#frakenstein x reader

[sweetsugarcakes]

Stein with a quiet but equally as strong reader who puts up with his organ stealing!!!

ofcc <33

Stein x quiet strong gn! reader

You were reading in your room as you then see your boyfriend being in something with a bag. You wondered what it was but you didn’t say anything as then he looks at you. “[Name] let’s go this location, there has been trouble over there.” He says calmly to you as you nod and got up from your chair.

You and Stein were fighting with this monster as you took it down in under five minutes. Stein copped her hand slowly with a smirk smoking his cigarette. “Good job [Name], you did great.” You nod with a small smile. Stein always thought you were strong since you’ve beaten him before in a fight. You saw him pick up the body of the guy. You knew what he was going to do.

When you guys came home, you saw him dissect the body and take out the organs. You looked away with disgust not wanting to throw up if you looked any longer. Eventually he was done and you looked as the organs and stuff were gone and put away. He chuckled at your reaction as he blew smoke out of his cigarette. “Thanks for putting up with me [Name]” he kept chuckling as he looked you and kissed the top of your head. You smile and chuckle and gave him a nod.

[tabathastan]

HELLOOO HELLOO‼️ I saw that you wrote for Clawdeen wolf ANNND I just couldn’t help but like IDK I CANT LET A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO REUQEST PASS YK (๑>؂•̀๑)

ANYWAAYYY I was curious if you would be totally down to write Clawdeen Wolf x Fem! Humanoid kitsune! Reader headcanons? LIKEE how Clawdeen would introduce her girlfriend to the main group of ghouls! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

ODJXID I JUST THINK IT WOULD TOTALLY BE SOOO CUTE o(≧∀≦)o

IF YOU FO THIS REQ THANK YOUU SM ‼️

I kinda wrote them in bullet list to make it easier and fun for me!

Clawdeen Wolf x Kitsune! Reader

You were very nervous to met her friends, scared that they wouldn’t like you since kitsune were very rare, like very rare.

Draculaura was very excited to met you, since Clawdeen told her a lot about you.

“Hello, Draculaura daughter of Dracula.”

“Hello, Draculaura. Im (Y/n).”

Draculaura thought you were a good match for her best friend after talking with you for a bit.

Frakie and Lagoona adored you too, as they never see a kitsune in real life then story books.

Cleo didn’t say much when meeting you for the first time.

You thought that she didn’t like you.

But she was just dying inside to met a kitsune in real life.

[prettypinksusi]

addictive kisses ♡

kissing him was just as addicting as the cigarettes he’d smoke. everything just felt so real, so good. the way he’d push his tounge into your mouth, have his hand squeezing your thigh. he was too addictive. the way he would look after you both break the kiss all out of breath, him panting for air. his hair all messy and falling in his eyes. damn, he was such a good kisser.

AKI HAYAKAWA, spike spiegel, vinsmoke sanji, fraken stein, ren honjo, yami sukehiro, ++any of ur favs who smoke! ༄

[noemilivv]

Hello! I really love your writing! It's so detailed and is always almost in character and I just wanna request a Adam/Lucifer/Vox x (Frankenstein)GN Reader reacting to the first time they watch as Reader took there head off so casually to look over on top of the fridge find something

hey friend!! ofc i can do that for you, this was a very interesting thing to think about lol

also i’m so sorry that this was so short, i’m having massive writers block and have 30+ requests in my inbox rn haha so i’m quite tired lol

Warnings: Mentions of sex (no smut), lazily written (sorryyy), swear words

Adam, Lucifer, Vox x GN!Frakenstein!Reader

Adam

Due to the fridge being much bigger than you were, and your Frankenstein-like abilities, you took your head off to see something above the fridge, you put it back on once you felt you saw all you needed to.

“That was hot as fuck.” You hear a voice mutter, as you see your boyfriend, with no mask, and in a band tee and boxers say, as he looked he was about to drop his cereal, with milk dripping down his chin. “We gotta try that in bed more often!”

Lucifer

It was safe to say you and Lucifer were on the shorter end of the scale, so when you needed to find something that was potentially atop the the fridge, it wasn’t ideal…

So, you did as any normal Frankenstein would! You tore off your head and raised it just above the fridge to get a glimpse.

You popped it back on like nothing happened, cause it didn’t, and you went to go about your day, before your husband blurted out a “Sweetie, what the fuck?! Are you okay?!”

And then you had to spend the next 20 minutes explaining to your buffoon yet lovable husband that no, you did not die. And no, he can’t do that too. 😀

Vox

Normally, when your in a predicament where you can’t reach something, you would have Vox do it. But then… he waves it above your head for the next 10 minutes and honestly, you weren’t in the mood for that.

So you did what ya needed to, you popped your head off and lifted it above the fridge before popping it back on, cracking your neck after.

Your boyfriend looks over at you. He doesn’t say anything. Just gives you a raised eyebrow before walking off back to his desk with a small yet quiet “Huh.” coming from his lips.

[weeeeeekly]

frankenstein’s monster – lee isa x afab!reader

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info ➜ part one because i want the first part out for valentine’s day but i still have more to write. based off lisa frakenstein & marry shelley’s frankenstein horror novel, movies, & the countless adaptations, so graphic descriptions of killing & gore. zombie!isa, assigned female at birth (afab) reader, halloween enthusiast!reader. this fic is very self-indulgent & gay. we're pretending that homophobia doesn't exist. probably contains minor errors.

wc: 3.1k

WARNINGS !!! this is a safe for work (SFW) fic, but my blog is not safe for work (NSFW) so please no minors (mdni).

author’s note !!! happy valentine’s day!!! where are all my gay girls that love stayc & horror. i just saw lisa frankenstein on friday & i just saw it again, so please bear with me for getting a new obsession. it’s what mary shelley would want. i love weird girl romance!!

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You were driving toward your new home. An old farmhouse your aunt owned for what felt like forever. You had been tasked with house and pet sitting as your aunt was out of the country for a wedding. You always loved visiting her house as it gave you a break from the busy-ish life of living near a city, but not directly in the heart. And she was your favorite aunt in the entire world, so it was no brainer when you agreed. At least you would have something to do for Hallo-weekend.

The last time you were here was the summer before you started college and a few summers have passed since then. The vegetation was still as flush and lively as you last remembered, and the long stretch of dirt road covered by rows of oak trees was your favorite. It looked prettier during the daytime, but the drive from your apartment to your aunt’s house was a few hours since it was in the country.

There was a pesky rouge eyelash that was on your lens that was bothering you as drove. It wasn’t the brightest idea, but this was a private road in the middle of nowhere so there wouldn’t be any people walking. You kept your eyes in the road as you used your free hand that wasn’t on the wheel to take off your glasses to clean them.

Your path was lit by your car’s high beam lights, and you took a second to focus your eyes and attention to cleaning your glasses. The second you looked back up, a fuzzy silhouette of some kind of… animal scared you as you did a hard break in an effort to not hit it. Your heart beat furiously in your chest as the thing ran away and you put your glasses back on. It was too dark to see it properly as it fled off into the rest of the forest.

Probably one of the deer your aunt complained about eating her rose plants.

You ignored your heart slowly settling back to normal pace as you went back to your journey. You allowed yourself to sit in silence for the remainder of the drive since it would only be a few more minutes until you reached your destination. You could go without music for a little bit.

The aging farmhouse was a comforting sight to behold, a dusty rose wooden house with white accents, long sprawling lush, green grass, acres of mismatched fences from quick repairs overtime, and a matching barn behind the house that held the other animals. The nearest neighbor is a quick five-minute drive away or one could take the shortcut through the supposedly haunted cemetery that was hidden behind the town center where the old town used to be.

You never understood why your aunt, parents, and everyone else feared the cemetery. It was just sad how rundown it was and just allowing the memories of everyone laid to rest there to be forgotten. It was quite peaceful to just sit there in the morning during the summer, especially when you were trying to avoid doing chores or forced family time.

You had a favorite grave. It was a very elaborate headstone with a cement face model of the girl buried. The headstone was ancient, so some of the stone was hard to read all you could make out for the name was the letters A, S, and I spaced out to spell a longer name that you couldn’t do a proper stone rubbing, died in 1837, and unmarried. You rolled your eyes the first time you read that since it was the only other piece of information on the headstone and felt disrespectful to reduce her to just her marital status, but it was the 1800s, so you just had to accept history.

You made sure to always be respectful when visiting the cemetery, you would never want to disrupt the peace. You usually just sit on a sprawled-out towel blanket and read aloud a book to the girl. You know that she couldn’t hear you because she was… you know, dead, but it just felt right to do so.

You couldn’t go visit her since it was too late in the night and looked like it was about to storm anyway. You just quickly unpacked the car for the overnight and duffel bag for your weekend stay. The night was loud from the annoying ass cicadas. You just wanted to hurry inside to save your eardrums.

The house was imposing at night with the lights off, but the second you turned the light switch on, it just looked like the 80s threw up on the décor. All the furniture was new when your aunt was born 37 years ago and stayed untouched with a few additions like the smart tv in the living room/kitchen.

The weight of driving for so long was beginning to take its toll on you, so you were struggling to stay awake as you laid on the couch after your hot shower some random video about movie monsters.

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When you wake up a few hours later, it’s storming outside. The sky was light gray, but it was pouring down. You let out a sigh as you stretch and fix yourself a quick breakfast. Thankfully, by the time you’re done eating – the rain stopped. You take the opportunity to do chores for your aunt’s animals in the barn and visit the cemetery before the rain starts up again.

You borrow your aunt’s rain boots and make sure to wear old clothes that you don’t mind getting dirty, leftovers from previous visits. The shortcut was muddy, but nothing that wasn’t difficult to walk over. The forest looks extra beautiful after rain with the trees looking shiny with dewdrops, the light mist of fog, and the sunlight peeking through the clouds. And it smelled like the candle-ized version after it rains.

The grassy, unkempt area was the same as ever as you reach your favorite spot. Her grave was damp from the rain, but still looked clean despite you not visiting for years. You smile as you greet her.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m finally back. I hope you’ve been well. Sorry for not visiting for a while I was busy with school.”

You brush off some stray twigs on the statue and frown as you fix the heart locket you tied around the head years ago when you first discovered the area. It was kind of sad and kind of weird that 13-year-old you decided that you would be the sole groundskeeper. The positive aspect was that you were getting outside and receiving vitamin D.

A raindrop falls from the sky and makes it look like the statue is crying, “Oh, I wish I knew you, but you don’t have to cry about it.”

You let out another sigh as the rain starts to pick up again, so you decide it’s best to head back to your aunt’s place. You walk down the shortcut without looking back due to your time crunch to beat what’s looking like a nasty storm.

The clouds slowly grow a dark gray like the charcoal you use for stone rubbing or your facemasks. You were due for one since this semester has been hard on your sleep schedule and acne was appearing again. Which was extremely annoying since you just got your skin to be clear and a consistent skincare routine since your classes the semester before were easy.

Well, you can’t change the past you from not making your schedule under the assumption that you would be okay with a 9 AM class if you liked the content.

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After settling into the guest room that was unofficially your room, you lay on the bed with your noise cancelling headphones as your face mask dries. The storm was getting louder by the second and you just wanted to get some sleep. You had just done your everything shower, so you were content in your oversized sleep shirt and satin sheets you brought from home. You were definitely going to have good dreams.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep either during the podcast episode about internet drama or the video about your favorite horror video game’s lore. The window shows the beautiful yellow-orange morning in contrast to the disaster of torn up grass, tree branches everywhere, and your aunt’s goats having a fucking buffet.

Wait. Your aunt’s goats eating on plants. The goats that are supposed to be locked in their pin inside the barn.

You scramble out of bed while putting on your glasses and rain jacket. You struggle trying to round up the loose goats and give up as they’re just as stubborn as ignoring you as you are trying to bring them to the barn.

At least they were eating so that was a morning chore you wouldn’t have to do.

The front door to the barn was smashed in and most of the animals inside escaped to the free roam the farm. God, the tornado that rolled in last night was shaping up to be a fucking nightmare, at least that’s what the news channel the old radio in the barn was able to pick up was telling you.

“A local farmer said, and I quote, ‘There was a green lightning bolt that scared off all my chickens.’ Experts are unable to confirm if this is a possibility at this time –”

“Green lightning would be something.” You say as you shove hay into bins for the goats’ dinner in hopes that they’ll wander back into the barn. You wonder how you’ll break to your aunt in text since the time difference was 14 hours. You hope she had insurance.

One of the chickens runs past you, scaring you and causes you to drop the shovel you were holding. Your head flicks into the direction of what sounds like a human-like groan. You can make out some kind of figure in the shadow of the corner of the barn.

“Ah shit.” You sprint out of the barn as whatever the fuck chases after you. You would close the barndoor shut but of course the goddamn tornado had to put a tree through it. The staggered stomps behind you clue you in that thing after you is injured which works in your favor since your adrenaline made you a track star right now.

Taking the shortcut to the cemetery in an attempt to lose your creepy follower, you avoid branches and rocks in your way, so you don’t trip and die like the people in your favorite cheesy horror movies do. You’re better than that. If you’re going out, you’ll be the one to do it and some rando.

When you reach your alleged safety spot, you hop over a hole in the ground as you hear a thump and a delayed groan.

“Serves you right!” Peering down into the hole, your eyes widen as your jaw drops, the sight that greets you is what looks like a girl around your age except her skin is a ghastly gray, dressed in an outdated dress, and covered in dirt.

You continue to stare in shock as the girl tries to stand up but fails to. You watch in horror as it slowly dawns on you that the girl’s left hand is completely missing. Like the-bone-is-showing-and-no-way-it-just-happened-kind-of-missing. Your eyes slowly move to the headstone and your blood turns cold as you realize that the open grave is the one you frequent to. The model statue, the same one that shockingly resembles the girl, is ruined from a lightning strike.

“Are you, like, okay?”

The girl stops struggling for a second to blankly stare at you.

“Okay, so I’ll take that as a ‘no’. Anyway… is that you?” You point to the model statue as the girl lets out a grunt in response and to your shock and surprise, a slow repeated motion of nodding.

“Holy shit. I’m not sure how this is even possible. You’re supposed to be dead and buried.”

The dead girl goes back to trying to climb up the 6-foot hole. You contemplate how you were going to help her out – if you should just hold her only hand and hope her arm doesn’t pop out or if you could throw a rope down and hope for the best. Your thoughts cease as the girl stands on the same level as you.

“How did you get out?”

The girl ignores you as she starts hobbling towards you with her only hand extending towards you. Her cold, dead hand holds your left hand as she leans her head down. You let out a nervous laugh as you slowly move your hand back.

“We just met face to face, so it’s a little too early for that. I don’t know your name. What’s your name?”

The girl moved her hand toward her choker-covered neck and as you step closer you realize that her neck has been sliced through.

“Oh, that’s not good, but it’s okay that you can’t talk.” You look towards the headstone, “Since only 3 letters are readable maybe we can make a nickname out of that? Asi? Isa? I like Isa.”

Newly nicknamed Isa moves her mouth in what looks like an attempt to smile which you take as a beaming acceptance.

“Okay! Nice to meet you, Isa. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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If you had told your 13-year-old self that you would be helping a corpse into your aunt’s guest shower after she came back to life from a lightning strike, they would have asked what scary movie you stole that from.

After showing Isa the controls to work the shower, you laid out two towels on the bathroom counter and cleaned the mud tracks she left behind. The whole situation was pretty hilarious, at least you had someone your age to hang out with for Halloween in a town mainly occupied by retirees or new families with small children.

You’re interrupted scrubbing out a particularly stubborn patch of mud out of the staircase carpet when the doorbell rings. Your head whips towards the front door as the shower shuts off. Heading over to the door to greet the mystery guest, you put on a grin and open the door.

The face that greets you is one of your aunt’s neighbors that you remember liking, but not enough to remember their name. Your grin becomes genuine as the older lady kindly greets you and goes into a spiel of how she remembers you used to be this tall! You just nod at her story time as the shower turns on again.

“Oh, do you have someone over?”

“Yeah, just a friend.” You pray to every higher power up above to not let Isa walk over to you and the noise by the door. You don’t know how you were going to explain this away.

“You must be busy! I’ll leave you two alone so you can go back to your Halloween movies and such.”

You quickly wave her off and shut the door, wishing her a happy Halloween. You get a slight fright when you turn around and Isa is standing right behind you still looking a ghastly gray in contrast to the hot pink towel combo you left behind but now clean from all the dirt and bugs.

“Oh my god, you scared me! Let’s go back upstairs to get you some clothes.” You help Isa back up the stairs making sure to have her lean on your shoulder to help her balance. You go as slow as she needs to be safe which you don’t mind doing. It’s not like you were in a hurry since your schedule was to do light chores in the barn, waste your life away watching movies, and then maybe going to the grocery store to be candy for Halloween tonight. Which reminds you…

“I should dress you up as a zombie for Halloween which is the truth but not to make anyone want to chase us down with pitchforks and fire.”

Isa grunts as you reach the top stair and go around the corner to your room with some of the clothes you’ve left over the years.

“Sorry for the mess.” You make sure to help her step over your duffel bag by the door and the scattered mess of your makeup by the floor length mirror. You wanted to do an intricate makeup look for Halloween to get use of makeup you’ve had a for a while and to get your money’s worth. You still weren’t sure what you were going to dress up as maybe an iconic horror movie icon or something from your childhood and do fun, glitzy makeup or a basic supernatural creature.

You could just tear up some old clothes for Isa and add some fake blood to her costume. It had been fate that she came back from the dead on Halloween Eve.

You guide Isa to sit on the edge of your bed and open your walk-in closet, "For right now, I'll give you some pjs to wear while I make your zombie costume."

You offer a pair of pjs you wouldn't mind missing and give her space to change. Once she's done you can't help but stare in awe of how cute she looks. Isa almost looks like she could have been born in the same time as you which just shows how much of a timeless beauty she is.

You get a bright idea as you open your backpack, "Do you want to try 21st-century candy?"

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[bluefuckboy]

Monster

Gn!reader x Dabi

Meant for it to be cute fluff but somehow it mutated. Reader is a bookstore clerk. Sensitive content.

You never know why people think hitting on the bookstore clerk is a good idea. Sure you’re smart and people have told you you look cute with your messy bun and rimmed glasses that you think make you look like a librarian. It’s not like you wear anything sexy. Just a sweater and your name tag.

Yet the man in front of you is clearly trying to start something as you ring up his purchase. He’s stocky and terribly unattractive. Even his voice is grating.

“I like to think of myself as a book nerd.”

He gives you a smile that makes you wanna barf, but you put on a fake grin and answer like you always do. “Well I hope this book adds to your collection then.”

He looks disappointed as you hand him back the copy of Field Guide to Chicks of the United States. His book choice alone was more than enough to make you disgusted by his advances. You give him another forced smile.

“Have a good day.”

He mutters something under his breath as he takes the book and shuffles off. You drop the façade, pushing your glasses up to rub the bridge of your nose. You love your job, of course, but there are times when you wish you could just disappear among the stacks of books you spend your days in.

You don’t realize there’s another customer in line until you hear a deep voice say, “Trouble with your glasses?”

Your head snaps up as you stutter, “Oh! Sorry. I uh…”

You stop as you make eye contact with the man. His eyes are a shade of blue you’ve never seen before. Your mind immediately goes to a way to describe them, shuffling through synonyms for blue, as that word doesn’t do them justice in the least.

Working at a bookstore, or doing anything with books was something you felt you were made to do. Your quirk gave you the ability to memorize entire novels if you wanted to. They say some people have photographic memories, but in your case, your memory is a filing cabinet of anything and everything you’ve ever read.

You had the dictionary and several thesaurus memorized by the time you were four. You were a voracious reader, and your mind stored each page in it’s own compartment. You could quote the entirety of the formidable, rambling sentence that capped off On the Road as easily as telling someone what you had for dinner last night.

It was a quirk you felt privileged to have and you snapped your fingers loudly when you finally found the right word for the man’s eyes. Cerulean. Specific and almost mysterious. Perfectly fitting for the tall, dark stranger looking down at you with an eyebrow raised.

You flush at his gaze and sheepishly take the book he had set down on the counter. You try to make polite conversation to take away the awkwardness you feel.

“Oh Frankenstein, huh? I love this one.”

“Me too,” the man replies, and for some reason you get chills.

You wish you could see his face. He has most of it covered by a mask, and the hat he’s wearing makes it even more difficult to make out features aside from his eyes. You notice yourself staring at them again and you clear your throat.

“Certainly a classic. I always like to hear what people think of it. Whether it’s more a commentary on morality, or the dangers of scientific progress. Or even the core of humanity as a- oh sorry. I’m rambling.” You smile at your feet. “I just really love this one.”

The man’s eyes turn up slightly as he watches you. “I think it’s more of a tragedy.”

Your eyebrows go up. “Oh? How so?”

“Everyone likes to dissect the representation of the Monster and point fingers at who is the villain. Personally I think Dr. Frankenstein is the real monster.”

His voice gets quieter. “His Monster never asked to be made. He was made to fulfill Frankenstein’s arrogant ambitions. And then, when he’s not good enough, Frankenstein abandons him.”

He huffs out what sounds like a pained laugh and you can’t help but feel he’s speaking from some sort of personal experience. You turn the book over in your hands, trying to formulate a reply.

The man, however, continues, his eyes distant, “Everyone is so quick to judge such a hideous creation. I’m curious as to would they do if they found out who the real monster was?”

He sighs and then hands you the exact amount rung up on the register. As you put your palm out to cup the coins he places there, his fingers brush your skin. It feels unnaturally hot and you quickly clench your hand shut, keeping the cold coins inside.

You go to hand the book to him. He meets you halfway, the sleeve of his jacket riding up as he extends his hand. Your stomach drops as you see a row of thick, surgical staples winding around his wrist, separating the smooth skin of his hand. The flesh covering his wrist is marred, continuing up his forearm into the dark sleeve.

The man must notice your lingering eyes as he takes the book. He puts his hand up, the sleeve falling more, revealing the same warped skin. His face is emotionless as he speaks again.

“Always the monster who suffers. At least he gets to go out in a blaze of glory so to speak.” He lowers his hand and his eyes lock with yours. “If only the agony of the flames could have been felt by the corpse of his creator.”

Your mouth goes dry at his words and you feel your heart speed up. He holds your gaze for another second, then you watch his back as he leaves. As the door shuts behind him you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding in.

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A week later you stand in the sea of people staring up at the man on every tv, every screen. You recognize his voice. As if you could ever forget. But now you can see all of him.

You can see all the scars, the countless staples holding him together. His eyes are staring at you, boring into you as you hear the words he’s saying. It’s hard to process the horrible things he’s saying. You want to cover your ears and close your eyes. Get away from the horror being revealed.

But you’re stuck, transfixed as his story echos the words within the pages of Mary Shelley’s masterpiece of fiction. You almost wish this was the same. But you know it’s real. It’s a reality that makes your blood run cold as you stare once again at those cerulean eyes.

Your mind subconsciously pulls forth some of the final words of Frankenstein’s monster. You cover your mouth in fear that you might let out a malapropos laugh at the cruel irony.

“I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.”

[nakachuchu]

Pup | Dad!M-21

part one

SYNOPSIS: You're his daughter.

READER: female

WORDS: 696

WRITTEN: 01/10/2021

NOTES: Requested by @huntersmoon1 I really should have been more clear with my request form, but I only ever watched the anime. However, thank you for giving me a little backstory! It was very helpful.

Frankenstein stared up at the laboratory, fingers tucked around a document file labeled "Y/N."

He resisted the urge to sigh, stepping inside the laboratory. It wasn't hard to miss the large glass tube that housed — what looked like — a human. He knew better than that.

Bringing his left wrist up, he audibly sighed this time. "Master Raizel will be agitated if I do not come home soon." He glanced up at the tube, then stepped toward it.

You squirmed around in Frakenstein's arms, attempting to bite him occasionally, but not to the point of drawing blood.

"Please stay still or I'll have to restrain you."

You frowned and stopped squirming, but his threat didn't stop you from nibbling on his shoulder.

He ignored your nibbling, having plans to drop you in the care of with M-21 immediately. Having arrived back home, he could hear the voices of his master and friends talking.

"Master Raizel, I'm back. I've brought her," Frankenstein announced.

Raizel nodded, tea cup in hand, as everyone looked at the girl in his arms.

"She's naked!" exclaimed Takeo, eyes darting anywhere but her.

The gray hair and eyes didn't go past M-21. He squinted her eyes and stared at you.

Your teeth let go of Frankenstein's shoulder in order to properly look at M-21. Your nose twitched as you sniffed the air quietly.

"She likes biting — like a dog, you could say," said Frankenstein. "It seems she also has a good nose."

M-21's eyes widened. "You don't mean — "

"She's your daughter."

M-21 nearly fainted on the spot.

M-21 learned that even though you looked like a teenager, your mind didn't process things as such. Your brain hadn't had time to be fully developed, but you were a quick learner.

He took it upon himself to teach you everything he possibly could, silently simmering every time Frankenstein offered to teach you something.

You slept with M-21 because it was the first time you were allowed to feel warmth and sleep at the same time. The liquid in the tube was always cold.

Each morning, he would wake up having to reprimand you for nibbling on him in his sleep. You never bit hard, and he learned through parenting books that you were teething, even though your teeth were already fully developed.

He taught you how to use chopsticks and a phone, brought you your very first pair of clothes, and even brushed your hair for you.

You were an almost exact copy of him, which slightly frighten him, considering how he never had sex in order to help produce you. Crombel had taken his semen out from him after injecting him with a sleep paralysis. It was a cruel way to produce a child — even more cruel when the child was supposed to overtake its predecessor.

Instead, he produced you, a cute replica of him that seemed to act more like a puppy than a werewolf.

"I wanna go out," you demanded.

"No."

"Why?"

"It's dangerous," he claimed.

"But you'll be there, right?" you asked.

He flinched. Obviously, he didn't want to imply that he wasn't strong enough to protect you, but he never knew what dangers lurked outside in the public.

"Not today," he said instead.

You pouted.

M-21 swore he could see a dejected set of ears and tail on you. He nearly gave into you if it wasn't for the fact that Tao walked into the room nonchalantly.

"Lunch is ready," said Tao.

You perked up at that, always looking forward to eating. "Food! Dad, let's go!"

M-21 froze at that. He could feel his heart stutter. You never called him that before.

Tao noticed, clearly amused. "Y/N, I don't think he heard you. Keep calling him."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. "Dad didn't hear me? But he's right here." You leaned forward, placing your hands on his shoulders in order to gently shake him. "Dad, can you hear me? Lunch is ready, and I can smell meat. If you don't hurry, I'll eat your portion too."

"N-No, I heard you," he stammered.

You puffed out your cheeks. "Then, hurry up!"

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Request: "Hi there! Loveeee your writing for Fire Force and was wondering if you could do headcanons (SFW and NSFW if that's ok!) for Akitaru and a fem s/o for celebrating birthdays or holidays?"

Pairing: Akitaru Obi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Happy birthday, Obi! I’m a little late but I made up for it by making this 2.5k words, haha. NSFW content is below the cut, it’s mixed in throughout instead of separate! I used these HC as a way to talk about some of the days I celebrate personally from the Wheel of the Year - eight holidays that celebrate the spring equinox, the summer solstice, the autumnal equinox, the winter solstice, and the four cross-quarter days between them.

Akitaru loves the holidays. He’s the kind of person who plans celebrations a month in advance, sometimes even longer depending on what the special occasion is. He’ll put out decorations, bake pastries, cook whole meals, and even throw parties where he’ll give mushy speeches.

You think he leans into celebrating even more for the sake of the rest of Company 8. Nearly all of his companions had come from troubled backgrounds or had lost their loved ones and he was always clear that the Eighth was their family too. Akitaru is the father figure of their ragtag company and he takes that role seriously. Not just in protecting them and guiding them but in doing the little things that family did - like celebrating holidays.

So, when these special occasions roll around, you better get ready because this man is not just celebrating for the fun of it but because it’s a way to bond with you and the rest of Company 8. 

The Holy Sol Temple has generic, catch-all versions of all the seasonal holidays. With the Temple worshiping a Sun God, their holidays are centered around solar events like the solstices, the equinoxes, and the cross-quarter days between. December celebrations are all bundled up into the Winter Solstice, Ostara and Easter became the Spring Equinox, Samhain and Halloween became the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day, and so on.

Even though these combined holidays are the most frequently celebrated, the pre-Cataclysm holidays still exist and are still celebrated. It is on a much smaller scale though so this makes celebrating these holidays a much more meaningful affair. If you celebrate a particular day, whether it’s because of tradition or your heritage or something else entirely, Akitaru is excited to learn and be a part of something so important to you.

Valentine’s Day is one of his favorite holidays because it’s a celebration he gets to spend with the woman he had fallen madly in love with - you. He likes that there’s a holiday dedicated to your love for each other and he tends to go overboard with making sure you know how much he cherishes you.

Akitaru is really cheesy about showing you how much he loves you. He always starts the day by waking up before you and sneaking into the kitchen so he can make you breakfast in bed. He’ll cook your pancakes in the shape of wobbly hearts and there will be a protein shake there with your orange juice. He has covered your entire bathroom with sticky notes, each note containing sweet messages he had written throughout the year about how much he loves you. You have a hand bound book on your shelf filled with pressed flowers and love notes that he had made for you one year.

He once hired a skywriter plane to write your initials in a heart in the sky. He loves you so much that it turns him into the corniest, sappiest man on the face of the planet.

He takes the Firefighter Calendar very seriously and he’s absolutely playful and confident enough to wear something sexy for you as a surprise. If you surprise him by wearing some revealing lingerie, he will spend the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you and showing you how beautiful you were.

Akitaru is such a big man but he can be so delicate that the tenderness he touches you with makes your breath catch. But sometimes he forgets his own strength, especially when you’re wrapped up like a present, and he tears the wrapping paper. You know better now than to expect whatever pretty lingerie you buy to survive the night.

He makes sure that you can’t get out of bed when he’s done with you and that works out great for him because, guess what - dinner in bed is on the way.

The Spring Equinox mornings are always spent outside basking in the nice weather and the warm sun as you plant new flowers in the cathedral garden. You spend the afternoon spring cleaning your home, sweeping behind all the furniture and packing up winter clothes. The afternoons are spent painting eggs and hiding little gifts of candy and sweets around the cathedral for the rest of the company to find.

Every year, the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day (or Halloween as most call it outside the church) is a day-long affair. Mornings are spent carving Jack-o’-lanterns and baking cookies decorated with icing in the shapes of skulls, bats, and spiderwebs. During the afternoon, you’re putting out last minute decorations and filling bowls with king-sized candy bars for the trick-or-treating children that stop by the Fire Force cathedral.

Somehow, Akitaru is always able to convince everyone at the Eighth to dress up in costumes. He especially loves doing coordinated outfits with you, like Frakenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein or a werewolf and a vampire. One year, he was able to convince the entire company to dress up as zombies and you all spent the day making zombie noises at each other and giggling.

If you like getting a little scared for Halloween, he'll take you to a haunted house or a haunted trail where he will inevitably be clinging to you by the end of the experience. If you get chased by the workers wielding fake chainsaws at a trail, he will get so scared that he will literally scoop you up into his arms and run away.

If you’re more interested in staying home and spending time together, you’ll nestle up on the couch together with a bowl of candy and some of the pastries you had baked earlier and binge watch horror movies. He has absolutely no talent whatsoever for video games - you swear the man can’t even figure out how to hold the controller half the time - but he will happily cuddle you and cheer you on if you wanted to play some scary video games instead.

Once you two are alone, Akitaru can’t seem to get his hands off of you. He thinks you are so beautiful every single day but there is something so alluring to him about you dressed up. If you’re wearing one of those revealing costumes, his eyes are glued to you the entire day and, once he can finally get you away from everyone, he’s tearing it off to get to the sweets underneath.

He is very sensitive to the fact that winter holidays can be very personal to a person depending on their background. Most people in Tokyo celebrate the Winter Solstice but there are people who still celebrate the pre-Cataclysm holidays. Whichever holiday you want to observe, Akitaru wants to support you and celebrate with you.

You want to build an altar for Yuletide? He’s bringing home pretty rocks and little trinkets he found that he thought you might like to give as offerings.

You want to light a menorah for Hanukkah? He’s cleaned off a special spot in the kitchen window for the candelabrum.

You want to decorate a tree for Christmas? He’s driving around looking for a pine tree he can cut down for you.

You want to decorate the house for Kwanzaa? He’s singing with you as you both hang brightly colored kente and he’s memorized all seven core principles to talk to you about during the week.

You want to host a dinner for Las Posadas? He’s in the kitchen helping you make tamales and he even stuffed and hung two piñatas - one for the new recruits and the other for you both and the rest of the company.

When it comes to gifts, Akitaru is really good at picking out presents for you. He always listens when you talk and he makes sure to remember when you talk about things that you like. He’s the kind of guy who will buy small presents throughout the year and stow them away in the back of his closet until the winter holidays roll around.

He’s extremely easy to buy gifts for, he loves the traditional “dad” gifts. Get this man some brand new winter socks, a new jacket to replace the coat he got too muscular for, and some new underwear and he is happy. If you give him something a little more exciting in addition to his gifts, like taking off your robe to reveal you’re wrapped up in a bow, he will gladly unwrap you and give you a present of his own.

For New Years, he likes to host a little get together with Company 8 to celebrate. You all make a big dinner and maybe even get a little tipsy before going up to the roof to watch the fireworks. You sit in chairs you had set out earlier, Akitaru settling you into his warm lap instead, and watch in amazement as Company 1 puts on their yearly fireworks show in the sky over Tokyo.

When the show reaches its climax and the clock rolls over to midnight, he kisses you.

Whether you’re drunk on a little alcohol or just the excitement of the night, sex on New Years Eve is always fun. It’s so easy to be yourself and to feel beautiful with him - he is such a light hearted and openly loving man - but tipsy sex is always full of smiles and laughter interspersed with little gasps and moans. There’s no shame and it just feels good to be complete with the man you love.

On Lunar New Year, he is taking you out to shop for new clothes and he’s helping you give out cards and gifts. He makes sure to buy a bag of sweets to leave as an offering once you clean the altar at home later that day. In the evening, he’s once again in the kitchen, helping cook eight different dishes for the reunion dinner with a communal hot pot always being the centerpiece of the meal.

Akitaru loves the holidays but his favorite celebrations are the ones for you two specifically: your birthdays and your anniversary.

For his birthday, he just wants a small get together with the rest of the company and maybe a couple friends. He is still as ridiculously easy as ever to shop for, just buy him new exercise equipment and he’ll love it. He works out so much that he wears down and breaks his equipment and he’s always excited to try a new machine.

He especially loves it when you surprise him in the bedroom with something new. If you teach yourself how to deep throat his impressive size, he’ll be wrapped around your little finger for a week straight. If you give him the remote to your vibrating panties while you’re out getting dinner, he’ll break down halfway through your meal and pull you into the bathroom to make you see stars. You never need an excuse to experiment in bed but it’s always fun surprising him with something every year.

For your birthday, Akitaru will always ask you what you want instead of trying to surprise you. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a party if you don’t want it and he doesn’t want you to be craving more if he plans for a day at home.

If you want to go out, he'll take you to the amusement park for games and roller coasters (one of which he couldn’t even ride because the safety harness didn’t fit over his muscular body). If you like the outdoors, he’ll take you on a hike through one of the nature preserves and lead you to a picnic he prepared for you. If you like to dance, he’s taking you out and trying his best not to step on your toes.

If you want to stay in, Akitaru will buy you a copy of the newest video game you had your eye on and will order pizza so he can watch you try to beat it in one sitting. He’ll spend the morning baking and decorating a cake from scratch and it comes out incredible. He’ll give you a massage and his almost too strong grip feels so good it sends shivers up your spine.

On your birthday, he is in the palm of your hand. Whatever you want to do, anything you want to try, he is so eager to please. He’s an open-minded man and there really aren’t many things that are hard passes for him in bed. He isn’t particularly well versed in the kinky stuff so he’ll need a bit of an explanation sometimes but, once he understands what you want, he will gladly give it to you.

Without a doubt, your anniversary is Akitaru’s favorite holiday of the year. He loves that your anniversary is a celebration of your bond and a reaffirming of your love for each other. He’s honestly just as dramatic on this day as he is on Valentine’s Day - if not more so - and he will come up with the most cheesy, romantic ways of telling you he loves you.

Sticking to tradition, he took you out to a fancy dinner one year to a restaurant with a dress code and no prices on the menu. Even with the overly formal atmosphere, he was still his usual boisterous self throughout the dinner and his sunshine smile puts you at ease. The dinner was spectacular and, even if you normally hated stuffy environments like that, his happiness is contagious and you feel comfortable.

On your anniversary, he makes it his Sol given duty to fuck you until you scream when you cum. He makes it a point to give you the best orgasm of the year, making you finish over and over until your pleasure climbs to a high that has moans shamelessly spilling from your lips. You absolutely cannot walk the day after your anniversary so, every year, you take not only your anniversary off but the day following as well.

Akitaru pays such close attention to your moods and your likes and dislikes when it comes to the holidays throughout the year and tries his best to make you happy. At the end of the day, he just wants to be with you and for you to have a good time.

After all, he loves you so much he wants to spend the rest of his life making happy memories like these together.

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