#mark beaks x reader

[i-write-things]

Y'know, I feel like dating a Yandere Mark Beaks would be a lot better than dating a regular Mark Beaks. Because while, sure, Yan! Mark is delusional and not gonna give up until you love him, he'll do anything for your love. The ultimate simp. He'll buy you whatever you want, he'll do whatever you want. Just stay with him! All he asks in return for his devotion is love! I mean, you don't get an option in being in all of those selfies, the tours, and dating him, but he's really sweet. And you're the only person he doesn't act arrogant at! Sure, he'll still act and be self centered, but not at you, because he believes that since you two are made for each other, you're on equal level.

Regular Mark Beaks, on the other hand, is a different story. To be honest, I kind of already head canon that Mark IS a yandere, simply because of all the yandere traits he has shown and the things he has said. However, pretending he is not a yandere, I would say that, while you still get treated better than he treats anyone else, he probably believes he is like, one more step important than you. You only become as important as him when you date, but even then, he still thinks he's more important. I also feel like he'd lie a lot more. And while you aren't forced into the relationship, it's still pretty bad. Because if you reject his confession of love, two things could happen.

Best case scenario: he's like, "Ok, whatever, didn't like you anyway."

Worst case scenario: He destroys your social media presence and your entire social life. He would probably do this if you broke up with him. If he ever broke up with you, he probably wouldn't do this, but he might depending on why he broke things off.

its not to say regular Mark isn't affectionate, but if your main love language is physical contact, good luck. He doesn't like people touching him. And while he is more accepting of you, there will be times he doesn't want to be touched by anyone. He's also really unpredictable with what he wants and when he wants affection, and he gets upset when you can't read his mind for when he wants that attention.

However, he does have his silver linings! For starters, he brings you with him almost everywhere, if you'll let him drag you. (You probably will, because he will be very persistent about it) He also takes you to the finest places as well. Oh, I mean, you don't get an option in being in his selfies and live streams, but don't worry! The chat loves you, and the comments are always full of support! They even gave you a nickname to call you, it's pretty cute, actually. Oh, but if someone DOES dare insult his love? oh boy, they made a huge mistake. No one treats his love that way! He will make sure that all their socials are getting harassed by his followers. He won't even give the person time to apologize, nor will he feel bad.

Over all, Mark is actually not that bad to have as a lover. Yan! Mark is better in my opinion because he's very affectionate and, unlike regular Mark, LIVES for your touch and praise. I mean, as I said before, I'm pretty sure Mark IS a yandere, (which would make sense, because there's always anime themes and references in his episodes), but again, this is just pretending that's not the case.

[yandere-toons]

So I re-read the mark beaks platonic and romantic headcanons, and the platonic headcanons had me thinking of this (can also be implied as romantic):

Reader: You're annoying I don't like you please stop following me were not even friends go away

Mark Beaks:

Mark is willfully oblivious to the clear want for him to get out of your life. He is the type of person who texts you while he is on the phone with you, and if you don't respond within ten seconds, he starts spamming.

You put your phone down and then check it an hour later to find 60 missed calls and 900 unread text messages.

Reader, after the 6th phone swap and changing their number a dozen times: Stop calling me!

Mark: 'Kay! Talk to you later!

Mark: *proceeds to text instead*

Reader: Stop texting me!

Mark: *appears on a hoverboard*

[spitdrunken]

yandere!mark beaks x reader hcs

notes: stalking, possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping

If there is anything Mark picked up from among the rubble of his parents’ failed marriage, it is that he would like to do it all better. Not only to rub it in his mom’s face after years of being told he’d have to change (though he’ll have to record the moment he breaks it to her), but to prove once and for all that he’s not like her. And not like his dad, either. He’ll be loving, or whatever!! A good partner. …Sure, he’s not thought much about the details yet, but it’s best if that kinda stuff comes naturally, right? 

Though the idea sticks in the back of his mind, Mark doesn’t try to find anyone he’s compatible with. He doesn’t use any dating apps or goes on dates at all, for that matter, and is famously bad at picking up on flirting. People have certainly tried. No one has caught his eye, and so he doesn’t care all that much. He fully expects life to throw the perfect person, the one who will unconditionally love him, right at his feet– No effort involved. Easy peasy. As an African Grey Parrot, the idea of bonding intensely to one person is instinctively already appealing to him, only bolstered by his personal opinions. He can’t just go around having failed relationships with people, it needs to be a one hit K.O. Otherwise, the point he’s making wouldn’t count.

His feelings for you hit him like a flash of lightning. It’s love at first sight, he believes, and he’s immediately all over you, taking so many selfies that the shutter makes a continuous noise. Your first conversation is likely a rushed one with little substance, Mark feeling so euphoric in that moment that he isn’t really listening to what you’re saying. But he has your face and your first name, which is all he needs. 

He spends hours finding and sifting through all your social media, including accounts you haven’t used in years. Every picture he finds of you is saved instantly, and he jots down the names of everyone he sees you interacting with frequently. Most importantly, he looks at your interests, likes and dislikes, and what kind of person you present yourself as online. He’s spent enough time online to know that people often either idealised self, in one way or another, and he’s sure he could get you whatever you want. 

He could figure out all of these things through actually talking to you, of course, but that’d take far, far too long. That’s for commoners. He’s simply making the way to your heart easier and more enjoyable for the both of you! Efficiency is how he got his success, that’s all there is to it. Mark’s attention span makes it so that he can’t spend long focusing on most tasks, but he physically can’t get bored of finding out more about you. 

Once he believes he knows what kind of person you are, the texts and calls begin. They’re constant. In between listening to music and making posts, he’s sending you personal updates on his every thought and conversation. He’ll call you in the middle of conversations or meetings when he’s not interested in whatever the other person is saying, and talk and talk and talk. Whether you pick up or not. Your voicemail box fills up very quickly. No matter how many times you change your number, he’ll figure it out again. Whenever you block him, he simply pulls out a new phone. You can’t block his account on Waddle, and his face is often plastered all over your feed with how often he posts. 

You’re getting a copy of each and every new piece of Waddle tech, personally customised to your taste as well! It’s better to toss them in the corner or simply get a burner phone, as the vast majority is equipped with both tracking software, plus a constant livestream to Mark’s phone. Not to mention, a phone through which you can only call him is not the most convenient thing in the world. You get far more gifts from him, though. He wants to indulge in every sickeningly sweet couple trend (whether you’re dating or not), and you get heaps of matching clothes. Somehow, everything you’ve looked up to purchase ends up at your home the next day as well. 

He gets jealous incredibly easily, and his reactions are always overblown. You like one of your friends’ posts, but not his, even though it’s been up for longer? That’s enough to set him off and prompt even more calls. When you’re spotted hanging out with anyone else, it’s even worse. Mark doesn’t like getting anywhere near physical fights, so he’ll simply start online smear campaigns against whoever you’re hanging out with. He either digs up old information on them, or simply fabricates whatever he wants to make sure their reputation is entirely ruined. If that doesn’t stop you from spending time with them, well… He has enough money to make someone permanently disappear. 

If you notice any tension between him and your friends and try to reconcile instead of barring either of them from your lifes, good luck. Mark will be purposefully obnoxious, only responding when you speak to him and constantly blasting music from his phone. He’ll call you out online for ‘forcing him to spend time with someone who he hates’, and tags you a million times. His only intention with this is to make you feel guilty. Once he takes note of some of his fans sending you terrible messages, their accounts will be suspended and their IPs banned. It’s only a rightful suspension for harassment. But he only does this after first ratioing them. 

Mark simply can’t fathom the idea that you wouldn’t want to be together with him. He’s clearly the best person you know, right? And he’s done so much for you. He thinks just giving you some fun tours, forcefully inserting himself into your daily life and a constant barrage of gifts is enough for you to absolutely adore him. Your personal feelings on this are simply not taken into the equation. As such, anything other than outright telling him you want nothing to do with him flies right over his head. Even then, he believes you’ll come around with some time and extra attention. 

If you continue to deny him directly enough for him to understand, he’ll get increasingly anxious and desperate. It starts off with just fishing for more compliments in conversation than usual, and noticeably puffing up his feathers when you eventually relent to his bombarding. If things get bad enough however, he’ll actively start plucking at and pulling out some of his feathers while thinking the situation over. Your relationship has become a very big deal to him, and he might have already told his entire family that you’re getting married soon. 

Mark is far from impossible to manipulate. When it’s coming from you, at least. A constant drip of attention and praise is, generally, enough to keep him placated. (That’s all he really wanted, in the end. Someone who looked at him and wouldn’t want to change him, someone who didn’t ridicule him or criticised him but loved him no matter what.) He yearns for your attention enough that he doesn’t really think about the possibility of it being fake. It’s a delicate balancing act though and, no matter how hard you try, the ending will remain the same: Though at a private wedding you are granted his last name, your whole identity will forever be wiped off of any remaining records.

[biostris]

Uninterested? :prologue + Ch1: {Mark Beaks x reader}

A/N: did i forget to post this like half a year + back? yeAH. enjoy, ill post the other chapters in the following days.

The sound of frantic mumbling echoed around a dimly lit living room, fast clicks of heels paced from one side of the room to the other, The sound was beginning to become monotonous to his ears. Mr. Fontaine glanced over his phone, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he tried  to contain his worsening anxiety which grew with each Ding from the mobile device. He watched as thousands by the thousands of dollars left their business bank account threatening to start taking from their savings and Childs college funds.

The number wasn't going to stop dropping anytime soon, Mr.Fontaine stood up pinching  the bridge of his beak as his eyebrows furrowed frustratingly. He slowly turned his head to look at his wife whose fluffed up cheeks were still stained with tears from a total breakdown earlier that evening. An accident had happened at one of their planned events, the building that they had rented for the client ended up catching fire that night. And despite it all it all fell into their hands. “I just don't know how or w-why? We checked every area of that place and it all came back in the reports as a safe environment for everyone!” Mr. Fontaine watched his wife battle with herself and  reason, but like the now long gone servants and maids, he knew he wouldn’t be any better.

Instead of staying in the room he left to explore the now quiet halls, he looked up at the varying paintings and photos that adorned it before stopping at the door to his office. He opened the door making a soft click before opening up to scattered bills, news articles and various other papers that laid on nearly every corner of the room. He shifted some of the mess off his lowered leather desk chair before sitting down in it not caring that his desk was now up to his beak. An old piece of pink construction paper caught his eye and he sat up just a bit to grasp the craft paper.

A drawing adorned it, it showed him and a little bird with the sentence  ‘Happy Father’s Day from your little bit!’ Written in a pristine hand contrasting that shaky kid like drawing on its surface. Mr.Fontaine smiled solemnly at the paper reminiscing when his little bit truly was little, but his smile slowly changed as he began to ponder over all his options.

He set the paper in his lap in front of him as he twiddled with the phone in his hand, he began to have an internal clash over what he was about to do but as always with sides one is victorious. He sighed and dialed a number, his shoulders tense and haunched as he stared down at the floor, the ringing echoing through his ears. A familiar ‘hello?’ Finally broke the monotonous noise, he picked his head up slightly and huffed out a sigh before speaking. “Hey it’s me, I’m willing to accept your offer.” Silence stirred through the air as a solemn voice hit his ears that still had a twinge of excitement. “Yeah we can meet next month, see you then.” He set the phone down next to the drawing on his desk not even daring to look it’s way, ashamed at what he just did. Instead he picked up the drawing, delicately folded it and stuffed it in his pocket for safekeeping before shutting off his office lights and heading to bed with a heavy heart and a heavy sigh.

(Y/n) was returning home from a college lecture, A slight pep in their step, They were beginning their final project for graphic design , which was the final class they needed to get their degree. (Y/n) Arriving at home eager to start, they slipped off their shoes at the door before booking it through the various winding halls of their home reaching their room with a slight screeching halt.

They had reached their desk booting up their graphic tablet and pc but before they could even jot some ideas down in Ms paint their was a loud knock at the door causing them to jump slightly and groan. “Come in.” (Y/n) started trying their best to hide the annoyance in their voice. Their father and mother stepped in the room not long after getting confirmation to come in. It was still shocking to them that their parents had started spending more time at home, especially since they were usually very busy with planning or clients. “Uh… Hey??” (Y/n) stated with a slightly nervous grin.

The way their mothers crest twitched was a hint that there was something going on especially since the older woman was usually level headed, “Hey little bit! So as you’ve probably picked up on by now your mother and i have been struggling just a little bit” cooed Mr. Fontaine cooed with a large amount of emphasis on the ‘little’. “But! Me and your Mom were thinking, How about going out for dinner tonight? '' At your favorite place?” The offer seemed tempting, after all they haven't gone to (y/f/r) in a hot minute. “Yeah sure we can go, but can I ask why now??” Both adults just smiled sheepishly. “Oh no reason, We just know how hard you’ve been working at school so we wanted to treat you!!” They were still suspicious but decided to look on the bright side, they would get to hang out with their ma and pa like the good old days again!! “Alrighty then text me what time! I want to get started on this project while I still have the free time!!” (Y/n) stated with a soft smile before turning their back on their parents to get to work. Unknowing that behind them their parents' smiles had immediately dropped as they stood up to leave.

It was getting later and later and soon (Y/n) Began to store away and save their project files to begin getting ready, Their favorite restaurant wasn't too fancy but they didn't want to under dress either. Picking out a rather plain yet elegant outfit they selected an elegant yet casual combination of black leggings, a black tee and a (Y/f/c) jacket and any accessories they decided to put on that night. Their parents waited for them at the foyer and smiled as their little bit came down excitedly from the stairs. “Ready muffin?” Cooed Mrs. Fontaine pinching (y/n’s) cheek. “Yeah ma im ready” grunted (y/n) in annoyance before gently pushing their mothers hand away and pushing past them to the car that was waiting for them at the end of the gates.

The car ride wasn't long but it was long enough for (Y/n) to gladly info dump everything about their project and how they are almost done with their college career. “ And I'm just gonna be so relieved yet so happy once I'm able to walk across that stage and receive my diploma. All my hard work will finally have paid off.” Mr.s Fontaine smiled grievously as they looked their child up and down “We're so proud of you little bit, you deserve nothing but the best.” They all shared a smile before the car stopped in front of (Y/f/r). The family clambered out of the automobile before it drove off to lord knows where next. They all went inside, but before (Y/n) could request to be seated the waiter smiled warmly and began to usher the family to a quiet table in the corner. Confused (Y/n) Quickly fell behind to follow her father. 

When they stopped (Y/n) was astonished to see Miss.Glamour, the older lady stood up and swung out of the lush booth seat to greet her former business colleagues and current friends formally. “Fonti darling, it's so good to see you again!!” she kissed both mr. and Mrs. fontaines cheeks fondly and let out a small gasp before pushing them out of the way gently to meet (Y/n), “Why darling it’s been so long!! When I last saw you, you were half the size of my boots!!” (Y/n) was enveloped in a tight hug before being ushered by the gray parrot towards the booth “come come come!! I want you to meet my son!!” with a hand on (y/n)' shoulder they stopped in front of Emma's side of the booth before Emma alongside their parents took up the opposite side of the booth. 

“Darling this is Mark, mark this is (y/n)” the two birds turned to look at eachother, “he-” before (y/n) could let out a word they were bombarded with an arm around their neck and flashes from a phone camera blinding them for a slight second “Hey (Y/n) it’s nice to meet you im mark, mark beaks can't wait to get to know you!” he looked down and began to type away leaving (Y/n) Dumbfounded  “Hashtag night out!!” cheered the energetic parrot. (Y/n) shook their heads and furrowed their brows in annoyance “ yeah nice to meet you too.” (y/n) huffed. Emma, looking slightly annoyed, stated sternly “Mark put the phone away were here to discuss something.” The older gray parrot then turned to (Y/N) with a softer look on her face “Sorry darling, He's a bit addicted to technology, but you’ll soon get used to it.”

“So what do you mean we're here to discuss something?” (y/n) questioned cautiously while combing their fingers through their hair / feathers. The adults all paused and gave each other the ‘we know something you don't’ look before turning to face the two young birds again. Mrs. Fontaine cleared her throat before softly speaking “ Well honey, as you know me and your father have sustained a major loss of money, we never said how much because we didn't want to worry you but desperate times sadly call for desperate measures.”

 (y/n) felt a lump rise in their throat and bit inside of their cheek as a nervous reaction, meanwhile Mark looked indifferent on the outside. “What your mother is trying to tell you Little bit, is that We alongside Miss Glamour here have come to an agreement, The agreement is she will help fund our company alongside help us re build it till it’s stable but in return she wants a suitor for mark, that suitor being… you. '' It took a minute to process, but the moment the lightbulb lit in their head they felt their blood begin to boil “What..”, both adults looked down, almost ashamed of their actions. While (Y/N) looked like they were about to pop a blood vessel, Mark still seemed unphased but deep down he felt a fear he's shoved down begin to bubble back up especially as he got the courage to eye the person who would soon become his fiancé. “But what about what I want?!” hissed (Y/n) as they stood up slightly, “ you literally said i deserve nothing but the best!! This isn't the best!! No offense mark-'' Mark pressed his beak into a thin line and looked at (Y/n) slightly offended but for once in his life could understand where someone was coming from. Mrs. Fontaine looked down as if she was about to cry. Mr.Fontaine slowly stood up to shut down his child's angry cries “(Y/n) that's enough, we all dislike it even us but it must be done.” (Y/n) seemed as if they were gonna cry “Will i at least beagle to finish college??” Mr. Fontaine sighed he had already shattered so much of his Little bits heart but he couldn't lie. “ I personally don't know, that will be up to how fast we can get this wedding through and over as well as how much it will cost.” (Y/n) Sat down in their seat harshly, crossing their arms in front of their chest. Emma did her best to console and explain that all would be fine but (Y/n) only zoned out trying to put the pieces together. They only snapped back in when their father called their name, “We packed you a bag.” (Y/n) looked up at them confused and emotionally distraught “For what?” They asked, trying to conceal an angry undertone lacing their voice. “Tonight you’ll be staying with mark at his apartment.” (Y/n) was sick of fighting, they sighed and reached over taking the bag roughly from their parents side of the table before slouching into their own seat. The air was heavy and awkward before Emma chimed in, “Well before anything else happens let's eat!”

The rest of dinner was long and awkward and before they knew it (Y/n) was inside a waddle car, one of Mark’s many inventions, being driven to a new place they’d be forced to call home for the indefinite future. They were huddled to one side of the car hugging the backpack that contained all the stuff they needed until they could move over the rest of (y/n)’s stuff. Mark on the other hand was on his phone as if nothing happened but he kept glancing over to his new companion. He sighed sick of the silence and the electrified air that hung around the two, it was even putting the robot driver off, he put his phone down for once and looked to (y/n) opening his beak to speak but closing it before pondering. He eventually tried again but cleared his throat beforehand to get (y/n)’s attention before he began to state what was on his mind. ”Look this isn’t ideal for either of us, especially me because like I want to look for this. I mean i'm sure you weren’t either but I'm a very busy business man so it's like doubled for me.” (y/n) glared at him as i he had a third eye smack dab on the middle of his forehead. He furrowed his brows and avoided making eye contact with the disgruntled bird across from him. “However, it happened much to both of our dismay. But since you’re staying at my place I have a few rules.” his plan wasn’t working and the silence was actually killing him. He twiddled with his thumbs wanting some kind of confirmation but alas he just kept going so the silence was at least deafened by his own voice.

He looked (Y/n) in their eyes so they knew he was serious. “First rule, you're allowed to visit me at work if you want but no going into my office without me. Secondly, no going into the safe in the garage.” (y/n) finally spoke which made the whole thing less intimidating for him personally. “What's in the safe?” (y/n) asked slightly curious. “Well not money i’ll tell you that but either way it’s none of your concern.” Both of them jerked slightly as the car parked momentarily outside of Beaks' modern styled mansion. “Lastly do not and I repeat do NOT go into the garage from 11:30 to 12:00 am thats my time capiche??” (Y/n) was sort of baffled by these rules but nonetheless they could abide by them for now, as soon as they nodded their head in agreement both birds got out of the car.

(y/n) was exhausted from the night and was just ready to hit the hay, Mark had let them have one of the guest bedrooms for the night knowing that neither of them wanted to sleep in the same room as each other, at least for now, (Y/n) put away some clothes in the drawers and instead of changing collapsed on the bed. There was still a lot to process like how bad was their parents financial situation to cause this, why specifically them and what is going on in the safe? All questions better suited for the morning however as their mind began to wind down for the night eventually taking (y/n) to ponder all of these in their dreams.

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

It has been three weeks and still, no one's gotten my favorite ending to my Mark Beaks quiz.

[sectumsempraaa]

Drowning Lessons

Pairing: Theo Nott x fem!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Featuring: Theo, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Draco, Pansy

Based on this request! Thank you :)

TW: fear/phobia of water and swimming, traumatic memories, physical pain, freefalling, panic, severe weather

A/N: you GUYSSSS i missed you!! i have been away for a minute because… i met someone 🤭 but we’re back in the saddle now, working thru requests!

Summary: After a rip current incident when you were younger, you’ve lived your life deeply afraid of the water, vowing never to swim again. But when a lesson in Magical Creatures leaves you stranded in the black lake, your boyfriend Theo comes to the rescue.

“Never have I ever… got stuck underwater.” Pansy jokes, calling you out in front of your friend group. You sigh and roll your eyes, putting a finger down as the game instructs.

“Come on, Pans. That’s low.” Theo says, a stern tone emitting from him. “You know what happened.”

“Actually, I don’t! Y/N here would never tell me such secrets.” She playfully nudges your arm with her elbow, encouraging you to speak.

Theo notices your breath quickening as you attempt to swallow your nerves and reaches an affectionate hand to rub your shoulder in comfort.

The unwelcome memory snaps back to you, triggered by Pansy’s jab. You, a rip current, and the American sun. As a young girl, you had been swimming around in the ocean on a trip to California when a current pulled you under and whipped you around senseless.

No matter how far you reached your hands, they could never find the surface. You were convinced it was the end until a lifeguard raised you from the water and carried you to shore.

Unfortunately, your lungs suffered some minor damage. To this day, you get short-breathed easily, especially when you start to panic. It’s nothing too serious, but noticeable enough to your friends and Theo.

“Don’t listen to her, bella. She’s drunk.” Theo comforts you, his voice competing with the sounds of the party. You nod and give him a small smile, hoping everyone will just forget about this moment.

“Your turn, baby.” Theo kisses your cheek, easily bringing your good mood back. You reach a hand to rest on his knee, letting him know your appreciation.

“Hmm…” you think hard, attempting to give Pansy a taste of her own medicine. “Never have I ever… had a wet dream about a teacher.”

You smirk, knowing you hit it right on the mark. The group collectively drop their jaws, Theo’s hand grabbing your thigh in surprise.

“That was ONE time! And how do you know it was even a teacher?!” Pansy snarls, becoming fiercely defensive.

Mattheo pipes in, imitating Pansy. “Oh, Professor Lockhart, right there! Yes!” Pansy hits Mattheo over the side of the head, giving him a scowl and spewing profanities his way. Theo laughs uncontrollably, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Damn, principessa,” Theo says, his words laced with pride. “Remind me to never piss you off.”

You smile, shaking off any remnants of your panic and settle back into the party. For the rest of the night, everyone plays nice.

—

Later that week, you found yourself outside for Magical Creatures class. You watch on in awe as Hagrid presents a hippogriff to the class. You’re intrigued by the creature, the beauty of her feathers fanning out and her graceful strength striking to you.

Each student is to take a turn with her this week, bowing to and exploring their interactions with her. You are a gentle, animal-loving soul and she senses it as she immediately bows back to you.

You step forward, her beak nudging your ribs while you pet her. A small laugh escapes your mouth as you stumble backwards, quickly regaining your balance.

“Such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” You sing, stealing a glance at Theo who, like the rest of the class, is looking at you like you’re the damn bird whisperer. He nods, gesturing over to where Hagrid is standing.

“Aye, I think she likes ya. Care for a flight today, Y/N?” Hagrid asks, encouraging you to engage further with the creature.

Before you can even answer, she lowers herself to your height, inviting you to climb on. A pang of hesitancy hits your gut, your body and mind wanting two different things.

Theo approaches her from behind so as not to be noticed by her. He grips your hips, lifting and guiding you to her back.

He senses your nerves, whispering a thought before you take off. “Careful, cara mia. I need you in one piece.” He winks, stepping back to where the class is.

Once you’re up in the air and soaring around, you get comfortable with the height and let yourself enjoy the flight. It’s not every day you bond with a hippogriff.

Your hands are white knuckling but your face relaxes into a basking smile, taking the time to give her pets as she flies you around the circumference of the castle.

The wind picks up a bit, feeling cool and refreshing on your face. But it turns into more than just a breeze, as you feel a few droplets of rain cascading down your skin.

Down on the ground, Lorenzo nudges Theo’s arm with his elbow, holding out his hand to bring Theo’s attention to the rain. The alarm in his voice becomes apparent as he speaks to Theo.

“Hey mate, we best get your girl down. This isn’t looking too promising.”

Within seconds, a slight drizzle becomes harsh, thrashing sheets of rain. Unsure of how to land, you attempt to push down on your hippogriff’s back, signaling her to descend.

It was all so fast, the way a few drops of water became like bullets. The wind changing direction every few seconds starts to disorient you as you struggle more and more to hold on. Down below, Hagrid instructs the class to head indoors.

But before you even get a chance to land, a sudden clad of thunder erupts, blasting in your ears with your close proximity to the sky.

You can feel her panic beneath you as you try to soothe her and talk her down. Another clad. And another. She screeches just as she takes a turn over the black lake.

Theo storms over to where Hagrid is, a threat like hell lacing his words and crimson red burning in his eyes.

“GET HER DOWN, NOW.” If you weren’t so close to the roaring thunder, you’d have heard him repeat this several times in angsty Italian.

And then it all snapped. A bolt of lightning strikes the Whomping Willow in the distance, scaring your hippogriff so badly she bucks you off, jolting you off her side.

It takes a second for you to realize you’re free falling dozens of feet towards the water with nothing to stop you, almost like in slow motion.

On the ground, panic stirs wildly as Hagrid tries to lure her down with meat, which works… for her. The creature makes a near-crash landing close to Hagrid’s hut.

But Theo’s heart drops into his stomach as he notices the empty spot on her back where you’re supposed to be.

His heart races as he searches the sky for a sign of you, unable to move from his spot. Then, you appear, and the sight of you falling from the clouds utterly paralyzes him.

The sound of your scream prompts him back to reality, urging him to take action. The last thing you hear before you crash into the water is Theo’s horrified voice yelling your name.

“SHE CAN’T BE IN THE WATER!” he shouts at Hagrid through the relentless, howling storm as he shoves the professor out of the way.

Then… silence.

The pain of a thousand needles pierces your skin, the freezing water enveloping your body in a rigid embrace. The burn from the crash lingers for a while on your skin as your brain catches up with the moment.

Slowly, your eyes open to the dark and murky scene around you, your vision slightly delayed.

Once you realize you’re under, you actually have a moment of peace. Maybe it was the way your body stilled after the impact, maybe it was the quiet, or maybe it was you coming to terms with this scenario once again.

It’s starting to feel like fate.

Your arms float above you as you feel your lungs start to tighten. Then it all comes back to you, the trauma of it causing you to stir and thrash in the water.

Your lack of swimming skills is regretful now as you try to raise yourself to the surface. You helplessly grab onto plants and rocks for leverage, something falls into your hand, but ultimately nothing in your reach seems to work.

Suddenly, an arm grabs your waist with urgency, causing you to scream beneath the water, the air bubbles rising from your mouth. Another hand reaches up to cover your mouth, urging you to breathe.

When your eyes meet his, you wonder how they can still appear so crystal blue in such grim conditions. He shakes his head and points to his chest, as if to say, “It’s me.”

You wrap your arm around his neck as he pulls you up, making each second count. When you reach the surface, your lungs start to contract wildly, desperately trying to catch up on oxygen.

Your vision is still blurred and your head is still in a haze when you feel his arms wrap under your legs to lift you up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Theo curses under his breath as he carries you to land. He yells out to someone as he gently rests you down on the ground. “Get Pomfrey, NOW!”

You’ve never heard his voice so urgent, so demanding. And he wouldn’t tell you this, but deep down, he knows he’s never been this scared before in his life.

You stir beneath him, fiddling the grass around in your fingers as your breath slowly begins to level again. “Theo…” you start, barely able to get the words out.

“Ssshh, mi amore, you’re okay. Don’t speak, just look at me, okay?” He asks, earning a painful nod from you in return. You can’t help but notice how both your voices are equally shakey.

The rain begins to subside, the skies finally concluding their vicious rein. Your body shakes a little from the several rapid changes in temperature. Theo scans you head to toe, attempting to pinpoint a place to start working.

His hands work on unbuttoning your jacket and removing your shoes, everything completely drenched that could weigh you down. Once he’s finished, he cups your face in his hands, bringing his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

With your eyelids halfway open, you pause for a second before displaying a grin and letting out a low, humming laugh. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What in the world could you possibly be laughing at?” He looks down in your eyes with worry and a slight annoyance.

Your voice coughs and croaks, struggling to project from your throat. “Remember in third year when you caught your first snitch? And Draco was so jealous you had won them the championship that he stole it?”

Theo nods gently, his eyes widening in awe and his jaw dropping in surprise as you weakly reach your hand up to his face, revealing the rusted, waterlogged snitch in your palm.

“It was resting in between a couple rocks in the lake. He must have thrown it in there amidst his toddler-like fit of rage.” You explain, your smile unwavering.

“Bella, you continue to both kill and amaze me.” He takes the snitch in his hand, leaning down to kiss you.

When his lips caress yours, you feel him smiling against you. Your fingers find themselves at the base of his hair, wet from the rain.

When he pulls back, he lifts his head to meet Pomfrey’s gaze. His stressed words sound like an echo as your eyes begin to close again.

“Please, madame, she’s pale and freezing and,” he starts, just before being cut off by the healer. A soft hand cups his face as you hear her voice begin to speak. He needs soothing just as much as you do right now.

“Well come on then, dove. Let’s get your girl to the infirmary. Get her up, I reckon she trusts you the most.”

Without giving it a second thought, Theo pulls you tight against his chest, letting out a small grunt as he lifts you and himself off the ground.

“Whatever I can do, I want to do it.”

—

The next morning, you wake up to a foggy sunrise. The early light creeps in through the infirmary windows, casting a glow on Theo.

His body sits in a chair next to your bed, his head resting in your lap and a hand clutching yours.

It takes a second to put the pieces back together. But the sight of your wet clothes on the ground and the boy sleeping on your thighs helps kickstart your memory.

You brush your thumb against the back of his hand while attempting to awaken your limbs from their still slumber.

When he stirs awake, a wave of relief washes over his features. “Y/N,” he gasps, waking up fast and standing up to sit on your bed.

He pulls you in, holding your head to his chest and cradling you safely in his arms. He rocks you back and forth, savoring your warmth. You pull back and meet his gaze, his eyes frantically searching your face.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, resting your forehead on his. “You told me to come back in one piece. I did.” You smile, nudging his nose with yours.

“Cara mia…” Theo groans, trying to hold back his smile. “Next summer, we’ll swim every single day at Malfoy Manor if that’s what it takes to make sure this never happens again.”

You pause, hesitant to agree to the notion. But deep down, you know it’s time to recover from this and move forward.

“I’ll learn fastest there anyways, assuming we’ll keep playing fetch with Draco whenever he gets mad and throws something of value into the pool.”

You joke, running your hands through Theo’s dried hair. His eyes have a hint of bloodshot to them after yesterday’s events.

“Whoever gets him to throw his ring in the pool first gets to push the other in the water?” He offers, extending his hand to you. You take it, shaking and kissing the back of it.

“You’re on, Nott.” You giggle, sending a glimmer of light to his eyes.

You didn’t notice it until now, the way he’s clinging onto your waist like you’ll somehow fall away again. You pull back, bringing him with you so his head rests on your chest.

You look down at your boy in his exhausted state. You kiss the top of his head as he dozes back off to sleep, nuzzling the side of his face against your collarbone.

“Never have I ever… risked my life for someone.” You whisper, entangling your fingers in the strands of his hair. You feel him huff against you, the breath from his laugh caressing your hospital gown.

Gently, you feel one of his fingers press down harder onto your hand as it clasps yours.

“You love to win this game.” He mutters back to you, kissing your chest softly as you feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin.

“Maybe, but I love someone else much more.”

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[dilvei]

Can you make yandere male dark prince who notices that his male fiance tries to run away from him?

𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ( y! dark prince x m! fiancée reader )

yandere! prince x male! fiancée reader

warnings:

attempted murder

slight animal cruelty

choking

biting/marking

mention of blood

thank you for requesting <3 this went to a much darker route than intended tbh, because this guy kept getting worse in each draft I wrote lmfao. hopefully, you enjoy this since you did specify that the prince had a dark personality mwah mwah 💐💐 ( also imagine the face claim above has a big scar on the left side of the face heh ) 😈

big thanks to @kierahn for beta reading this for me <3 would not have noticed that much mistakes oof. 🌈🌈 kier writes yummy male reader stuff too so check out their blog guys! 💗💗💗💗

✾ | an arranged marriage comes with all sorts of expectations, especially when one is betrothed to a prince from a far larger, wealthier kingdom; his realm abound with riches and harvests, while yours struggle even to survive the winter.

✾ | the arrangement was made when you were both children. in exchange for this future union, your kingdom receives substantial aid from the neighboring realm, including its wealth and crops to sustain your people.

✾ | naturally, everyone was overjoyed by this news. a sad thing it is then, that the prince you are to marry falls short of your expectations.

✾ | not that he wasn't a handsome boy—the second prince is actually a bit more handsome than his elder brother—but the fact that he tried to kill you the first time you met him overshadowed any charm he might have possessed.

✾ | your memory blurs as to how it all went so, so wrong, but it's safe to say that it started when the prince, Lucien, held a small bird between his palms.

✾ | it was a cute little thing, as small as a teacup, with baby blue wings and a stout beak that chirped so sweetly as it looked up at the two of you.

✾ | you recall expressing a desire to keep it, to have its sweet chirping greet you each morning as a reminder of this meeting you share with him—you did not realize what a mistake it was to say such a thing.

✾ | with a fond smile directed at you, Lucien snapped the bird’s wing bone, ignoring its agonized cries as droplets of blood seeped through his small, boyish fingers.

✾ | you saw red. you pounced, lunging at Lucien. your nails scratched at his arms as he finally lets go of the bird, letting it fall to the ground.

✾ | he blinked, confused. “why?” he asked, dodging a blow. he didn’t understand why you were so angry, but you didn’t care to explain.

✾ | the two of you brawled, rolling on the ground as dirt and blood mixed together. but then, lucien grabbed a rock. he hesitated, if only for a moment.

✾ | you dodged, but not fast enough. a sharp pain tore through the corner of your lip, leaving a dark red gash blooming on the right side of your face.

✾ | the pain was sharp, but the sight of Lucien’s detached expression hurt more.

✾ | as anger welled up inside you, you reached for a rock of your own, gripping it tightly as you quickly decided to return the favor back to your future husband.

✾ | the stone connected with Lucien’s left cheek, and he screamed, staggering back. blood gushed down his face, a jagged cut marring his skin, the tip of it almost reaching his left eye.

✾ | the bird’s pained cries was the only sound that dared to break the uneasy silence that followed.

✾ | when your parents, and his, finally discovered the state the two of you were in, it was a truly a miracle in itself that the agreement continued, much to your overwhelming surprise.

✾ | you had no idea that it was Lucien himself who insisted on keeping the arrangement intact. you did not see the dark, almost hungry stare the boy directed at you as you gently picked up the silent bird.

✾ | years passed, seven to be exact, and the time has finally come for you to marry Lucien in a week’s time.

✾ | throughout the years, you’ve kept a close watch on him through your network of spies. and well, the reports have not been favorable, to say the least.

✾ | they say many things about him, but you grasp the essence of it quickly enough. how violence is etched into his very soul, how hatred always lingered on the tip of his tongue, how cruelty danced gleefully at the center of his heart.

✾ | the ugly scar on his face matched his equally ugly personality quite well, they say. and if you were a better man, you would have, perhaps, disagreed at such slander. but in the end, you only let a mirthful laugh escape your lips.

✾ | to be forever bound to such a person… you can’t even bear to imagine something so repulsive. there is no way you'll allow yourself to be married off to such a cruel, unpredictable man.

✾ | you seek to escape from this sham of an arrangement, but your parents refused to listen, and you don't think his will either. so in the end, running away seems like the best option available, and with what remains of your time, you plan.

✾ | there is much fanfare the day you and your family arrive in the neighboring kingdom, a day before the wedding. and while your family appears joyous at this, you feel the exact opposite.

✾ | when you finally set foot inside the palace, you find it amusing that his parents, with tired expressions, immediately inform you that the second prince cannot be found and that you will meet him at dinner instead.

✾ | you have an inkling of his whereabouts, thanks to the rumors you’ve heard countless times. at this hour, Lucien would most likely be in the brothels, sating his boredom to everyone's utter exhaustion and dismay.

✾ | but what you don’t understand are the strange rumors that he would always choose those who look most… like you. unsure of how to process this information, you’ve always chosen to ignore it.

✾ | as dinner time approaches, the table is set with dishes as lavish as you imagined, smoky meat, delicious gravy, and an array of mouthwatering sides.

✾ | a shame that you lost your appetite the moment you set eyes on the man that will become your future husband—a fate you’re determined to change, no matter what it takes.

✾ | although rumors depict your future husband as a scarred man, the scar you inflicted only accentuates his handsome features. it is infuriating, to say the least.

✾ | and though his appearance may have changed significantly, you have no doubt that he still harbors the same cruelty as the boy you met seven years ago.

✾ | and you stand corrected, as that night, he visits you in your chambers, shrouded in darkness, just as you were preparing to escape.

The first thing he says to you is your name.

"[Name]."

His voice is low, like the soft rumble of distant thunder, and you frown as your hands tighten around the bag full of your belongings—the very bag you were preparing to carry with you on your escape.

"Leaving so soon?" he continues when you make no sound to reply, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, and then another, until he stands right in front of you. "Without... me?"

He towers over you, easily.

You purse your lip, defiantly raising your chin as your mind scrambles for a way to escape him, to escape Lucien. "And why would you even care? We're practically strangers at best." And enemies at worst. For you have scarred each other, permanently marked the other with a wound that will never fade.

"Of course I care. We are to wed tomorrow. I will be yours, and you will be mine,” he says, the words settling between you like a promise, like a binding chain.

You scoff in disgust. "Wedding? Oh, please, this arrangement means nothing to us!" You stare into his eyes, blue as the deepest part of the midnight ocean. "You don't love me, Lucien, and I certainly don't love you."

Suddenly, his hand shoots out to grip onto yours, forcing you to release your bag. The strength of his grip hurts.

“You— Let go!” you shout, struggling against the pressure of his hold.

Lucien leans in, his breath eerily mingling with yours. This close, you can see the scar more clearly—an ugly, jagged line marring his otherwise unblemished, smooth skin.

“Do not put false words on my lips, [Name].” His tone carries the soft amusement of a gentle lover, yet there’s an unmistakable undertone—a dark compulsion, an obsession that lies right beneath the surface. “When have I ever said that I do not love you?”

Those words chill you to the core more than the coldest night winds ever could, settling into your bones with a penetrating dread that refuses to dissipate.

You can't believe what you're hearing. You can't believe his words. And so you say the only thing that comes to mind even though you know that it isn't true.

"You lie, Lucien."

He grips you tighter.

"You are a liar," you snarl, "and you are a fool if you think I would ever believe such a thing. Did you really think… those words would sway me? You think I haven't heard of your constant visits to those brothels?!"

Unexpectedly, his other hand moves to thread through your hair, soothing, but also unmistakably mocking, highlighted by the faux smile adorned on his face.

You allow it to happen, even though his every touch feels like a dangerous gamble. Because you know the man in front of you has grown to become the worst version of himself.

"I missed you. I could not have you, not yet anyway, so I sought what was available to me. I would not tarnish you, not until our wedding night," he says.

"Lies. Lies. Lies. Are you mocking me, Lucien? Are you? Just how naive do you think I am? Just how foolish? Such words do not soothe me. It is the exact opposite!"

You move, whispering into his ear. "Your very presence disgust me."

Suddenly, his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling your faces closer as pain shoots through your scalp, causing your breath to hitch. "Making me angry will not change my mind, [Name]."

"I don't care how you fucking feel. I'm leaving!" you say as you push against him with your hand, demanding him to release you.

He does, but both his hands swiftly shift to your neck, tightening around it and choking you as you now struggle to breathe.

"You can't leave. Don't be stupid. There's no boat waiting for you outside these walls. No one out there will help you escape," he whispers slowly. "Not when they're all dead, that is."

Shit. How did he know that? You've always been careful with your plans, and this one has been the most careful yet. Has he been keeping tabs on you without you knowing?

"It’s not fair, [Name]. I’ve waited a long time for you. I’ve been patient, have I not? I haven’t taken you away from your kingdom because of this patience. I’ve endured your cruel jeers because of this patience.”

He slams you onto the bed, his hand still painfully stealing your breath away. You claw at his grip, panic consuming your mind, but Lucien remains indifferent to your struggle, his expression cold and unyielding as he watches your desperate attempts to break free.

“I’ve been patient, because when we finally wed—and oh we will—you will be entirely mine.”

You don’t understand his persistence. Why is he so fixated on this? He can’t possibly want to marry you—he just can’t.

With all the strength you can muster, you punch him squarely in the face, hitting the scar you left him with years ago. He groans and releases you.

You sit up, clutching your throat as you struggle to speak. “Are you insane? You tried to kill me years ago! Why would I want to marry you, you lunatic?”

He lunges at you.

All of it is a blur of pain and punches, but the outcome is clear in the end—you’ve lost. Now, he looms over you on the bed, his fingers jammed painfully down your throat, silencing any further protests.

When you move to bite his fingers, he thrusts them deeper, choking you and cutting off your airflow once again.

"Don’t say such mean things to me, [Name]. I don’t like hearing them. And I’m certain you wouldn’t like it either if you were in my position.”

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes as you kick and punch desperately, struggling against his unyielding grip.

Lucien suddenly shifts his position, his expression darkening with a predatory focus.

Then— he sinks his teeth into your throat with a savage intensity. Blood wells up and spills over, warm and sticky against your skin. You scream at the sensation.

He licks the crimson liquid with a slow, deliberate motion, savoring the taste of you.

"This is where you belong, [Name]. Beneath me, and all, all mine—only mine. You were promised to me and I will not let anything get in the way of that."

The pleasure in his eyes is twisted, and then his teeth press deeper, the pain more insistent, sending shivers through your body.

He pulls back momentarily, his tongue tracing the bloody trail he has left.

As he licks the wound clean, a shocking realization flickers across his face. A laugh escapes him, first soft and incredulous, then growing louder and louder, mocking you.

Lucien grins.

“Well, would you look at that? You’re hard too,” he says, his tone fond. "I knew it. I always knew you were the one."

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your bloodied skin. You try to reply, but only a groan escapes as his finger still presses deeply into your throat.

"It’s a shame, but we should save that for tomorrow, beloved. Our true kiss should also be for then." He licks your neck again, and you shiver. "I’ve been patient for long. I can wait another day.”

And finally— he lets go.

You cough, stifling the urge to vomit as he slowly backs away from you in unhinged glee. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, oh future husband of mine.”

( It’s fine that you do not love him; he has made peace with that. Lucien knows that he can love enough for the both of you. )

As he finally leaves your room, an eerie silence fills your mind. Your body is wracked with chills, and sweat runs down your back as you close your eyes.

One thing is certain: You need a new plan, and fast.

[accioscarheadthings]

I was wondering if you could do a Kenji Sato x a curvy goth girlfriend? I'd love to see how that dynamic would play out especially with Emi since the girlfriend looks absolutely terrifying but is actually a big sweetheart who just plays Emi lullabys using her guitar abs reads her Edgar Allan Poe Stories as bedtime stories

Yes, of course, love. I love writing about characters that give off black cat vibes but are a secret sunshine.

this turned out longer than i intended it to be 'cause i couldn't resist.

this was a bit rushed.

also you're my first request♡

I hope my writing lived up to your expectations. enjoy<33

Mama's here

pairing: kenji x gothic!curvy!gf!reader

this contains : fluff, reader and kenji parenting emi, use of petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, mama)

summary: you help your boyfriend take care of the baby kaiju he took in, and surprisingly bonding well with the creature.

masterlist !

"okay, sweetheart, promise me that you'll not freak out," kenji stood behind you on the elevator that led to his basement, "and you won't be mad at me," he rested his hands on your sides, palm splayed on your love handles.

you gave him a suspicious look over your back, "kenji sato, what did you do?"

"nothin' mama," he kissed your cheek fondly, knowing how soft that nickname got you, "also remember, i love you so much,"

you stared at him for a moment longer, wondering what on earth he was about to reveal to you.

when the elevator doors opened, you were met with a pink baby gigantron in a giant glass cage. it had yellow fins on the sides of its face and the top of its head. plump cheeks, curved yellow beak and round eyes.

it was fast asleep, its chest rising and falling in even breaths. it shifted lightly in its sleep, beak opening and closing in a yawn and a low trill escaped its throat.

as for you, you were still in shock, "son of a bitch!" your mouth fell open.

"shh! you'll wake her up," kenji silenced you, placing his hands on your shoudlers.

"no wonder you were sweet-talking our way down here!" you glared at him, resting your hands at your hips.

"mina," kenji glanced at the ai hovering above you, "back me up, maybe,"

"i was mad when i found out as well. so you're on your own in this one, kenji," mina retorted.

"geez, way to throw me under the bus," he mumbled, throwing his hands up at his sides in exasperation. he stepped closer to you, "look, i didn't know what else to do, okay? her mother-" he halted, lowering his voice so the baby kaiju wouldn't wake, "her mother died when the kdf intervened and tried to take them both down,"

your furious stance dropped at his statement, expression clearing, "oh shit,"

"yeah," he winced, taking a step closer to you, "i couldn't leave her. and i also don't know how to raise a baby," he raised his eyebrows your way in emphasis.

"you think i do?"

"i'm thinking you can help," he spoke, "hands wrapping around your body, his palms running up and down your sides, "please mama?" he blinked down at you with those pleading eyes you could never say no to.

your face twisted in contemplation, as you watched the baby kaiju sleep peacefully. you couldn't deny the spark of affection bloom in you for it.

"alright," you agreed reluctantly.

"yes! thank you!" he sighed, kissing all over your face, and finally on your lips, mouth devouring yours.

your face scrunched up due to his actions, the corner of your lips curving up in a smile. you kissed him back affectionately, resting a palm on the side of his neck.

when kenji pulled back, you noticed your lipstick smeared over his mouth.

this time, you grinned fully.

"what?" he blinked at you cluelessly, his bangs falling over his forehead just right. he was so captivated by your grin that he mirrored you.

you thumbed the stain from his lower lip, "you're a messy kisser, love,"

colour rose to his cheeks as your thumb tugged at his tainted lips, "s'okay. i like it when you leave your mark on me,"

rolling your eyes, you pursed your lips, trying not to be affected by his words.

kenji beamed when pecked his cheek, his hands snaking around your body and finding his place on the soft skin of your waist.

next morning, kenji made the due introductions between you and emi, helping you both be at ease in each other's presence.

kenji chuckled, noticing the baby gigantron's wariness of you. he reached out a hand and spoke soothingly, trying to calm the little creature. "hey girl," he said softly, "it's okay. don't be afraid of y/n here. she's not gonna hurt you. she may look intimidating, but she's a big softie,"

"i'm not a softie," you deadpanned to the side of his face, sending a smoldering look his way.

the baby gigantron chirped weakly, her beady eyes scanning every inch of you in caution.

you stood there, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, despite your dark, gothic appearance. the baby gigantron continued to eye you with some trepidation, its tiny claws grounded to the floor of the basement.

kenji took your hand in his, making you stand in front of him adn ugided your movements, "see? she's a good person,"

the baby gigantron hesitated for a moment, her beady eyes darting back and forth between you and kenji, her eyes taking in your proximity. then, slowly but surely, she inched closer to your outstretched hand.

as the she padded cautiously toward you both, it let out a soft chirrup sound. she seemed intrigued by you, her wariness slowly melting away as she realized you was trustworthy.

kenji moved your hand slowly, maintaining a soothing tone as he made you gently stroke the baby gigantron's soft pink head.

she let out a soft, contented chitter in response, her round eyes closing briefly in delight.

kenji looked back at you with a small smile, "see, babe? she's warming up to you," he said, his voice hushed to avoid startling the creature.

you felt the tension escape you as the kaiju baby leaned into your touch, her body relaxed and trusting. she seemed to have completely forgotten its earlier apprehension of you.

"that's right," kenji urged, "it's just mommy," he referred to you, "she's not gonna hurt you,"

you gave him a weird look, "i'm not her mother, kenji!"

"i'm her daddy, which means you're her mommy,"

as you moved your hand, the baby gigantron perked up at the sound of your bracelet clinking against her head. her eyes widened with curiosity, and it made a soft, inquisitive sound in contemplation, tipping its head to the side.

she seemed to find the sound and the sensation of your touch amusing, and she continued to let you pet her without any further trepidation.

the baby gigantron let out a series of soft, playful chirps, her tiny claws gently batting at your bracelets as she sought to explore the shiny metallic objects even further.

you let out a chuckle at her adorable actions, giving into her as you shook your wrist playfully, making the charms on your wrist jingle with each other.

you were seated on the table at the far end of the basement, flipping through your guitar notes and arranging the sheets in order. 

"get back here," kenji panted, "right now, missy!" he was in ultraman form, struggling to grab hold of the baby kaiju, but she kept dodging him, running between his legs as she giggled her heart out.

kenji mostly took care of the bathing and burping part. while you handled feeding her, turning it into an airplane game.

the baby kaiju cooed at your antics, slowly getting closer to you that she needed to see you every day. you watched over her when kenji went for his games.

you both would watch the broadcast together; you would explain the game to her while the baby kaiju would listen to you in childlike wonder.

kenji came back home from a win, his legs moving as quick as possible as he enveloped you in a giant hug. he snuggled his face into your neck, letting out a breath of ease. you held him against your chest, one hand burying into the back of his head.

kenji struggled to balance baby kaiju care and baseball. without enough rest, he underperformed. but your companionship and support made days easier. your influence helped him manage his roles better and continue pursuing his passion for the game.

he mumbled a bunch of 'thank you' and 'couldn't have done it without you' against your neck, hands wandering your body, grabbing at the softness and worshipping you.

"you were amazing," you brought his face to yours, kissing his forehead in pride.

"mm, thanks babe,"

as you and kenji shared your loving words, the baby gigantron, who was watching intently, couldn't help but let out a soft, curious 'coo' sound.

the little creature seemed to be attracted by the affectionate exchange between you and kenji, drawn in by the gentle words and the laughter that accompanied it.

her beady eyes glittered with interest, and she inched closer to you both, her small paws making no sound on the smooth floor.

she seemed to be attempting to get a closer look at the interaction, intrigued by the emotional connection between you two.

when the baby kaiju fractured her hand after escaping the mansion, kenji called for his father, not knowing who else to ask for help.

professor sato greeted you when he noticed you at the baby kaiju's side, mumbling soothing words of comfort.

she whined at you in pain, eyes closing when you caressed the scales of her tummy. you felt your heart tug at the sight, "you poor thing. it's okay. everything will be okay,"

professor sato jerked her displaced bone back into place, causing her to screech in pain. the baby kaiju leaned into your touch, crying out into you.

professor sato had named the baby kaiju "emi," after his late wife, which added a special touch to the bond you and Kenji had formed with the small creature.

he kindly offered to assist you and his son in raising the tiny creature, knowing you both could use his expertise.

emi grew fond of your guitar sessions. whenever you strummed the strings, her gaze would fixate on you.

she loved it so much that she seemed to ditch her usual rhymes that frequently annoyed kenji.

she was completely enthralled by the music, captivated by the sound and the way your fingers moved across the instrument.

you would sit on the high rise stool with your legs crossed with your guitar nestled in your lap.

emi's eyes widened in amazement, her gaze fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings, producing beautiful music.

she would clap her hands together in enjoyment, seated obidiently on the ground in front of you.

sometimes, you would lay on the floor on your back, your guitar resting against your chest. with a soft and contemplative expression, you began strumming random chords, creating an impromptu and soothing melody.

emi would be stretched out beside you in a similar manner, her tiny body imitating your position. her eyes fluttered shut, seemingly entranced by the sound of the guitar and the rhythmic strums of your fingers across the strings.

you also began to read bedtime stories to her, pulling out your collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories collection.

the lights in the dimly lit basement were on, but the atmosphere was serene and soothing. kenji walked in, letting out a yawn and taking in the scene before him.

you were leaning against emi's tummy, knees propped, while emi laid on her side behind you, her claw nail resting on your lap for you to hold. you read the story aloud for her while she trilled in relaxation.

"gothic horror, for a baby kaiju?" kenji questioned, "seems a bit intense, doesn't it?" he said, his tone teasing.

"what, she likes it," you shrugged, "don't you, honey?" you asked the kaiju baby.

emi cooed in reply, as if to agree with you.

"it may help her out when she gets to the wild," you added, "you'll never know,"

kenji approached you, shaking his head slightly in mock defeat. He knew he would never win against your arguments. he settled down on the floor next to you and laid his head in your lap, a small sigh escaping him.

you ran your fingers through his hair, continuing your story for your two babies.

soft snores reached your ear and you stopped reading out loud, smiling to yourself. the story had done its work and caused both emi and kenji to drift off.

you continued to run your fingers through Kenji's hair, your gentle touch lulling him further into relaxation.

soon enough, soft snores filled the room, signaling that both he and the baby kaiju were fast asleep.

emi curled her body, getting closer to you, while kenji passed out on your lap, face resting on your thick thighs.

a smile tugged at your lips as you realized that your story had worked its magic, sending both of your babies into a peaceful slumber.

you returned home after a few hours of running errands, feeling frustrated and annoyed due to a particular inconvenience that had occurred.

when you entered the manor, you were met with a mixture of distressed wails and hollering, followed by a loud crashing sound.

kenji approached you immediately, looking harried, "there you are. Emi has been crying nonstop since you left," he said, his voice taut with concern.

as if on cue, the mansion quaked, and the distant cries of emi echoed through the halls. you followed the sound down to the basement, where you found the baby kaiju in the middle of a tantrum.

her cries were loud and piercing, and she was swatting at everything around her in a fit of anger. it was clear that she was upset about your absence and was manifesting her feelings through the tantrum.

professor sato, with the help of a walking stick, approached you as you entered the basement. "hello, y/n," he greeted warmly.

when you replied, emi abruptly stopped crying and her beady eyes locked onto you.

professor sato chuckled, noticing how quickly she responded to your presence. "looks like you were what she wanted," he said with a smile and motioned for you to come closer.

emi squealed lowly as you got closer to her. she made grabby hands at you, face pouting and cheeks drawing downwards.

"emi, baby-" you let out a yelp of surprise as emi pulled you to her belly, holding you there delicately as she snuggled her pudgy cheek on your head.

you were pressed against her body, looking like a starfish, all splayed out. the affection from the kaiju baby melted your heart and you snuggled into her hold.

"it's okay, honey... uh, mama's here," you added hesitantly.

emi cooed and you smiled wide against her scaly tummy, letting her warmth embrace you.

[elitekook]

late

•pairing: jungkook x f!reader

•warings: smut, cursing, reader has big breasts, make out, fingering, face slapping(once), dirty talk, degradation (uses of slut and whore), rough sex, anal play(very brief), unprotected sex(be safe pls) basically porn with no plot

•word count: 930 (not reviewed obviously)

"jungkook we need to go...fuck!" is all you can say before you feel a pair of hands groping your ass and then slaps being delivered against your skin.

"We have time before we go." jungkook says, sucking the skin on your neck. "hold your legs up, quick".

You can't say no to him. Not when you're already dripping, the unbearable throbbing in your clitnot letting you think straight. Lying right in the center of the bed means you can hold your legs close to your chest, just the way he likes it.

"So fucking desperate" jungkook groans as he watches your pussy tighten around nothingness "fuck, still tight after taking my cock" you moan his name when he starts pumping his long fingers hitting places only he could

jungkook enjoys it as much as you do, the feel of your pussy squeezing his fingers sends ripples of arousal straight to his cock still trapped in his clothes. "touch your clit for me while I suck your tits"

The clothes you were wearing now were a complete mess, jungkook does not stop pulling the mini shirt you are wearing revealing the full breasts you have, beaks raised with so much pleasure.

"Please I need more" the hand sliding circles over your clit and the feel of the hot tongue on your chest is all it takes to bring you to the brink of an orgasm.

But that's not what you want. You want his dick.

"More? what do you want, hm?" jungkook who releases your chest with a pop, a thread of saliva connecting the two and replacing your hand with his stimulating your clit. "want my cock in your little pussy, like a desperate slut?"

The only thing you can do is moan, hips thrusting towards jungkook like an invitation and the hand that used to give him pleasure is in your face in a slap that makes your head turn to the side. "I asked what you want or I won't give you anything, babe."

"I want your cock here" you guide jungkook's hand until it's over your pussy again. "ruin me, jungkook. Do whatever you want to me"

jungkook is quick to pull you over and place you face down on the bed, head on the mattress and butt in the air. You can't help but shiver when you feel jungkook's dick slide through your folds, the wet sound filling the room.

The tip sliding along the entire length, rubbing your overstimulated clit again, pre cum being spread making jungkook moan at the sight.

"kook…hurry up" you wiggle your hips to get what you want but all you get is slaps on your thigh, and fuck, it feels so good.

"we're doing this on my time" jungkook says, voice low and husky. You can feel the tip of him teasing your entrance "the tightest pussy" jungkook's husky voice hitting you right in the core, the dick sliding until it's fully inside you and the feeling of being filled until you feel full satisfying every expectations.

jungkook's hands walking around your body landing on top of your breasts, pulls and squeezes that are given the right way. The tip of his dick hitting your g-spot directly as the strokes become faster and deeper.

"having fun squeezing my cock all over like a whore?" he whispers in your ear sucking the skin on your neck then the grip on your waist leaving marks and the thrusts becoming more intense. "you feel so fucking good"

you grip the bed sheets tightly, the hardness of your movements making the bed creak. You feel a pair of hands on your ass, pulling the bands apart, m but what takes you by surprise is the pressure on your back entrance.

Jungkook's thumb wet with your moisture, circling the puckered spot. "we should try next time

"focus on now " you say impatiently, desperate to come.

"so needy" jungkook pulls your body until his chest is glued to your back. One arm circling his waist, the other your jaw until your mouth is glued to his.The kiss is a mess, rushed and rough. "My good girl" he says, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He pulls away and releases your lip with a 'snap'.

jungkook now guides both hands on your hips, firming, the movements faster and faster and you calling his name. No, you're screaming the name of the only person who makes you feel this way.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook

Hips in sync with his movements, the slick wetness between her thighs allowing him to slide in easily. Your pussy tightening around him and the familiar knot in your stomach makes you roll your eyes. "you cumming, babe?"

"m-make me cum, kook" is all you can get out, sobs and loud moans being all you can get out. He's basically fucking you dumb, making messes all over the bed just the way you both like it.

You two came together, you feeling spasms and squeezing his length, and he who even after coming still kept some slow movements spreading his seed and making your legs trembling.

jungkook lets out a deep sigh, chest red and heaving, head resting on your shoulder. "are you alright?"

"mmn, tired" you say, voice totally hoarse and jungkook can't help but laugh.

"Our friends will understand if we don't go, so I can take care of my pretty girl".

you feel your stomach churning, wondering where you got yourself when you decided to give in to jungkook's wishes.

And the worst, you like it.

A lot.

• this is an original work by @elitekook, please do not copy, translate or anything like that :)

[banj0possum]

What if i want to bite them (all characters), like. Its love bites <3 like not hard enough to bleed hut enough to leave a mark for a while. Like i love them so much i just cant help it! I would kiss the bite marks after in hopes to make them not hurt as much <3

-🩷

Darling Gives Them Love Bites <333

My OCs x GN! Reader

Heres a short post from an old request as a little snack before the yan gang!!

CW: biting ofc, nsfw jumpscares sprinkled in, tooth decaying fluff

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Adrian is a bit confused and weirded out at first, like why are you biting thats gross youre gross wait why are you stopping you have to bite his other shoulder or else its not symmetrical and itll feel weird come back !!

he needs to get used to it gradually, but once it gets to the point you leave marks on his skin, he's asking for a lil bite every time you two say goodbye so he can have a memento of you

he cums in his pants if you lick the bite oh my god please do it again he begs of you

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Brandon thinks it's a game and bites you back, picking you up and throwing you up in the air. You activated some kind of trigger in him that made him go full excited golden retriever.

He bites you back, kissing the area over and over again as revenge

He probably bites more than you to be honest, he's always wanted to bite but held back in case you were uncomfy with it, but now that he knows you're cool with it he's going ham.

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Valeth is cooing over you, little duckling bites!! so cute!!!

He praises your bite marks, pointing out the parts that hurt saying things like "If you tried, you could definitely break skin! Good job my duckling!"

Thinks your little teeth are cute, especially your canines, he loves comparing it to his tusks.

He allows, no, encourages to let you nibble on his hand or arm

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The horde doesnt let you, kisses are ok, but biting ? no no no

not because they dont like it, they just dont want you putting your mouth on their literally rotten skin

plus they associate biting with eat so thats a bit of a problem

but my oh my they love kisses, give them a bit and maybe just maybe theyd let you nibble a little bit.

dont let them do it back to you especially ribs, they have super sharp teeth that can break bone if they wanted

but like you might be into that so idk man

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Wolfie thinks youre being aggressive before you assure him its how you express love, then he starts to do it back or lick you.

It's more of him casually putting a part of your body in his mouth protectively, he doesnt wanna hurt his mate ;-;

he still prefers licks and cuddles tho, anything that involves cuddles are ok for him!!

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Doriks cummin buckets im sorry

are you marking him as yours ? please do it some more please! maybe on his ear? arm? dick? chest?

hes all yours !!!

he offers to bite you back, itll eventually turn into very intense sex that ends with the both of you covered head to toe in bite marks

he wants round 2

use it as a reward and hes doing whatever you ask with the speed of a sports car

appears right next to you, neck exposed, waiting eagerly for another bite

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kalva is confused but laughs and bites you back, its a little painful because of the beak but he tries his best to be gentle.

he sees it as you trying to preen him and swoons over your 'attempt'

he preens you in order to teach how its really done! its mostly just an excuse to love on you <3

hes very ticklish so expect a flurry of giddly hoots and chirps from him whenever you nibble on him

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jasper is crying sobbing rolling on the floor rn

BITE HIM ON THE BECK PLEASE BITE HIM ON THE N-

he wants to roleplay with you being a vampire and him being your mortal soulmate

lil guy a bit freaky like that <3

moans so loud when you bite him, he has to apologize

euheheh eghghhh hes so crazy for you and your love bites

doesn't wanna bite back because skin on teeth is not a good sensation for him, but he'll cover your face in kisses to return the favor

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The vampires are cooing, swooning, absolutely simping for you

our little mortal is biting us so cute soc ute!!!!

get ready for never ending teasing and kissing

they point out the marks you leave and talk about how much better it would be if you were a vampire like them!

they fake terror over your bites, oh nooo a cute little human is biting me !! so so spooky !!

please let them bite you back

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Baron is short circuiting

ohmy oh oh my oh yomhyo-

thank you.

he has to process what just happened for a bit

tries to forget about it but he cant help but want another one when he gets a glimpse of your teeth when you talk or smile at him

stays up and imagines your mouth all over his skin leaving teeth marks everywhere

stayed up that night pumping his cock when he remembers you biting your lip that one time

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Caspian makes a big deal out of it

hes literally morticia in the addams family movie

last night you were unhinged, you were like some desperate howling demon, you frightened me

do it again

no please were are you going do it again!!!

"misbehaves" so you can bite him again as punishment

oops! i splashed you with water! you might have to bite me again~

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Hallow is yanking his fabric back and scolds you, what if you choked? he'd be worried sick!

gets you a chew fidget instead

doesnt quite understand love bites

please explain to him why eating him means you love him

maybe its because you think hes delicious? awwee thank you! youre delicious too i suppose !

coos over you as he holds you close, thank you for the bite honeypie!!

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Ashvan is squealing over how cute it was!!

blushes whenever you do, like very very flustered, his eyes might be covered by soft fur but you can almost see the redness on his face

his ears flatten as he tries to calm his frantically wagging tail

he gets much shyer whenever you smile at him or when you bite into your food during meals

he has to timidly ask for another bite with his index fingers touching together

please give him more biteys!!

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Axel tells you to bite harder

try it! hes tough! lets see how strong that jaw of yours is!

*frantically hiding his growing erection*

calls you little kitten or..rat

teases you by poking at your mouth with his finger to get you to bite

he loves it, he thinks its the cutest thing whenever you do it, especially when youre just subconsciously nibbling on him as if he was a chew toy

he makes sure his hands are always washed for you, no more touching dirty stuff carelessly, he gotta take care of himself for you!!

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King Alistair is pushing you away and coldly telling you no, but once you two are alone in your shared chambers, away from prying eyes, he softly tells you to continue

of course he loves you, he wants you to be free to express yourself, but please dont do it when people are watching

he has a reputation to uphold! not because he's shy and insecure about showing pda in public or anything...

bites back, definitely bites back!! out of all the ocs i think he bites the most next to Brandon

loves playing predator and prey whenever you two are fooling around together, if he ever leaves marks, hes kissing them softly to let you know he means no harm, he just got a bit carried away because youre just so sweet~!

if you leave marks, hes covering it up in his clothes, but occasionally he heads to he mirror, pulls away the fabric covering your lovebite, and smiles

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[dorkszn]

DATES WITH THE BROTHERS + choso, yuji, ryomen

SYNP — what dates with the brothers are like

PAIRINGS — choso kamo x reader, yuji itadori x reader, ryomen sukuna x reader

not proofread, big brother sukuna au, gn reader

YUJI

yuji is a fun and hyper person. he always tries to take you somewhere fun. places like amusement parks, carnivals, trampoline parks, arcades, etc. it’s never a sit-down or dull date with him.

“hey, i betcha i can win you one of those prizes.” yuji suddenly says. you turn your attention from the funnel cake that was in front of you and to the boy. “no way. these games are rigged, yuji, you can’t win.” you shake your head with a small laugh. “there has to be some way to win, there’s a few people around with prizes.” yuji replies, looking around for a moment before he finds his target. “the bottles game. first try and you got one of those huge stuff animals.” he challenges, grinning at you. “try if you wanna, you’re wasting tickets.” you hum. “you’re so mean.” yuji sighs, giving you a sad puppy look. “i am not.” “you are.” “I’ll be nice if you buy me some fried oreos.” yuji eyes light up. “deal!”

CHOSO

choso is just a bit calmer than yuji. his dates are more authentic, you can say. things like picnics, drive-in movies, top golf, aquarium trips, and fruit picking are choso’s ideas of dates. wherever he can just hold your hand and stare at you lovingly is great for him.

“woah choso, look! it’s the penguins!” you gasp, standing barely inches away from the glass of the enclosure. choso stands beside you, your fingers interlocked. suddenly, a penguin with a black stripe on his beak approaches the glass. it stares at the two of you with a blank expression. “oh my god, cho, it looks like you!” you squeal, facing your boyfriend. choso’s face flushed slightly. “no it doesn’t.” he pouts. “it has the same stripe on it’s nose. i think it’s cute.” you scoff, turning to look back at the bird. “y—you do?” choso stammers. “yeah, i do.” you nod, giving him a soft smile before pressing a kiss onto his blood mark.

RYOMEN

sukuna spoils you. he likes to act he doesn’t or as if he doesn’t like it but he does. he likes taking you to fancy or expensive places even when you tell him not to. places like nice restaurants, almost courtside seats at sport’s games, concerts, snowboarding, things like that. 

“ryo, come back!” you exclaim, struggling to find your balance. the pink haired man stands just a few feet ahead, watching you with an amused expression. “c’mon! don’t be a scaredy-cat, just come down.” he shouts. he stands on his snowboard confidently while you stumble on yours. you reluctantly push forward on your board. you glide down just for a few seconds before a squeal leaves you and begin tumbling through the snow, eventually landing at ryo’s feet. “get up, you’re fine,” he says, taking your hands and helping you up. you stare at him with a sad glare. “what’s wrong?” he questions. “you left me, asshole!” you scoff, hitting his chest. his coat protecting him from the blow. he sighs before grinning at you, shifting the black markings on his skin. “don’t be a baby, I was right here. want me to your hold your hand the rest of the way?” ryomen teases, cooing at you. “sure, whatever.” “i think you mean ‘thank you, ryo.’”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

What They Like About You Physically (18+)

2003!Turtles x reader

Warnings: Smutty sexual acts and spelling.

All characters are aged up.

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Leonardo:

If there was one thing that could Leonardo hot and bothered in no time, it was your lips. Just the mere sight of your lips would get his head going, remembering how they felt against him. The way they would mold against his during a passionate make out session, or how soft they felt against the rest of his body. Remembering where they had been and what they had done to him, and how good they made him feel when they were wrapped around his cock. It was enough to make master self control forget he was in the middle of the dojo for a moment.

The curve of your neck is particularly enticing to Leonardo. He appreciates the softness and warmth, especially during intimate moments when he’s buried deep inside of you. He loved how easily you would expose it to him, and how it looked with his marks all over it. Especially during his mating season. It would be a canvas of dark marks, all bearing his smell. It was a smell your neck would carry throughout the year, and Leonardo would know nothing better than spooning you at night, cuddling up against you with his beak in your neck, inhaling the mix of both your smells.

Continuing from your neck down, Leonardo is subtly fascinated by your shoulders and clavicle. He finds these areas particularly alluring, especially when revealed during your more intimate moments together. He loved hugging you from behind, or mounting you in the bedroom, placing soft kisses on your shoulders, slowly going up your neck. He loves the way you would react to this. Your breath picking up and the building smell of your arousal, telling him how much you are enjoying it. It is usually during these moments he will let his hands slowly wander around your body, while still paying careful attention to the areas around your shoulder.

Leonardo finds you particularly enticing to look at in your training attire. The combination of focus and shine of your sweating body makes these moments appealing to him, once again reminding him of all your moments together in his or yours bedroom. In the dojo he would find himself getting restless while watching you work out, the thought of you sweaty underneath him taking root in his mind, not letting him rest until he has made it a reality once more.

Raphael:

It is well known that Raphael is drawn to the strength of your thighs. You often find him staring at them, during the most random moments. It's an aspect of your body he finds particularly alluring, especially when they're wrapped around him, holding him close against you. Raph loves having you pressed against a surface with your legs around his hip, feeling them shake against him when you are getting close to your release. He loved holding them, feeling your muscles flex whenever your orgasm that he caused came washing over you.

Raph is an ass man, through and through. If he wasn’t holding onto your thighs, he would be holding onto your ass. Grabbing, slapping, all of it. If he didn’t have you wrapped around him, he has you on all four, face down and ass up, giving him a perfect sight of his three fingered hand prints on your perfect cheeks. He loves watching it jiggle when he slaps his hand against it, or when he roughly thrust into you.

Raphael is captivated by your jawline. He finds it to be a subtly enticing feature and might express his appreciation with a lingering touch or a whispered compliment. He loved the way you would shiver and squirm against him when he kissed his way up your jaw and up to your ear, before telling you all the things he would like to do to you. It was a fantastic place for him to linger before going back to your lips once more.

If you ask Raphael, he would say you look hot no matter what you’re wearing. But he does find you especially attractive when suited up for battle. The strength and determination displayed in these moments appeal to his sense of power and resilience. But there was this one time you decided to wear his belt, knee and elbow padding, along with his sai and bandana. To say that didn’t do something to him would be an absolute lie, and there were times he wished you would wear it again, just so he could fuck you in it.

Donatello:

As much as Donatello admires your hands and their skills, he is also captivated by them in less than innocent ways. He finds them delicate and fascinating, especially when intertwined with his own and pressed against the surface of yours or his soft mattress. There had been times where he had been on top of you, your legs holding him tight against you as he thrusted into you, where he would look from your face to your intertwined hands right next to your head. It caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach and this soft feeling to take over while he made sweet love to you. All though he also loves to watch your hands do other things, either to yourself or him. There was just something about your five fingered hand around his cock that worked way better than his three fingered one.

Donnie’s fascination with your hair will stay during sex. He loves the way it frames your red face, and how it lays over yours or his pillow. He will not disturb it but simply admire it, just like whenever you would tie your hair up or let it lose. Donnie loves the nature of your hair, and the tangled look it would get after a good night's sleep, would remind him of how it looked, after a long night of love making.

Donatello is drawn to your lower back during these acts of love making, finding it a sensual and intimate part of your physique. He may find comfort in placing a gentle hand there during quiet moments, slowly but surely guiding you back furth while riding him. On occasions where he decided to take you from behind, he would stare at your lower back. It was usually the place he would like to cum when he did you like this, enjoying the way his cum would run down your back and around your back dimples.

Some days Donatello will find your engrossment and concentration with technological work adorable, and other times he will straight up find it hot. The concentration on your face and the tongue out of your mouth reminds him of all the times you were between his legs or when he was between yours, causing your techie boyfriend to become somewhat flustered.

Michelangelo:

Mikey has a thing for your collarbone, finding it an unexpectedly sensual area. Not even he expected to find it that sensual. It's something he may playfully tease about during your intimate moments together. He will keep his lips at your collarbone for an almost painfully long time, laughing mischievously when you asked him to kiss somewhere else. But from the smell of your growing arousal and the way you move against him, he knows that you like it, and he has every intention of kissing your collarbone everyday.

One of the many reasons Mikey loves your collarbone is also because of your chest. Mikey, being the boob man that he is, loves spending as much time around your boobs as possible. If you start begging him to kiss somewhere else other than your collarbone, he will happily go to your chest and to your nipples. But his love for your chest didn’t stop there. He loves watching them move or bounce, either while he is thrusting into you or while you're riding him. He does prefer when you’re riding him though, as it gives him the opportunity to play with your boobs.

But there are more reasons for Mikey to love it when you’re on top. Mikey really has a thing for your waist and hips, especially your love handles. He finds them enticing and may enjoy playfully tracing his fingers along these areas during more quiet and peaceful moments, or holding on to the while he thrust up into you from below. He will also hold onto your hips when you sit on his face, using them to pull you closer to his face whenever you try to move away from him.

But if there is one thing that really can make Mikey lose his mind, it is seeing you in either the most flirty lingerie, or the most casual of lounge wear. Mikey can not explain what it was. Seeing you in orange underwear and matching bra makes his brain spin, but yet seeing you in your normal everyday jogging pants and an old t-shirt you found in his room, is enough for him to carry back into his room, where he’ll promptly remove it from you again. Mikey appreciates the lighthearted and carefree vibe of both aesthetics on your body, finding both attractive in their own way.

[spitdrunken]

ramble about another yandere ducktles character <3 thinking about mark cuz he made the pathetic man alarm go off in my brain

i just know he would be texting and calling you constantly, and freaking out when you don’t respond. (as soon as you block him, he’s pulling out another phone to start all over again.) he’s not used to being ignored, and he doesn’t like it. at all. he’ll tag you in all the posts he makes, and you get an even larger barrage of messages when you don’t respond. he’d definitely call you out in front of his huge following too, just uploading the cringiest video you’ve ever seen with sadboy music in the background LMAO if this makes you get any hate from fans of his though, he’ll get mad and permanently ban their accounts + ban their ip address. he just wants to make you feel guilty, not get you harassed.

you can’t block him on waddle, nor can you deactivate your account. the only escape is not to use it at all, but then he still has the tracking software installed in literally every electronic his company has ever made. (and, once you look into it, you’re surprised at just how much stuff he’s behind.) definitely don’t make some venting side account because he will find it and he will read everything that’s on it. and totally just casually brings it up in the next conversation. 

literally cannot take no for an answer, he just doesn’t get it. full on delusional about the fact that you have to be in love with him. you’d have to start screaming at him to get the point across. even then, he’ll just realise you don’t like him yet. 

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TF 141: Owl Hybrid HCS

Hi! I'm alive, just working on several things at once so my writing output is slow. This may be too niche but I've been thinking about this too much and wanted to share. Yes, I will be coming out with a Price x reader hybrid fic and this kinda sets the tone for it. I hope you enjoy!

A group of owls is called a parliament.

No warnings. There are some 141 x reader bits as well

PRICE: Blakiston’s Fish Owl

Price is a big bird, and is the largest in terms of body weight and wingspan comparisons. His wings take up a majority of his space when on the ground and in his human form. His feathers are monochromatic with brown and tan, his broad and ragged ear tufts start on his temple and hang slightly to the side- still perfectly seen and sticking out when he wears his boonie hat.

The scars on his neck mark a historic battle between him and a foe. His damage? His vocal chords.

This man has a deep hoot that now sounds like a scratchy croak most nights. He feels self-conscious about it after the damage that occurred but will use it to startle or scare enemies mostly. 

If you ask to hear his hoot he gets flustered.

Being the alpha predator, he is very territorial. Not so much over his nest or room, but rather his parliament. Over the others, he tends to take care of them as a stand-in father figure that none of them have. With his big form and feathers, you can find either of the sergeants nestled into his chest like the pillow Price is.

Playing with his ear tufts is a dangerous game, as your hand will either be pecked at or he’ll give you nesting eyes depending on his mood.

Loves fish, and will even eat it raw if his owl sense is craving it.

His species spends an unusual amount of time on the ground and prefers to travel as humans do when applicable. 

When fishing, he prefers to do so as his breed does. Dive in and catch the fish himself.

Likes to nest in tight spaces (that mimic hollow trees). Will make a fort between a plethora of cushions and blankets to hide within.

GHOST: Great Gray Owl

While Ghost is the largest member of 141, in his owl form, he almost doubles in size due to his plumage. The Great Gray has fluffy feathers and the longest tail, making him all the more threatening

He is not the type to build nests, but will often steal nests of others. He’s been found in Price’s nests when the Captain leaves for office work or has been known to crash into Soap's nest with no care to the men squawking

He’s vain to a fault. Will always preen himself in private, and the one time you pulled a cracked feather he immediately blushed snatched it from your hand, and left in a hurry to make sure there were no others

Once you got to really get close to him, he would let you do it for him.

Absolutely loses it when you call him pretty bird.

You also got him to parrot it back to you once and he almost cried with embarrassment.

Also has a deep hoot, but his come in shorter and quicker successions. 

These owls, much like Ghost, are hard to find. They tend to keep to themselves and blend into their surroundings by remaining still. There is minimal aggression in terms of territory, but when the 141 parliament is threatened, his talons are ready to maul.

SOAP: Barn Owl

Have you heard a Barn Owls call? It can get really annoying or is beyond terrifying.

Soap’s subspecies is the T. a. Guttata; He is large for his species while having grey and orange upperparts with an orange buff. He has speckling to his underpart feathers, and his face is white.

Will sometimes take naps in a roost of his choosing (supply closet, rafters of the gym) but does tend to make his own nest when needing a deep and comfortable sleep after a good meal or long mission. 

Makes a fuss when Ghost crashes his nest. He hisses and snaps his beak at the large hybrid but shuts up when he gets to nestle under his wings.

Soap bonded with Ghost over his species being known as the “Ghost Owl” to some, but also that they have a similar lay of face feathers.

Soap is a curious hybrid in nature, and not always defensive when a different species (or human) is interacting with 141. The first time he met you, his wings splayed out while he looked you over - too closely.

While looking at your dog tags (or any other jewelry) he accidentally beat his wing feathers on your face.

You lost your balance and spooked him, causing him to hiss at you. And beat you over the head with his wing, again.

He is very cuddly when on base, likes to be by your side, and at least has his wing draped on you if it's movie night.

GAZ: Great Horned Owl 

One of Gaz’s strong suits is his ability to camouflage. His feathers comprise a darker brown and even darker, complex markings across. He does have a patch of white feathers on his throat when fully shifted, and people make jokes that it's as if he wears a button-up shirt.

He has the classic owl hoot, and will often use it as comedic relief if a joke doesn't land. It is the most calming and subtle of the group, so he will often use it to find the other members while on base.

His eyes are big. Can give you the sweetest looks without saying anything, and is an absolute heartmelter when his tired eyes show in the daytime.

Like Price, he has tufts on the side of his head but are much smaller in comparison. They do as well peak out from under his cap.

He can adapt to the heat of the desert easily, and if in the Sonoran Desert again, he likes to sit in the sun to warm up.

Gaz does nest, but his is a bit wild and messy in terms of blankets and pillows strewn about when doing so. He doesn't need much, but when in his nesting season he can become aggressive and grumpy.

Price jokes that he can be like a parrot. Somewhat playful but has a tolerance when being preened at by the Captain himself.

Has nipped Price before.

Gaz keeps his talons well-maintained. He lost one in a fight before, and now takes excellent care of them. 

When he becomes fond of you, he will snag you by the arms and fly you in the air with him. Very cautious to not hurt you!

He one time made a nest high up in the rafters in the base but fell out of it and onto the ground when Ghost caught him sleeping.

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Cannot stop imagining Price's owl with a boonie hat on top. Like PLEASE. So cute and deadly.

[lizzy06]

Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

Advice✨ by @bnhascribbles  /ScatteredScribbles (oneshot, fluff)“Your feathers look dull,” you say, a little too fast, “And frayed. That means you don’t get enough Vitamin D.”[COMPLETED]

The Courtship Rituals of One Dark Little Bird✨ by IWillBeTheEndofYou (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami is trying so hard to tell you something. You're so smart! Why can't you just figure it out on your own?[COMPLETED]

Rip It Off Like A Band-Aid ✨by @myheroacademiashorts (oneshot, jealousy, fluff, lil angst) You knew Tokoyami still liked you… At least, you were pretty damn sure he did. You glanced over at the scene again, brows furrowing as you watched your boyfriend duck his head closer to Tsuyu as the pair whispered.[COMPLETED]

Misunderstanding ✨ by @lordsister (oneshot, fluff, humor) Reader’s Quirk: Weretiger (can turn into a giant Siberian tiger) Kaminari stared at you as you gazed at Tokoyami, what he perceived to be a predatory gleam in your tiger-like eyes. “This is bad! She totally wants to eat him!”[COMPLETED]

You Are Just My Type by @myherofuckademia  (oneshot, fluff)Despite his life of darkness, you were Tokoyami’s sunshine.[COMPLETED]

Beak Kisses [Tokoyami x Reader]✨  by  Angry_Kitten_Bakugou (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami is worried about kissing you, and you assure him through fluffy beak kisses that you don't mind.[COMPLETED]

attracting opposites✨ by  whatisreggieshortfor(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Your Quirks complement, you marks line up. It’s how you find the one that’s yours.[COMPLETED]

Face the Sun by @dira333/ Fogfire (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami has a Crush and Class 1-A is adamant on helping, or at least getting all the tea about it.[COMPLETED]

Gift | Tokoyami by Nacatu(oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) It’s the holidays and you want to send Tokoyami off with something from the heart.[COMPLETED]

Secret Admirer by AshREvans (oneshot, fluff) A fluffy tokoyami scenario where his female crush confesses to him after sending him a few secret admirer notes?[COMPLETED]

Sun-Kissed by LennonBlue(oneshot, fluff with lil angst)Just as the moon had fallen in love with the water and all of its ripples and mysteries, Tokoyami had fallen in love with you and all of the little things that made you yourself.[COMPLETED]

Maybe Feather Mites Aren’t so Bad After All ✨by BlackSoul36 (oneshot, fluff) Hawks gets feather mites and infects Tokoyami. You have to deal with treating them.[COMPLETED]

Valentine's Day - Tokoyami ✨ by  NightfallRevel (valentines day au, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Feathers by orphan_account(oneshot, fluff with lil angst)Newly working as a sidekick under the hero name Harpy, reader finds herself mentally and physically struggling with her quirk when things go awry, and receives assistance from everyone's favourite edgey birb.[COMPLETED]

Soulmate AU Tokoyami w/ Black and White AU hcs by @writing-freak (oneshot, soulmate au)your soulmate’s fears and insecurities are like shadows, and can turn your vision grey until you meet them. when tokoyami’s colors start fading, he becomes desperate to find you.[COMPLETED]

Soft Feathers by @justanotherpersonwhohateslife (oneshot, fluff) Tokoyami let out a small huff as your fingers rand over his feathers again.[COMPLETED]