged form, that’s on him.” “That begs the question, then-how did you know of where we hailed from, Berserker?” Saber asked, gaze narrowed. “I doubt you’re the type for research, unless it involves showboating.” “Well, gee, I wonder,” Berserker replied, strolling back towards Saber and Lancer. “How could I ever tell where the knight with the overgrown pool noodle and the knight with the multicolor rave sticks came from, especially when they talk in the thickest possible accents despite each and every one of us talking in goddamned Japanese?” The two kept their weapons drawn as he walked in between and past the two. “It’s a fucking mystery, that’s for sure.” “I don’t quite like your tone,” Lancer grumbled. “I don’t quite like him, period,” Saber added through gritted teeth. “Really? I guess you can put that on your shit list with “sleeves” and “not sticking your dick in crazy" respectively, I suppose.”

Author's Note: This one holds a special spot in my heart for letting me have the chance to explore a wilder, more raunchy style of writing than I usually get up to. I thought that the dynamic of the more free-wheeling Abridged Alucard would make for a fun contrast to both Kariya Matou--himself a fascinating exploration of What Not to Do in an Evil Wizard War, imo--and the other Servants. I leaned a little too hard, in hindsight, on direct Abridged references and pop culture elements...but to be fair, the same might be said for a lot of abridged series in themselves, so maybe it was just the natural vibe.

I had an ending in mind for this, but over the years (with inspiration ebbing and flowing), I've for now decided to leave it as is. Maybe I'll return someday. That's for fate to decide.

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