#god this is so self indulgent im sorry

[seagiri]

dwarves....

[normal-person-i-promise]

»— yandere reigen headcanons —>

tw for obsessive tendencies, possessive tendencies, manipulation (guilt tripping, gaslighting, etc.) sort of. forced isolation? like cutting off ties to friends and family

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× It had started out normal. Just another client. Just another forgettable face. But the more Reigen talked to you, the more he felt your skin beneath his fingertips...

× He gets a little... Interested, in you, and manages to convince you that you'll need to come again — that the spirit weighing down your shoulders has not yet left, regardless of how you feel. He'd even charge less!

× So you come again. And again. And again. He'd always greet you with a smile, offering you a cup of "purifying coffee" whilst his hands worked away at your shoulders, making pleasant conversation as he does so.

× After a few weeks of him "getting rid of that god forsaken spirit", Reigen brings you to a ramen shop. He'd said that spirits despise this place — the food exorcises your body from the inside, however that works — and that the ramen here is "blessed". He'd brought you here to do just that; an exorcism, nothing more. The food is good and the staff are polite, so you agree to go with him again.

× And so it becomes normal for him to invite you out to eat — you'd even consider him a friend. He's polite enough; he makes pleasant conversation, he always walks you home... He's nice to be around.

× Whenever you'd tell Reigen that you weren't free to get dinner together, that you weren't free to see him, his tone would be one of hurt and his voice would be one of pain. He's done so much for you, after all. He's done nothing but help you, done nothing but heal you, even charging you less for those pesky spirits! What's one little cancelled plan just to see him?

× The more you talk to him, though, the more you realize that... Your friends, your family — or so you call them — aren't as good as you perceive them to be. "I'm a psychic!" He says, flashing you a charming grin. "I'm knowledgeable in these aspects."

× And so, one by one, you begin to cut them off. It's a slow process, one that hurts a lot more than it should, but you know that this is for the best. "You deserve better than them," he'd say over takoyaki. "You deserve someone who appreciates you."

× He'd message you often ever since he got your number. He'd call you late at night to rant about how this certain customer was just being such a jerk, and how he wished every client he served was just like you. Perfect, perfect you...

× Eventually, it had become a sort of... Nightly routine. You'd text him during the day whenever you were free, then call him at night to listen to him go on about a particularly nasty spirit, or a wonderfully polite customer. You'd... Consider Reigen a good friend now. The familiar ringing of your phone was like a comfort to you in the cold of loneliness, and his warm voice always brought a smile to your face.

× Sometimes, he'd... Say that he's too tired. He'd ask to come over, and you'd always say yes. It's so... Lonely, having cut off all your friends and family, so you always enjoyed what company he brought.

× He'd stay over at your place at least once a week, cooking for you and taking care of your home — acting as though he lives there, welcoming himself inside and helping himself to anything he needed. He's always polite, and seems to leave your house cleaner than when he entered.

× ...So you begin to invite him into your home almost every day. Reigen would almost never refuse your offer, saying that it's safer to have a powerful psychic around, especially since the spirits haunting you are so great and terrible. You absolutely love when he stays over for the night; it means you won't be plagued by a silent phone, it means you'll finally have someone to talk to.

× You grow... Attached, to Reigen, trying to see him more on the streets and getting almost every meal together. He's so... Sweet, so charming, and every time you'd strike up a conversation with him, he always seems so happy to talk to you. He seems so... Wise, so knowledgeable, whenever you'd ask him questions; it's like he always knows the right thing to say, and how to say it.

× He begins to get you gifts. Nothing special, usually just a bag of salt or a few handpicked "purifying" flowers. You'd always accept them with gratitude, smiling at him as you take the gift from his hands. He always seems to... Brush his hands against yours whenever you take the gift from his hands. Not that you mind, though.

× Your mental state... You can feel it getting worse. Turns out cutting off all ties to friends and family does things to you, so you find yourself going to Spirits & Such a lot more often to just have someone to talk to, someone you trust. "They're only with you to get something out of you," he'd said. "They don't want you. Just your services."

× You begin to spend almost all your time with Reigen, almost never being seen without him. Isn't it so lonely to be in your empty, quiet house, with no one to talk to? Isn't it so painful to be without him, to not be around him? There's no one else to be around, after all. Everyone will hurt you, everyone will use you. It hurts, it hurts, so you never leave his side. You always go over to Reigen's house, or he'd go over to yours.

× There's this one day when he's staying at your house for the night that he... He gets this debilitating headache — we're talking clutching his head, writhing in pain down on the floor — and he chokes out a few words, barely audible over his noises of pain. "Don't... Go out... Spirits... Will attack..."

× ...So you don't. You stay, most of the time, in your house. Reigen's always there to bring you whatever you need from outside your door — takeout? Got it! Groceries? On the way!

× Slowly, slowly, you find yourself falling for the charming psychic. He just seems so... Perfect, so much better than everyone else. "Everyone's out to get you except me," he'd said, giving you a soft smile. "I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't found you that day."

× ...Oh, and Reigen? God, he's obsessed with you. Your voice, your eyes, your hair... You're... Perfect. And what's more, everything he's been doing to you has been working wonderfully! You've cut off all your ties, you've put him on this high pedestal in your mind — you're falling in love with him, for God's sake! Finally, he has someone to be with! Finally, he won't be alone!

× When you'd confessed to him, he had been overjoyed. This is all he could have ever wanted, to be with you, to be yours, for you to be his! The transition from being friends to dating him is smooth — you've been doing everything a couple would do already: he'd bring you gifts, he'd stay over at your place, you'd have long phone calls that lasted until morning...

...

× ...There's this one day when Reigen goes out for a company trip, and you... You break. God, it's so quiet, it's so empty, it's so lonely...

...That's... Weird. Reigen has been acting like he's been dating you, even before you began to fall in love with him...

...

...Wait.

You've never felt this way before meeting him, have you?

× You reflect a bit. Okay, so... You meet him for a spiritual consultation, he gives you an exorcism, he tells you to come by more, he brings you out to eat... Okay, now it's a little fuzzy. You think he... You remember what he'd said, that... That your friends and family are inferior to him, that they only want to use you.

...Okay, that's a little... Weird. The jump between him exorcising your spirits and knowing about your friends and family...

× Come to think of it, he... Knows a lot more than he should. He knows what food you like, he knows what size clothes you wear, he knows your schedule, he knows where you work...

× Then he... He begins to treat you like his... His lover, even prior to you confessing him and the both of you starting to date, and then he... He discouraged you from going out, saying that there's "harmful spirits"...

...You're starting to doubt whether Reigen is even a psychic.

× ...Okay, okay! So, you try to get back into contact with your family and friends, and... Okay, yeah, they just shut you out, but that's fine! You'll be fine, you're sure. But you can't just... Live without friends, right? You can't just live without seeing your family every now and then, right?

× "You can," Reigen had reassured you when he'd come back. "I'm here. I'm more than enough for you, right?"

× ...You're smarter now. You push him away, kick him out of your house, told him that he'd cut off all your friends and family. "It's not my fault they're all toxic," he'd shot back, angrily. "It's not my fault that I'm the only one who can treat you right."

× ...Okay, that... That makes a lot of sense, actually. You welcome him back in, apologising profusely for your mistake. Reigen knows better than you, after all. You're bound not to see mistakes, not to see the flaws; that's why he's here. He's here to protect you from those horrid people.

× "I love you," he'd repeated over and over. "You can't leave. It's not safe out there."

× ...So you don't.

[blazersparker]

Okay, I am severely curious about Na- Ner.. Hold on *checks notes* Narnia- Nareena! I'm curious about Nareena!

Ramble free zone, I wanna know who they are

~Jayden (He/They/Xe)

WEHEHE TYY SO MUCH FOR THE ASK IM!!!! SO EXCITED GOD . NAREENA. WHERE DO I EVEN START!!! Left side is his healing arc :3

Fun fact! My best friend picked Nareena's name. Originally I just called her "elder", and then I went ok give me a name off the top of your head GO and fae said Nareena so. That is his name now. I didn't even second guess it or anything

OK LONG RANT AHEAD WOOPS:

UH TW FOR RELIGIOUS ABUSE!! they grew up in a cult essentially so

Nareena's the eldest sibling at the orphanage- not really based on age, lots of them don't even know their birthdays, but based off ranking. She's the most obedient, and most knowledgeable of their traditions and scriptures, so she's earned her title of an elder.

Nareena views all the kids as his siblings, though he'd always had a soft spot for Sokar, which Masha takes note of and absuloutely despises. This causes a lot of conflict between the three that Sokar is mostly unaware of till the Tragedy TM

Why does Nareena have a soft spot for Sokar? Well!! They're much more alike than most people believe, Nareena just keeps a lot of her issues internal, while Sokar can't help but wear her heart on her sleeve. Nareena feels as though comforting Sokar helps her in some way- giving someone the care she wishes she had?

He keeps his hair short consistently, since the adults at the orphanage shave Sokar's hair as soon as it grows long so she doesn't start getting any ideas about being like the girls- Nareena says that if he's a girl with short hair, then Sokar can be too.

The Tragedy TM occurs because of Nareena. She tells on Masha despite knowing what they'd do to her, because she knows what they'd do to her, and the adults salute her for it. She doesn't feel like she did something holy or right. She feels dirty and awful and guilty. She misses Masha. She shouldn't miss a traitor, should she?

Nareena grows her hair out after Masha's death and Sokar's dissaperance. She grows into her role as an older sister- she becomes everything she knows Masha and Sokar hated. She keeps the kids in line. She wears her ritual scar on her chest proudly and shamefully at the same time- she survived, but you wouldn't want to end up like her, would you?

Nareena breaks apart any kid who has any resemblance to Masha or Sokar, and lies awake in her new room regretting it every single night. She says it's for the best. She says if she doesn't teach them now, they'll get too cocky. They'll end up just like her. She's keeping them safe. She's keeping them safe, isn't she?

No one's seen Nareena smile in a long, long time. Some of the adults who grew up with her swear she used to laugh, used to voice her opinions without a second thought, and none of the kids believe them.

UMM BUCNH OF PLOT STUFF I DONT FULLY HAVE FIGURED OUT HAPPENS BUT !!! basically Nareena's sent out to search for a rouge demon [btw they're all demons idk if the horns made it obvious] who wasn't in the orphanage or anywhere underground, and it turns out to be Sokar!! Insert nuclear level argument and plot stuff happens and uhhh ghost Masha moves on, Nareena almost dies [but doesnt!] and they dismantle the cult/orphanage [just barely] and yaayy!! Nareena healing arc

Nareena is such an asshole. He thinks he's better than everyone but like ?? Like he thinks it's a fact. He doesn't gloat but he's consistently condescending and speaks as if you wouldn't understand a word she's saying unless she spelled it out for you. Nareena thinks there's not a single thing in the world she could struggle with. Think Jayce league of legends! Self-loathing asshole who somehow believes he's perfect and has intense catholic guilt despite not being catholic. He DOES work on this- Cassandra helps considering they do NOT tolerate that behaviour and make it very obvious why being an asshole is gonna backfire on you eventually. Eventually Nareena starts to realise other people's opinions and points of view matter and his experiences r not universal <3 never put her in a position of charge ever again tho. Brings out his demons

Nareena cuts her hair again- he's always liked it shorter, and now that he's realising everything he'd learned as a child was mostly bullshit, she's learning to accept parts of herself she'd shunned away out of shame. Nareena wears clothes she never would have before, lets himself read books for the sake of having fun rather than learning, and he tells Sokar he doesn't really feel like a girl, despite still wanting to be called a sister.

His relationship with Sokar has a lot of hurdles- Nareena realising Sokar isn't a child anymore, and not naive nor 12, and how that doesn't fit in her perception of Sokar causes a ton of issues, but they work it out! Nareena adapts to the surface a lot better than Sokar too- considering Nareena was a full-fledged adult with a support system while Sokar was a traumatised 14 year old practically dumped on the side of the road after she'd watched her sister die, which Sokar almost feels jealous of, or bad about. They also work this out tho :3 also Sokar has obviously had many years to overcome her religious trauma, but Nareena still thinks based on what she learned as a child on instinct, and has no brain to mouth filter, so she ends up saying upsetting things very often. Sokar knows Nareena's still learning, but it's making her feel bad too, so like argument ensues.

UM THIS IS SO LONG SORRY I THINK THATS ENOUGH . I wrote a whole thing about the tragedy but it was like 4 whole pages [woops] so I might just brush it up and post it on ao3 or something :3 if you'd like to read that let me knoww

[amethyst-halo]

hi im gonna explain my funny lil self indulgent road trip au thing no one asked but i want to talk abt it and holy shit its long i didn’t realize i had so much planned out hello

tw for like... tracking/being followed, some betrayal, a car crash and subsequent hospital scene

the idea was that the leaders decide not to look for the sisters in darkness within, so shadowsight bristlefrost and rootspring plan a whole heist where they steal one of the guilds’ trucks and go looking for the sisters alone. they plan out everything; they start stashing money and non-perishable food they can take, they get a map and plan out where they’re gonna go (the map is incredibly outdated and basically useless but they don’t know that), they do all this stuff to get ready as off-the-radar as they can so no one catches on (stuff like not using phones to plan their route so they can’t be tracked, etc), they get old license plates from rootspring and steal some car tags so no one can identify the stolen car, etc etc etc, and this works really well for the most part! except shadowsight lives in the same space as puddleshine who figures out they’re up to something but he doesn’t know what.

so when they all sneak out and meet up to start everything, puddleshine meets up with alderheart (bc alderpuddle) and they follow them. when they realize these kids are gonna steal a car, they confront them. and puddleshine is about to make them go home, when they alert someone or set off an alarm or something so their cover is completely blown. in a panic, they run to the truck they were after and get in asap, and alderheart and puddleshine follow bc they don’t want them getting hurt. they do a whole chase scene and get out of the territories n stuff!

puddleshine is now very mad about this whole thing and demands to know what they were even thinking; this was such a stupid move, they’ll be in so much trouble... and rootspring and bristlefrost explain they Know they should find the sisters for help and if the leaders wouldn’t do it, they would. and they point out that from the leaders’ perspectives, he and alderheart were now involved and therefore would also get in trouble if they get caught or turn back. puddleshine’s still mad (mostly bc he’s scared tbh) but alderheart agrees with the plan which makes him agree too. the teens explain their plan with the map, and alderheart (the only one of them that’s been off the territories before) points out the map is outdated. soooo the route they had figured out was no longer viable.

also it turns out tree knew what they were doing because rootspring says he told him to start at a specific city. alderheart is surprised bc the city is a few states over and asks why he said to go there. rootspring says tree didn’t tell him, but he trusts him so they decide to listen to his advice.

they get as far as they can before stopping to better prepare, bc two of them don’t have Anything like clothes and the other three didn’t manage to get much. they buy (or steal) thrifted clothes, replace the license plates, figure out a better route, idk they get sorted out better. there’s a bit where alderheart and puddleshine are just like “man what the fuck did we get ourselves into”

they go for a while, trying to find their way to that city. they are also avoiding a patrol that followed them out of the territories and are trying to get them home again.

when they get to the next state they stop in a town briefly and suddenly needleclaw shows up and is excited to see them. she explains she’s been following them but doesn’t say how and she says she wants to help. they do whatever they were doing and when they get into their truck, needleclaw insists on driving... and when they’re all in the truck, she shows them she’s got leafstar on speed dial and reveals she was set up to get them and demands to know what they’re doing and why. rootspring pleads with her not to out them but she’s hurt he left her behind and points out the leaders are furious with the five of them. rootspring admits they’re looking for the sisters and says he knows she thinks the sisters could help them with ashfur and tries to get her to come with them. he manages to convince her, and she gets them away from the patrol she’s with. when the others are hesitant to trust her, she admits tree wants to leave the territories with her, rootspring, and violetshine, and she doesn’t want to go so she’s trying to help fix the problem so he has no reason to leave.

they eventually end up at the city and discover that leaf, a sister that’s become famous since leaving the group, is hosting a party thing there. rootspring calls tree and tree explains he told leaf to expect them for sisters business, so there’s a bit where they attend a fancy party bc i thought it would be fun! alderheart does not want to do it at all

i simply like fancy party scenarios. they have to take on fake identities for it so if the patrol comes looking no one can out them; leaf says bristlefrost is a famous singer and the rest are her entourage like bodyguards and manager and whatever. yes there is a bit where she sings. this is self indulgent don’t forget

they also are not allowed to give away that they’re there on sisters business bc honestly i just thought it would be more fun to write. secret agent party scene commence

leaf tells them where to look, and turns out the sisters are... really, really far away. and with no solid way of contacting them, they can’t tell them to meet them somewhere closer, so their only option is to try and catch up with them.

there’s a lotta filler of traveling and shenanigans and bonding and avoiding that patrol who is Even Bigger now that needleclaw betrayed them. the four teens learn more about the world outside of the territories- they know some, but it’s from an outsider’s perspective because they don’t travel almost at all; kinda like how they go to twolegplaces in the books and have to be helped by kittypets and whatnot- and its just a lot of found family stuff bc i’m a sucker for that

theyyyy eventually get close to where the sisters are supposed to be and are trying to look for them while avoiding that patrol... but while they’re on a section of highway thats in the woods and surrounded by steep cliffs going either up or down... some idiot on the road makes them crash off the side.

they all live and stuff!!! but y’know they’re hurt obviously and rootspring almost dies BUT! guess who finds them! the sisters who were camping out close by!!! they take them in and patch them up as best they can and agree to help them with ashfur, buuuut first they need to see like an actual doctor bc they just like crashed and stuff so they are taken back to where search parties can find them and are picked up and go to like. ✨ the hospital ✨

THAT’S when that patrol that’s been following them catches up and its made up of violetshine and tree, dovewing and (my oc who is in everything now) morningmist, tigerheart, ivypool, and some others who idc enough to specify.

they all get told off and are definitely in trouble but mostly they’re just relieved that none of them like died in the crash. the aforementioned cats are mostly just like “oh thank god” bc their kids were okay n stuff. that’s where this bit i posted a while ago is from!

tigerheart demands to know what they were doing and they spill everything including how the sisters agreed to help and when they’re all like discharged from the hospital they go home and tbc shenanigans continue hooray!!!!

basically....... its just a very long alternate journey in darkness within

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

So

So I read the fic

Uh

So

The writing was good, as always.

Beautiful ways with words.

I just got one question though.

They had a child named “Kermit”??????

(ok this is after typing the shit below. ... i started cackling rlly hard im so sorry)

I DNDMT ENA READ IT 😭😭😭

JUS THE TAGS IM SODIBJOFFBBBBB SORRY THIS IS i oh y NAYWAYS HAHA

yeah 😭😭 i dont rlly. .. . i dont knwo what the fuck they was htinking right there but yeah. ... euah

it makes for a dman good fic idena though soOOO0OOOOP im so sory btw iohmyogd i am sorry r ur eyes ok????

[sinfulforrest]

gehhh I can feel my brain starting to turn pretty fucky wucky and I would really prefer to not have that happen again cause it was really bad last timeee

[pempempemto]

i am about to make(have made) something so cringe that everyone should unfollow me like right now

[fxrtunas]

okay actual gentle wishlist LKJASKLF

allan lb3′ing and faceplanting LMAO

rps in sharlayan when allan was more Allan :pleading:

idk i think allan getting stabbed and not having his globe would be p neat JFKLASJFSALKjf (any form of angst & hurt/comfort where he’s just fked ig LKJKLASJF)

antagonist allan................................ he can be... v bad .... ;;;;

a scion/someone of high standing in sharlayan spiderman pointing at allan bc They Recognize Him

allan being forced to go to sharlayan at some point bc he will Hate That LKJAFLKASJf

n/sfw context one but. make allan cry LKAJSLKFj

actually someone make allan cry from Emotions bc he’s stopped himself from doing that a long time ago LKAJKLSFj

fjaklsfj smth that kinda deals with/calls out allan’s self-esteem and avoidant issues... its such a big thing with him KLJASKFj

allan actually... coming into his power as an astrologian waaahhh. and exploring the lore of how astromancy works! its so interesting to me kljalskfj time magic and all like... thats so fkn wild and could be so loreb endy but taken to such good heights lkajlskfj

asclepius’ ascian shard having company.... pls.... he’s so depressed... LKJFKALSJF

asclepius maybe... meeting wols in elpis... :eyes: esp if allan ships with them LKJASLKFj (also valid for rush & kratos tbh)

this is hella my own thing but naila almost eating allan im KLAJFLKASJFKlj 

this is a given but exploring how shitty allan feels later in sb/shbs (esp if he’s dragged to the first he’s so fucked then KLJAKSFJ)

also smth that deals with his shitty appetite... idk if i make it obvs (i probably do im not sure LKJKLASJF) but he Barely Eats wheezes 

ill probably add more as i think of them but LKJALSKFJ,,,, sorry these are v selfish weHEZES 

okay darker wishlist ideas pls be warned:

hghjsh anything where allan is captured and tortured and the recovery after that....... wheezes...

there would unfortunately be ppl who’d do that

its even more dangerous if they knew about his secret ability bc it can p terrifyingly easy for allan to become a different person/become essentially brainwashed through abusing/manipulating that secret ability lkajslkjf and then... just... huge conflict between his lost memory and the person that rescues him im cry klajslkfj but its possible to also use his ability to regain himself through that person... god does this make sense... but yeah im Emo

these are the hoes that would like to fuck allan up tho

honestly anything exploring his darker, criminal activities. like say hostages, blackmail, torture, anything goes... :eyes: with allan as the antagonist of course lkJKLASJF

[violet-amet]

hohohohoho.

im going to be judged.

[nom-central]

devolving even further, perhaps dan/te isn't even able to get one step out of his home before being bombarded by a bunch of lil passengers effected by the weird shrinking phenomenon outside his door asking to be kept safe.

and then dan/te's cuddle buddy passenger is stuck rubbing his overstuffed belly all day as dan/te tries to get a bit of sleep..

oh, the woes of a flaming clock man who eats people to protect them..

(this is super self-indulgent ssjsfjdjdkf)

at that point they might as well sign on to his little business because he will not be getting peace anytime soon ajskhdfk maybe theyre kinda jealous...no room for them to rest in there

dan/te just can't say no and that may or may not be a bit detrimental when now he's too full to bother being up and about

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your stressed lover comes home from a long day of work and finds you asleep. he can’t help but wake you up in a rather special way.

wc. 1.6k total

tags. dom!jjk men x sub!female reader (gojo, toji, sukuna). smut. general warnings: dark content — somnophilia (consensual). size difference because im self indulgent ; reader gets referred to as small. ehm they’re kinda depicted as perverts. rest of the warnings are given before each character.

GOJO SATORU; cw. cunnilingus. fingering. he’s a bit whiny. nicknames used ‘princess, sweets’. he cums untouched lol.

“mm, fuck. look at my sweet princess,” satoru sighs under his breath. he’s welcomed home by the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hips lifted a bit as you rest on your stomach.

satoru’s voice is shaky as he mutters something to himself. he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, trembling fingers reaching out to trace the shape of your plump ass. he can’t not touch you—especially when you present yourself so nicely to him.

it isn’t long before his fingers dip under the material of your shorts. satoru gauges your reaction to his advances and notices the corners of your lips twitching. a sign you’re unconsciously feeling his warm touch.

“fuckfuckfuck. ‘m sorry, princess — i have to.”

satoru gives up any self-control that he had left. he doesn’t waste any time pulling down your shorts and panties to your knees. his already erect cock twitches in his pants at the beautiful scene; your wet cunt in all its glory.

he clenches his fists, desperately trying not to do anything. that determination does not last long.

in just a second, satoru’s already lapping up your juices, his hands firmly holding your hips still. his nails dig into your flesh and he moans once he feels your body instinctively pushing back against his mouth.

“mm, s’rry,” the sorcerer whines in a muffled voice. he knows you’re awake by now—judging purely by the increase of your little moans of pleasure. his tongue doesn’t stop moving between your spread folds, tasting you until your thighs are spasming.

you’re confused when you’ve awoken to a tingly sensation between your legs, though you quickly put two and two together. you’re too lazy to comment on satoru’s sudden actions, only babbling a soft ‘welcome home’ between whimpers.

satoru’s breath hitches the moment you tell him those words. those sweet words. like you don’t mind that he’s dragged you out of your slumber this way. it’s such a turn on—your acceptance to what he’s doing.

“yeah? oh god,” satoru’s nose bumps against your slit each time he moves his jaw, lewdly slurping the fluid your pussy produces. he can feel his dick throbbing against his pants, begging to be released, “ngh, can’t—gonna cum, sweets.”

your lover’s desperate whines make your fingers curl around the bedsheets. the sole image of him cumming in his pants just from eating you out pushes you over the edge as well.

you reach your climax at the same time. satoru lolls his tongue out to catch your juices, moaning loudly against your puffy folds as he feels it trickling into his mouth. he can feel a wet spot forming on the fabric of his boxers, “shit.”

the white-haired man removes himself from behind you, licking his lips for any residue. you lazily look over your shoulder at him with glazed over eyes. his big hands are already working on his belt and zipper.

satoru shows you the dark spot in his underwear and pouts, “ah, look what you’ve done to me, princess—made a mess out of my favourite boxers b’cause of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI; cw. tiny hint of implied age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). p in v -> unprotected. spooning position. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut, whore’. degradation / objectification.

toji kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards his bedroom. he’s in a shitty mood after he had met up with a rude client. despite that, his lips curl up into a faint smile the moment he sees you laying on his bed.

“heh, there’s my little girl,” his voice is raspy, hoarse and utterly exhausted. the older man climbs under the covers and wraps his strong arms around your small figure. he nuzzles his nose into your hair, breathing in the nice smell of your shampoo.

toji wouldn’t be him if his hands didn’t wander all over your skin. his rough palms squeeze everywhere and anywhere—enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh in them. you subconsciously react to his touches by pushing your body back against his.

“. .do not,” toji hisses like you can hear him. he was already half hard on his way home as the thoughts of you clouded his mind, but now that he’s actually with you, he’s fully aroused. especially with your ass pushing back at his aching bulge.

he’s too lazy to get up and get himself off in the shower. thus, he starts off by humping the fat of your ass. the friction isn’t enough for the assassin and therefore he switches to the real thing.

“such a slutty fuckin’ thing. can’t keep my hands off ya,” toji groans into your ear, half hoping you’d hear all the dirty things he’s calling you. your pants are pulled down and your panties are pushed to the side—making way for his fat cock to drill into you.

your impatient lover adjusts your legs so he could have easier access to your tight cunt. the slow strokes inside you make you squirm and tighten up around his throbbing erection. this only riles toji up more.

“hah, y’can feel it even in y’r sleep, can’t you? my cock stretching your tight pussy out—my pussy,” toji corrects himself with a low moan. his warm breath hits the nape of your neck, his hands fondling you whilst he thrusts aggressively.

he doesn’t care if you wake up or not. he’s going to use your delicious body to relieve himself. you gave him the green light when he asked you if he could fuck you in your sleep when he needs it. so, there’s no reason to stop now.

you eventually jolt awake once the continuous stimulation become too much. if it wasn’t for toji’s hand on your mouth, you’d have woken up the neighbours with your loud and lewd moans.

toji scoffs. he keeps a tight grip on your face and thigh, not stopping the rough pounding he’s giving you. he sees your eyes roll back from the unexpected pleasure and he snickers.

his lips connect with yours, muffling your moans that way;

“hah, seems like you needed this as much as i did—waking up ‘n already moaning like a whore. missed me that much, huh?”

SUKUNA RYOMEN; cw. true form!sukuna. has two cocks woops. masturbation (m). turns into blowjob. hairpulling. reader gets called ‘brat’.

sukuna returns to his chambers. finally, after dealing with some sorcerers that’ve had challenged him for a battle. he’s tense, sweaty and obviously in need to blow off some steam. he knows just where to get said relief.

sukuna’s red eyes instantly spot your sleeping form on the middle of his kingsized bed. his favourite little human—resting without a care in the world. the innocent sight is one that sets his loins on fire.

“oi, brat,” the male speaks up as he sits on his side of the bed. the mattress dips to one side due to his huge form, causing your small body to automatically manoeuvre his way. you don’t seem to stir nor wake.

you’ve gotten used to sukuna’s demanding voice to the point that it doesn’t scare you anymore. he smacks his lips in frustration. guess he’ll take care of his problem himself for now.

low grunts fill the spacious room—sukuna’s head lolls back against the headboard whilst two of his hands move swiftly on his now exposed cocks. his sharp eyes are focused on your body, shamelessly checking you out. from the cleavage of your breasts, your clothed cunt to your perfect parted lips; all of you is turning him on.

“fuck, can’t believe this. .” sukuna curses under his breath. he can’t believe how weak he is for you. how his cocks throb and leak drops of pre-cum from just the sight of you sleeping. fully clothed at that.

whilst one set of his hands is busy touching himself, the other reaches out to grope your body. one hand on your chest and one on your ass. of course, sukuna doesn’t pass on the opportunity of smacking the soft flesh.

“i said get up,” sukuna clicks his tongue and tries to wake you again. this time you do actually wake up. a short, inaudible whine leaving your lips. you take a few seconds to process the view in front of you; your lover with both his thick cocks out, pre-cum making the lengths glimmer under the light of the lamp.

it got you horny. immediately. you slowly crawl over between his legs, like you know just what to do. sukuna raises an eyebrow—surprised by your lack of questioning. he’s amused at how fast you took the hint.

“that’s it. you’re learning fast,” sukuna sighs deeply the moment your lips wrap around his upper dick. your small hand jerks off the lower one. both stimulations at once makes the man beneath you grunt in satisfaction.

you still are and look extremely drowsy, though your devotion to sukuna knows no bounds. even in your half-asleep state. the king of curses pats your head—a surprisingly appreciative and loving gesture that he rarely does.

you bob your head carefully, not wanting to gag too much. however, the pace you set is too slow for sukuna who’s waited way too long to fuck you. in any way.

he bucks his hips—thrusting upwards into your hot mouth. his strong hands yank at your hair, keeping you in place as he hears your muffled whimpers of protest. not that he cares; you choking on his fat cock only adds to his pleasure.

“keep it up like that. fuck, where do you want me to cum? in your little mouth? yeahh, you’d like that huh, filthy girl. you’d have to work harder for it if you’re so desperate.”

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[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Made the mistake of reading about someone else’s Yakuza OC cause yall put so much THOUGHT into it and ya have such COOL and AMAZING ideas and I’m just here looking at my own lad like “I’m so sorry darlin’, ya basically a proxy” DXCFGVBHNJKMVGBHNJ

[pupcuck]

PUPPY LOVE !

ft. leon s. kennedy x f!reader

tags. puppy hybrids, knotting, chris is the owner but he’s like not fucking, virginity loss, vendetta leon, age gap, lots of spit

notes. i write gn reader usually but this is super sickeningly self indulgent so it’s fem reader ughdhfh im so sorry this is crossposted on my ao3 :3 NOT BETA READ If u see a typo no you didn’t!!! I am so humiliated by this fic um this only makes sense with vendetta Leon so keep him in mind

“C’mon, buddy, ain’t it a cutie?” You’re being held up, some scary man's hands under your armpits, legs dangling in the air as he shows you off to an older dog.

It. How rude. You’re a lady for god's sake. An ill-tempered little lady in fact. This is growing tedious, so you let out a noise of warning, and clamp down on his forearm with your canines. They’re just in. Fresh and white. Had taken a while, you were a bit of a late bloomer, but they're here now, and that’s all that matters.

“Shit,” the man clicks his tongue, “you got some spunk, huh, pup?” He places you down on the ground, and you sink to your knees with a soft huff. “What’d you think, Leon?”

So that’s his name. The older dog, Leon. He looks worn out and mean. Brows furrowed, wrinkled forehead, dark hair that obscures most of his face. What a creep. You’ve been set up, the old lady at the pet shop told you this was going to be fun! She said you were gonna meet someone handsome, a stud who’d give you puppies. This dog looks like he doesn’t even go into rut anymore. His glory days are so over. Ten years past his prime. You stick your nose in the air and refuse to acknowledge him. He does the same.

“Leon, come on, buddy,” the man, well, you guess he’s your owner now, tries to coax him over, “don't be like this.”

Leon simply rolls onto his side, his ears flopping over so the pink underside is seen. Rude. You’re so pretty any normal mutt would be begging for it. But, you guess he’s just faulty. ‘Cause he’s an old man. Duh. This is so unfair, a pampered pooch like you deserves so much better. A two bedroom apartment with a single bathroom, and an open-plan kitchen is just not classy.

“Fuck, Leon, you always gotta be so damn difficult.” Your owner crouches down, fastens a collar around your neck. It’s pink so that's good at least. You’re a stupid pup, can’t quite make out what’s engraved on the doggy bone charm, but you assume it would be your name. “There you go, girl, you like it?”

You tilt your head to the side, but ultimately nod your head with a forced smile. Getting on your owner’s good side would be ideal. Maybe he’d spoil you a little extra. He’s awfully handsome when you take a moment to really look at him. Why couldn’t he have been the stud?

“That’s a good girl,” he presses a soft kiss to your head, “why don’t you go make yourself comfortable, pup?” He gives you a little smack on the bottom, makes you jump. Gosh. His hands are so big. He’s so big. You felt the way he flexed under your teeth earlier. So much meat to him.

With another huff, you walk around, sniff the couch cushions, press a dainty paw to the wall, admire all the framed photos. They’ve been together for a long time it seems. Your owner and Leon. He used to be perfectly pretty. Sunflower blonde, dopey smile on his slightly rounded face, puppy fat softening all his rough edges. Cute. You wish he still looked like that. His tail looks like more of a blur in the photos, towards the end he starts to mellow out, turning into what you’ve seen of him today. Moody.

“Leon was a military dog,” your owner explains. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s important. Considering all the strange clothes with leather straps and that ugly green print, there’s even a gun in your owner’s hands. “He’s retired now though. I thought you’d cheer him up a little.”

You blink at your owner, pressing your nose into his hand when he offers it, pink tongue licking at his salty fingers. Yeah, you like him. He’s firm and sweet. Smiles at you in a way that’s kind. Leon is the only problem. Whatever. He’ll kick the bucket soon enough, or maybe your owner will get tired of him. After all, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you’ve got plenty up your sleeve to show off. Rolling over, batting your lashes, smiling, looking pretty. You’ve got it handled.

“You know how to speak, pup?” Owner cups your cheeks, “my name is Chris,” he says it slowly, waits till you repeat it back to him.

“Chris…” you’re hesitant to speak, unsure of if you did it right. He pats your head, offers you a paw-shaped treat, that must mean you did well.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Gosh. You like him lots ‘n lots. This place ain’t so bad after all.

“She’s settling in well,” Chris is on the phone with somebody, “no, course not, god, she’s a star.” He’s talking ‘bout you, and you like it. You’re the apple of his eye these days.

He scratches behind your ears as you sit beside him, chewing on a squeaky toy you gnawed at so bad it popped. Leon is laying on the floor as usual, sleeping soundly on a warm spot. You'd given him a shifty kick earlier, but he just grunted through a heavy snore.

It gets lonely when Chris leaves for the day, you often find yourself nesting in his bed, sniffing his pillow, chewing on one of his shirts for comfort. You get scolded for all the pin-sized holes left by your needle-sharp teeth, but you continue to do it. Leon is mean. He bares his teeth when you try to play, kicks you away when you try to curl into him at night, all sorts of things. He’s no fun, it’s why you cling to Chris’ leg, whine and scratch at the door, kick your legs and throw back your head to wail.

The door clicks shut after a short tussle between your teeth and the rough fabric of Chris’ jeans. You sniffle and curl up against the front door. This is so cruel of him. Why can’t he just stay and play all day? You have so many games planned that Leon never wants to partake in. Tug of war, fetch, tummy rubs, kisses, cuddles. It’ll be so much fun! And yet there’s nobody to do it with.

You nose at his cheek as he sleeps in his usual spot. Just by the window, bathed in the warmth of the yolky sunlight, chest rising and falling in tandem with his breaths. His nose scrunches ever so often, his tail mostly still, other than the little flick to the side it makes when you approach him carefully. He smells good. That’s the one thing you like about Leon. His scent. It’s thick and rich and has your gut bubbling with an unfamiliar feeling. However, you welcome it, it feels good to you. Makes you squeeze your thighs together.

“Leon,” your slurring speech makes his brows furrow, his lips downturned, “play with me.”

A low sound rumbles deep in his chest when you continue to prod at him, is he seriously growling at you? This dog has no manners whatsoever. Seriously, who raised him? It can’t have been Chris. “Leon,” you drag it out this time, whining as you clamber on top of him.

Sniffing his neck, you lick at his Adam’s apple, watch as it bobs when he swallows. He opens his eyes, glares at you through light lashes, swats at your face.

“Play with me, Leon,” your bottom lip juts out, giving him those eyes that no one is able to say no to. None of the pet shop workers could, and Chris certainly can’t, so Leon should surely fall for it.

Leon’s eye twitches, his lip curls upwards, flashing those big teeth of his. It’s a warning that you take with a grain of salt. “Leon, ‘m wanna play,” you say again, wriggling on top of him, your hands planted on that firm chest of his.

You’re a pest. A mutt at best. A bother, a hindrance, all of the above. Leon doesn’t know many other words. He has no clue on whose idea this was, couldn’t have been Chris on his own, must’ve been his sister. Or the lady with the pixie cut, one who brings him treats whenever she visits. ‘Cause Chris knows him well enough. Knows that Leon likes to be alone lately. That a new puppy is just an extra mouth to feed for Chris. He doesn’t need company, doesn’t appreciate a hyperactive pup kneeing him in the gut every hour in an attempt to play some kiddy games.

Total cutie. He’ll give you that. Soft and sweet like all puppies are. Floppy ears, fluffy tail, cute teeth that don’t do much damage. Droopy tits, layer of pudge that puppies tend to have, full hips, and a pert ass.

Now, Leon would never hurt you on purpose. It’s why he sticks to threats he never follows through with. Snarling, baring his teeth, the regular shit. Would get any normal pup scampering away from him, but you’re spoiled rotten. You get what you want at the drop of a hat. He blames that on Chris. Old age has made him sappy. Old age has only made Leon feel like shit. His bones ache on the daily, can’t even get up to bark at the mailman anymore, his walks have been cut down to half an hour once a day, finds it harder to chew on those dental bones Chris tosses him. Stressful times. And the cherry on top of his shit sandwich is you. The little nuisance who insists on bothering him no matter what.

“Leon,” you start again, talking in that high-pitched tone, an excessive amount of spit garbling your speech, “play!”

Christ, you don’t know when to give up. He gives you a light shove, hopes it’s enough to deter you, of course that's just wishful thinking. You bounce back fast. Pressing your forehead to his, you muster up your nastiest glare. Cute. You’re cute when you do that. “Play with me.” Each word is punctuated by your fists smacking down on his chest.

You’re hovering over him, bare bottom on his clothed lap, tits pressed flush to his chest. Every piece of clothing Chris tried to put on you was deemed itchy. Snipping off the labels never helped, you seem to only like cashmere, expensive taste. So he gave up. Lets you wander around in your birthday suit.

“I don’t want to play,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, expression contorting into one of restraint when you rock your hips back and forth absentmindedly. You’re being playful. Trying to get him up, trying to get any sort of reaction from him. But he can feel you. Leon’s been out of business for a long time. He was so damn sure his dick had malfunctioned a couple years back. No seed left to spare. This old dog was dried out.

This is all it took to get him fixed up? Puppy cunt? God. What a sicko. He sits up, hands on your hips to still you. Your brow quirks in confusion, blinking at him dumbly. Poor puppy. Don’t even know how wet you are. How your heady scent is coating the walls, making it unbearable for Leon to even breathe. He’s going fuckin’ crazy.

Leon pins you down, hair hanging in your face as he hovers over you. “Playing?” You ask him, face lighting up at the prospect of getting him to join in on your games.

Oh, he’ll teach you a new game, alright. It’s cute how you act all haughty, get Chris running around like a headless chicken ‘cause you’ve got so many demands, when really you’re just a stupid pup. Can’t even take care of yourself. Walkin’ around with this drippy pussy, an itch so deep in your core you can’t scratch it. Leon can’t lie, he’s cracked open an eye to see you trying your best to get rid of it. The ache in your lower belly. Rubbing yourself all over that pink teddy Chris brought back after a trip. Pressing its wet snout deep into your cunt to get rid of that strange tingle, but to no avail. Leon found it a little funny. He remembers being that way.

The sound you let out when he spreads your fat pussy is adorable. A whine that borders on a yelp. You’re frightened and confused for a moment, until his fingertips find your swollen clit, pushing back the hood, swiping over it again and again. Then you melt into a puddle of goop. That’s right. Must feel so damn good. You’ve got a chubby cunt, pillowy lips that hide your bud from his view, fluffy fur all over your tummy and crotch that’ll shed in a few months time and grow back in a darker shade. Cute little thing. He’s gonna eat you up.

He bullies his way between your thighs. Your scent is so much thicker now. Clinging to his skin in a way he’ll be unable to wash off. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds has your hips bucking up, pelvis mashing into his nose a little painfully. Leon makes sure to hold you down. You’re sugary sweet in his mouth, like he’s bitten into a ripe fruit. Your pussy sure is the sweetest peach he’s ever seen.

“Leon…” you grab at his ears, tug on them to combat the immense pleasure that tears through you. Ouch. He’s gotta get Chris to trim those claws of yours down.

His hand is splayed across your tummy, holding you down as he buries his face in your cunt. Leon nips at your inner thighs then goes back to making those obnoxious noises that any lady with dignity would be mortified by. But you’re a stupid puppy that can’t tell left from right. Eyes rolling back into your skull as he slurps away, lips smacking noisily, his tongue fucking in and out of that tight hole.

Your toes curl in your fluffy socks, hips arching up despite his hold on them, pussy gushing like a burst pipe all over him. “There you go, atta girl,” Leon hums, flicking your clit one last time for good measure. He smiles at the sound you let out, a pitchy yap of irritation.

More where that came from. You got him all worked up. That hasn’t happened in years. His cock is dripping, a wet patch forms in the front of his sweats that he’s quick to lower. Your mouth waters at the sight, smiling at him all dopey. It’s instinct, it seems, for you to be a greedy, cock-hungry little pup. Leon’s all for enthusiasm, so he’ll give it to you, reward the spoiled little pup.

He’s sheathed inside of you in no time. You’re made for this sorta thing. Made to be a breeding bitch if he wants to get crude about it. So he doesn’t worry too much ‘bout how you’re adjusting. Just moves his hips forward sharply, fat tip jabbing at your cervix, and watching as you tremble.

“Mmm, Leon,” your nails scratch down his chest, ears flattening against your head as you gaze up at him with starry eyes. This all it takes to calm you down? Some dick? Leon’s willing to give it whenever you get rowdy. Spit pools in your mouth, dribbles down your chin, and he’s quick to lick it up. You don’t know how to kiss him. But you try. It’s clumsy and open-mouthed, your tiny hands cupping his stubbly cheeks as you just kinda slobber all over the lower half of his face. That’s alright. Leon got the hang of it after about five years. He can teach you.

You’re sucking his dick in, pussy tight around him like a vice, his balls slap against your ass. It’s so good. Fuck. He should’ve done this sooner. Should’ve jumped you the moment Chris brought you home. What an idiot. He was basically gifting Leon a living fuckdoll and he missed out on it for a good month or so. You’re so easy, kicking your legs, and digging your nails into his biceps as you cream on his fat cock, leaving a ring of milky white around the base.

He’s old now, can’t help the way his breath is a little ragged as he nears his high, can’t last as long as he used to. Don’t matter anyway. ‘Cause you’re satisfied. He fills you up like a creampuff. There’s a little surprise on your face when his knot begins to swell, stretching your cute hole till it’s gaping.

“Fun.” You tell him with a sleepy smile. Leon’s tongue smooths over your fluffy ears, he remembers his fur being this soft. They’re wet with perspiration, but he likes the taste of you. He grooms you to his heart's content. It’s been a while since he’s done any of that. Makes him feel rather happy actually. Like a weight has lifted from his chest. You’re falling asleep so he manages to roll over, careful not to move too fast and tear you in half while he’s knotted. He has you on top of him, face in his neck as you snore lightly. The warmth is putting him to sleep too.

Leon only stirs when he hears the jingle of keys and a few voices from down the hall. You’re still knocked out and drooling. The front door opens, Chris is talking to someone he tries to pick up on through smell.

“Jesus, buddy, what’d you do to her?” Chris kneels down beside them, pats Leon’s head then yours.

“They do get along well, Chris,” it’s Rebecca, she’s smiling down at Leon, he can sniff out those expensive treats in the pocket of her winter coat. “Guess it’s just when you’re around.”

“No, no, I swear,” he holds his hands up in defence, “Leon’s always being a fuckin’ bastard when it comes to her.”

“You’re just being mean to him,” Rebecca says, cooing as she pinches Leon’s cheek, “hey, there, good boy.”

“Yeah,” Chris lets out an exasperated laugh, “sure, whatever, glad you like your new pal, buddy.”

[chaosflight]

chanting to myself: i am more than my mistakes and i am not a fixed point of dumbassery