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Werewolf masterlist

Long-ish stories

Werewolf secretary (fem!reader)

Marking you as mine (fem!reader)

Full moon fucktoy (fem!reader)

Feral (fem!reader)

[Commission] The spiral to insanity happens in a hole (fem!reader)

[Commission] Plug you up to shut you up (were-cat fem!reader)

[Commission] The hole in the wall (Orc x minotaur x werewolf x chubby trans masc!reader)

[Commission] “Don’t run” (fem!reader)

[Commission] Quest to ecstasy (Monsters (werewolf, gator-monster, pale man) x transmasc!reader)

[Commission] Maybe I'm a bit of a creep (fem!reader)

Pavlovian response (fem!reader)

[Commission] The key to productivity (were-bunny fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] “You know I don’t like coffee?” (chubby vampire fem!reader)

[Commission] Best. Night. Ever (multiple monsters naga, werewolf, alien and mothman) x trans masc!reader)

Halloween Special: Red riding hood finds her wolves (2 werewolves x fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Expert in pussy-ology (chubby vampire fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Sex induced coma (fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] "It will fit" (curvy fem!reader)

Werewolf boyfriend NSFW Alphabet

[Patreon Commission] A bug?! (fem!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Depraved approach (fem!reader)

[Patreon Commision] You can take it, sweet slut (werewolf x naga x fem!reader)

Chipmunk cheeks (fem!reader)

SFW

Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend (gn!reader)

Why are you peeing on my petunias? (gn!reader)

[Patreon Commission] Cabin surprise (fem!reader)

Requests

Untitled (fem!werewolf x fem!reader)

Little rabbit, bad wolf (fem!were-bunny)

Feral creature (male!reader)

Wrong candy, right hole (fem!reader)

Wrong candy, right hole: part 2 (fem!reader)

Too big to handle (werewolf reader x fem!human)

Milking (fem!reader)

Sharing is caring (orc x vampire x werewolf x fem!human)

When the heat comes (werewolf x trans fem!bunny hybrid)

Feral for a werewolf (fem!reader)

Blood pressure control (fem!reader)

Chased (fem!reader)

Bratting to close to the dom (werewolf x trans masc!vampire reader)

Short txt/imagines

Pack night (part 1 | part 2 | part 3)

Werewolf boyfriend

Doming the werewolf

Desperate

Somno

Cum-drunk

Poor puppy

Controlling (fem!werewolf x vampire!reader)

Childhood friends

Entering the pack

Double the fun

Leash

Bathroom break

Untilted

Hyperactive werewolf boyfriend

Sad werewolf

Chased (fem elf!reader)

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Bloodline Unknown pt 5

Relationship: Yautja!oc x human!oc/afab!reader

Warnings: minor description of injury, some description of fighting

Word Count: 1019

Requested Tags for All Works: @beckyninja @runin64 @ilovewolvezz

Requested Tags: @r4inlov3r @nona83 @dij-ology

Masterlist

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5

Legs burning with each stride, breath coming in ragged clouds that evaporate into the cold. She weaves through the trees, snow being kicked up beneath her steps as branches whip at her face. Her boots slip on the uneven frost, but she doesn’t slow. She can’t. Behind her, something moves. She doesn’t look. There isn’t time.

Ahead, the ridge rises like a blade from the forest floor, jagged and narrow. Nestled just beyond it, the kill zone. Ra’thek has planned it carefully. The emitter is buried just under the snow, its heat signature flaring like wounded prey. Nearby, a sliver of scorched metal from the downed shuttle has been left as bait—just enough to trigger curiosity, territorial instinct, or residual memory.

Kaelen reaches the hollow and dives sideways behind a cluster of ice-cracked stone. Her pulse thundering in her ears as she slides the shard of metal from her sling and throws it underhanded toward the bait site. It manages to strike with a sharp clank, tumbling across the snow until it comes to a rest just beside the emitter.

Silence. Then, a vibration. Subtle at first. The sound doesn’t come from the trees, but the ground. Kaelen crouches low, breath caught in her throat. And then it appears, as if rising from the earth itself. The hybrid. A grotesque blend of forms, seamless in its unnaturalness. It wears the shape of a xenomorph, but there are deviations. Its limbs bent wrong. Its claws flex too long. Its ribs move like something breathing inside out. Its head smooth and eyeless, but you feel its gaze. Feel its focus fall on you like a noose tightening.

The air grows heavier as it stalks forward, drawn by the heat, the bait… and something else. Ra’thek’s voice comes low and cold over the commlink in Kaelen’s ear, the only reason she can understand them now, thanks to the translator patch Skurr’va gave her before they initiated this. Still experimental. Still patchy. But enough.

“Hold.”

She doesn’t move. Zhika crouches on the opposite ridge, claws twitching around his net launcher. Skurr’va lays prone to the side, arm steady despite his bandaged torso. Ra’thek stands above it all, still as stone, watching the hybrid’s approach like a veteran waiting for a storm to pass.

The hybrid leans low, tongue flickering out—then snaps its head up.

“Now.”

Kaelen flinches as a sudden explosion rips through the ridge above. A controlled collapse. Snow, ice, and debris cascades down like an avalanche. The creature shriek, an unholy metallic wail, just as it is swallowed by the collapse. For a breathless second, nothing. Then the snow moves.

It erupts from the rubble, half its plating torn away, legs dragging, but still alive—still hunting. Kaelen barely has time to scream before it charges.

“Engage!” Ra’thek roars.

Zhika strikes first, flinging the net. The weighted cords tangle around the hybrid’s front limb, pulling it off balance. Skurr’va fires a plasma bolt, the shot catching the beast in its upper shoulder, vaporizing part of its flesh. It stumbles, roaring, then spinning—tail lashing like a whip of bone.

Ra’thek comes down the ridge like an executioner. Blades drawn. Controlled fury. Hitting the creature with a force that drives it back into the snow, metal screaming against bone. Kaelen can only watch, frozen, awe-struck, as the Yautja fights like an elemental force.  Zhika darts in and out of its flailing limbs, slicing at tendons, gouging joints. Skurr’va, limping but unbowed, fires again—striking one of the creature’s side-limbs and burning it to ash.

Seeing her opening, heart pounding, she draws the blade Ra’thek has given her and rushes forward. A flicker of training. A memory of dissections. She drives the knife upward beneath one of the hybrid’s shifting plates, where a seam of soft tissue pulses like a weak spot. The blade sinks in, causing the hybrid to shriek. A geyser of black ichor bursts out, sizzling as it hits the snow and her jacket.

But it isn't dead. With a roar, it lashes out, catching her with the back of its tail. Kaelen is sent flying. Striking the ice hard, the air punched from her lungs, stars exploding in her vision. She blinks up at a sky choked with ash-colored clouds. Then, another sound—deeper, final.

Ra’thek stands over the beast, his blades embedded deep. His muscles flexing as he twists, and with a wrenching snap, the hybrid gives a last, garbled cry and falls still. For a long moment, the only sound is wind. Wind and breath. The hiss of cauterized flesh and the cooling corpse of something that never should have lived.

Kaelen sits up slowly, wincing, her side aching, discarding her jacket upon noticing the blood burning a hole through it. Zhika is already helping Skurr’va to sit. The older hunter hisses something in their tongue causing Zhika laughs—a short, sharp bark of relief.

Ra’thek turns, walking toward her. Kaelen braces herself. But he doesn’t reprimand her, doesn’t dismiss her. Instead, he bends down, clutching a finger of the creature’s blood, and presses the bleeding tip to her exposed shoulder as he draws something. A mark. A rite. Not of ownership, but of claiming.

“You fought,” he says in low Yautja, his words clearer through the translator. “You kill. You live.”

She swallowes hard, staring up at him. “I… I did.”

Ra’thek gives the barest nod. Zhika approaches from behind, clicking low in his throat. He extends his hand, Kaelen takes it. Her fingers don’t fit cleanly between his claws, but it is contact. Skurr’va follows last, limping past her with his usual silence, but this time—he claps her lightly on the shoulder as he passes. A gesture of respect.

As the cold sets in again and the clouds begin to spit new snow, the four of them stand over the corpse of the hybrid. The hunt is over. But Kaelen knew this wasn’t the end. Not of the story. Not of the danger. Somewhere out there, her company will be looking for what was lost. And she had just helped destroy it.

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Imagine being taken- not as a great warrior but a great doctor- to take care of the captured warriors. To maintain any injuries or post-freeze illnesses before battles. To ensure they’re in too shape for their battles.

You know the warlord hates you. He can’t battle you, barely respects your skills but knows they’re needed. You’re just a necessity, a slave with immunity to battle but not cruelness.

One day one of the guards gets a little too rough with you. Slams you a little too hard into your cell and the warlord notices.

He notices.

The next thing you know, the guard’s head is on the floor.

You’re not immune to cruelness, but only he can touch you like that. You’re his.

[pondering-peach]

So I may have written a little something 😗👉👈....

ℝ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥 (short drabble)

Fic: Predator Killer of Killers

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Warlord Predator x Human Female Reader, Grendel King x Human Female Reader

Synopsis/Excerpt: You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, explicit content, dark themes, alien/human, teratophilia, size difference, ovulating, pheromones, choking.

A/N: I did very little to no research regarding the culture/mannerisms of yautja so I kinda just winged this one, you guys. I needed to get this idea out of my head, even if it was done poorly. It was haunting me for days! 😭 Enjoy! ✌️

As a human, you lacked the ability to smell any change in pheromones. This made it hard to distinguish moods and social cues amongst the yautja, a race of alien warriors that kidnapped you from earth and forced you into servitude weeks ago.

This developed sense of smell they possessed would soon be your damnation.

You were going about your duties when you spotted him. Flanked by his entourage of warriors, The Warlord Predator was a marvel to behold, his massive and scarred frame depicting a being with monstrous strength and power. You've seen him battle at the arena and witnessed his physical prowess amongst his clan. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. You moved out of the way, providing them a wide berth, sticking as close to the wall of the cave as you waited for them to pass. You swore you felt the ground tremble with each of the yautja's languid steps, the audible scrape of his jagged cape trailing behind him.

Unbeknownst to you, you had started ovulating that morning, your female pheromones running rampant in the air and causing the nearest males of the group to glance your way. You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

Then the Warlord Predator caught a whiff of your scent and nearly snapped his neck to look back at you. His intense stare unnerved you, your body on edge as his eyes trailed over your feminine curves in a seemingly hungry manner. Thinking you must have done something wrong, you quickly lowered your head and tried to make yourself appear as small as possible.

Your heart kicked into overdrive the second he stepped towards you. Trying to calm your breathing was difficult, your eyes widening with terror when his sharpened feet came into view and you felt the heat emitting from his body. He was like a burning furnace, your body sweating from the close proximity of the menacing male. You could hear inquisitive clicks and low rumbles from him, his curiosity evident as he tilted his head to observe you carefully.

A sudden, musky scent attacked your senses. It was a scent unlike any other, earthy and... intoxicating. Before you could question it, you felt your mind turn heady as your senses grew lax with the powerful smell. It was like a drug, your mind losing any rational thought as the scent nearly suffocated you. No longer were you tense, waiting with baited breath if he would kill you. Instead, you lay back against the jagged wall and mewled when the male pressed himself eagerly against your smaller frame. Everything felt sensitive, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You nearly choked on your saliva when you felt the hardened bulge on his loincloth dig below your chest. Inhaling deeply, you let out a weak gasp at the deliciousness of his scent and felt your body react strongly in turn. The small nub between your legs pulsated so fiercely you had to clench your thighs together to alleviate the unbearable sensation.

"W-what are... you...doing to m-me..?" You breathed out the words. You shook your head to clear your mind, only to let out a groan when he forced a knee between your legs and had you straddle his thigh. It placed your naked vulva in direct contact with his reptilian-skin, your feminine juices soaking him in your scent and making him purr with satisfaction.

The yautja glances down at your half lidded eyes and panting mouth, eyeing the strings of saliva with rapt attention before grabbing you by the neck and lifting you close to his face. He was not gentle, nearly choking you to death and causing you to squirm in discomfort. You let out a pained whine, hoping to receive some mercy as he dangled you feet above the ground. His mandibles clicked with the movements of his growling mouth, his language undecipherable to your ears. In a chilling tone, the translator around your neck lit up with his response.

"What am I not going to do with you?"

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so,,,, despite being a monsterfucker for a while, i never really got the love for yautjas. until i was forced to watch killer of killers due to the rampage going on my feed and uhhhhh im pretty sure there are at least a handful of monsterfuckers out there who wants to top/dom a yautja like myself. also this isnt much of a fic. its just a sudden little thought i had after going thru the rule 34s tag of yautjas. no yautja in particular, take it as you will, imagine whoever you like. i dont know anything about yautjas or how this all works. im just horny and freeballing it. feel free to correct me

so… yautjas huh? what an alien species and mind you, this is my first impression of these guys. despite the majority of the killer or killers tags thirsting over the warlord — as we all should — i found myself liking the viking predator a lot. the goons are cute too. the three predators of the movie parts even have names too. jotun, oni and baron in the order they appear. of course, the guy in the pic above, the last one everyone is thirsting over, is warlord predator, also called ‘Grendel King’ by one of the characters

anyways, enough geeking over the yautjas of the movie, time to move on to my actual brainworms

yautjas are alien species and just as they are humanoid, some parts of them are indeed humanoid. and some parts, not so much. i have seen a decent amount of yautja smuts on the yautja tag — haven’t read them yet bc i prefer to be the one to fuck rather than get fucked — but one headcanon answer had me thinking multiple things

yautjas — male, female doesn’t matter — have two dicks and a vagina as well as an asshole. bigenital, if you will. every yautja can therefore sire their young, but the female yautjas tend to sire them and grow them in their bellies due to their stomach having more padded muscles, serving as a protective meat shield for the babies. the male yautjas carry them as well, but it’s more common to see the females carry them

i can’t find the author but one author here on tumblr had given their thought that yautjas never knew about blowjobs and lemme add to that — fingering as well. look at their mouths and hands, full of claws, fangs, mandibles and shit. truly a creature meant for hunting and killing rather than feeling fleshly pleasure. yautjas don’t really care about it either, they’re more of an animal mating ritual type of pleasure seekers. find a yautja who shakes your fancy, court them, knot them full and have a few strong, next generation of young’ins. simple and straight to the point like an animal mating ritual. no need for foreplay, fighting and wrestling to see who will knot who is a foreplay enough for their species

blowjobs? never, unless one is trying to bite off the dick of the other one. their mandibles stretch and open, sure. but they will never stretch big enough to take the other’s dick into their mouths. even if they do manage to painfully keep their mandibles open at all times, their fangs and canine sharp teeth will lead to bleeding and injuries soon enough. so even if their two dicks are weeping at the tip, untouched, and their pussy is glistening wet, the easiest way to just get it done with is to fuck their cocks into the other’s folds. it’ll be full of yowls, cracks, chirps and even growls because i personally like to think that the yautjas have a ribbed dick with a spliced tip. not that their tips could open up like their mandibles, but it definitely gives odd sensations. add the constant bumping and ribbing feeling of the scales and folds of their cock and the mating session between yautjas are usually always loud

so what happens when a ‘ooman is thrown into the mix? a great fighter, a blooded one who has been marked by one of their kin (like lex in avp), a recurring champion from the gladiatorial combat? yautjas are impressed, respectful and some are even vying after your attention on the few occasions you’re allowed awake from the cryo sleep and wandering around the strange, deserted, hot world of theirs. their kin usually has a bias against ’oomans due to their race being resourceful and cunning. they’re just as smart as the yautjas, if not, even more. able to use whatever is around them for survival and able to keep going even after multiple injuries (bc adrenaline). they’re an annoying species and yautjas tend to stay away. a little bit less with you, though. they want to be in the presence of the undefeated champion of the gladiatorial combat, size you up and see if you are truly worth the heavy title you bear upon your meager ‘ooman shoulders

maybe one thing would lead to another or one had gotten interested in your strengths in the bedroom as well and that leads to a yautja receiving their first head and fingering. the moment you drop them to the ground and settle between their legs, the yautja is tempted to wrestle. it is a foreplay between their kin after all. but no, he was dealing with a ‘ooman right now and as excited he was about getting to the fucking, he was also curious. how do ‘oomans show affection? how do they mate? how do they carry their young? so many questions, so little time

they would stay down and obedient, an occasional curious thrills and crackles leaving their throat as their mandibles click and clack softly. mutually curious as well, you finally manage to take off their intricate and annoying loincloth like thing, dropping it to the ground. and the hum that escapes you is equally returned by the yautja as they watch, the soft clicking of their ever moving mandibles filling the silent room. a slit like opening. two of them, even, with what you assume is an asshole underneath them. rubbing the back of your finger’s knuckle over the one on top, you hear the slight rumble from their chest like a purr, taking it as a good sign

the slit on top is bigger than the one underneath. they’re much more harder and covered with protective shells and scales as well, rather then the second one underneath that seems more softer and gummy like a vagina. messing with the scaled one, you watch with an ever growing interest as the slit opens more and more before a cockhead is pushed out, followed by a second cockhead which was a little bit smaller. so, the yautjas have both anatomies huh? like certain animals and how their two cocks are kept inside a protective slit like some reptiles and lizards’

it’s bumpy, it’s ribbed, it even has little round shaped ribs on its sides too. such curious beings, how alike they could be to your kin but also so different. of course, there was much needed poking, prodding and an eager snooping around. two large uniquely shaped cocks and a vaginal opening as well as an asshole. interesting

hearing the impatient hisses of the yautja, you merely grumble under your breath, hissing back at him with annoyance upon being cut short of your little experiment. what do yautjas even do for pleasure anyways? do they fuck like humans do? must be it, right? at least they had the anatomy for it

the moment you get down on them, head between their strong, tight thighs and restless shifting body, a sound like a warning growl was heard before it was swiftly replaced by some soft noises like the purring of a cat. yautjas don’t know what blowjobs and fingering meant after all, their bodies prevented from such types of pleasure. so when your soft, small ‘ooman mouth took in the head of the bigger cock, the warmth around it felt like the yautja was melting in the fiery chasms of the many volcanoes of the yautja prime. it was soft, it was hot and it felt good. way too good to the point the creature was growling, groaning and even letting out odd hitched noises that you guessed was the closest to a moan

and when you put their entire dick into your mouth — with much anticipated gagging, choking and the constant wild bucks into your open mouth — deep throating the bigger cock while gently stroking their smaller cock using the slimy substance the tip oozed, the yautja has basically experienced heaven. the urge to just let go of ‘honor’ and ‘instincts’ and knot inside your warm, tight throat was strong. a deep, gurgly sound escaping them as their mandibles shook all over, unknowing of what to do when your free hand slipped further down and pushing your finger into their softer slit

if you thought the yautja was loud before, they were even louder now. constant, short little noises leaving them, rattling their huge body and even causing you to shake alongside as well. strong legs kicking and clawed hands tearing off the poor floor into shreds. it was a good feeling, the very best, even more than having a clan leader recognize them or hunting down the most honorable prey. ‘oomans’ hands and mouth felt good, they were amazing at fleshly pleasures and had the yautja acted on their interest in you a little bit earlier, they would have. they honestly should have because whatever you were doing to his poor life time long neglected dicks and gushing pussy were making the yautja feel odd. so so very odd. a tight coiling in their stomach, and they for a moment, thought you infected them with something

and then, the tight coils of his stomach is gone within a moment. a loud roar leaving the beast as their body went rigid like a spring, dreadlocks slipping into the floor in a heap as their legs even gave a little tremble. the tip lodged inside your throat twitched and shook, a thick substance filling up your mouth before you could pull it off, causing you to hack and cough out the strange liquid. it didn’t take long until their smaller dick was following along, spilling a smaller load into your jaws and chest, second slit tightening around your fingers as a soft, more thinner liquid like the one from his bigger cock coat your palm. all because your little ‘ooman fingers delved inside their cunt a bit further and seemed to have found a soft spot, loud roars and short breathy growls being switched to little cat like yowls. so, they were just as sensitive as humans, huh?

safe to say, the rumor of ‘oomans being extremely amazing at fleshly pleasures spread across yautja prime swiftly and before you know it, more and more yautjas are interested in a little endurance test with their longest reigning champion

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Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

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smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping 

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials 

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

[pondering-peach]

playing dolls with them and making them kiss

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Ok new game. What's the thing you're a fan of that you're the most pretentious about. NOT the most pretentious thing you're a fan of, I mean the thing that makes *you* act like one of those "oh yeah? Name five of their albums" people. There is a difference

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THE DUCHESS

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Seiko if she was hot

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love them dearly <3

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Let's try this again

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This is just a little something I thought of for my Catholic guilt au (let’s call it revelations) that I had to get out of my head.

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Rin is a monster.

The monastery is on fire, falling to pieces in front of his eyes, Shiro is dead, and Rin is a monster.

Shiro is dead. And Rin has fangs, long ears and a tail. He has a demon sword on his hands. He has the cursed blue flames from Hell that killed his father.

He looks around him at the crumbling monastery. Miasma clings to the broken walls and the splintered wood of the floor, dark and pungent and it makes Rin’s skin crawl. The floor looks rotten where the Gate of Gehenna was minutes before. Rin senses the residual power even now that it’s gone. He senses that same power within him, thrumming just beneath his skin, itching to be let out again. The Koma sword lays abandoned next to him where he dropped it after closing the gate, forgotten in the aftermath of what will forever be the worst night of Rin’s life.

Rin hears voices like he’s underwater, distant and muted and barely understandable. Part of him realizes they’re talking to him, asking him what happened and if he’s okay, but Rin doesn’t hear them. Not really.

He’s on his knees next to the altar, Shiro’s mangled body oozing blood even now that he’s dead next to him. Rin looks up at the cross on the wall, somehow still standing after all the destruction Satan and his demons left behind. It feels condemning. He looks away.

Rin’s hands shake as he gathers his father’s body in his arms and tugs it close. It’s still warm, and perhaps Rin could have deceived himself into thinking he’s still alive if it weren’t for the lack of a heartbeat. His new ears hear much of everything around him, and much of nothing inside his dad.

Shiro is dead. And Rin is a monster.

He wails.

[pondering-peach]

"Ryūji, let's go to Kyoto tower, let's go, let's go."

[pondering-peach]

Rin, identity issues, and the complications of being an isolated, alienated teenager

It feels sort of weird to say but I generally don’t head canon characters as having particular sexualities. Whatever people go for in fics is usually fine with me - gay, lesbian, bi, pan, something more general like queer. As long as it makes sense for the story they’ve built and the character they’ve shaped to fit it, I’m good. Unless you’re ignoring a canon LGBTQ+ sexuality, in which case, yeah, I’ll take issue with that.

But anyway. Rin.

I’ve got my personal ship for him (BonRin my beloved), but regardless of the pairing I see him as bisexual. He’s so open with his infatuation with Shiemi, and okay, sure, fandom likes to ignore the love interest in shounen for the most part because we’ve got gay ships to peddle. But I don’t see the point in that unless it really reads like it’s a front, or a result of a character suppressing themselves for one reason or another. And with Rin, I think it’s pretty clear his affection for Shiemi is sincere. You technically have the in-universe evidence of the demon that brought out his true desires to back that up, but even without it, Rin likes her. It’s complicated because of Yukio and Shiemi’s own inexperience with romance, and yet I never once doubt he really likes her.

That being said… he’s very appreciative of the guys in his life, too. (Peddling my gay ship here) Bon in particular, considering he’s often admiring how cool he thinks Bon is, that his haircut suits him whether it’s the blonde rooster look or the undercut. If you don’t want to see it as romantic interest, that’s your prerogative, but to me Rin comes across as seeing cool and cute as different traits he finds attractive (in Bon and Shiemi respectively).

I also think his bisexuality would fit neatly into his narrative struggles to “pass” throughout the early parts of the series. Rin has grown up as the neighborhood problem child, ostracized for being violent, and eventually he decides he’s fine with just his brother and his father — and the rest of the monastery, presumably — for company. (Except that’s absolutely not true and clearly he’s starved for friendship and support.) People looked at him and saw a monster, even before his demonic heritage made an appearance; why would he bother giving them even more ammunition when it comes to reasons to hate him? So no matter when he figured out his attraction to guys, he’s not going to lean into it, because he also likes girls, right? (Ignoring for a moment that bisexuality is a lot more nuanced than that.)

Rin likes girls, Rin is human — that’s what’s going to get people to like him, or at the very least tolerate him. That he likes guys, that he’s half demon, he can shove that shit down and pretend it doesn’t exist. Lock up any stray thoughts and keep the sword sheathed around anyone who doesn’t already know.

(Excuse me for being amused by Rin wielding his humanity and supposed heterosexuality as a sword and shield.)

The problem, of course, is that he can’t keep up the facade forever. The narrative won’t let him. Rin has to embrace his demonic side, because it’s the only way to move forward and to continue to help his loved ones. And once he’s moved past the issue of his friends being upset over the deception, when they understand he’s still Rin despite what he’d hidden from them, Rin is finally allowed to be himself. He uses his flames, he lets his tail move freely in the open around the Cram School kids. Rin still doesn’t like this side of himself — it’s inextricably tied to every moment of pain and isolation he’s dealt with his entire life, including the death of Father Fujimoto (and, y’know, his mom). But he is moving forward, he’s trying to adapt.

And isn’t that some great fucking subtext for his bisexuality, too?