#please excuse me as i go ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FERAL FOR THIS GUY

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Hey! I just wanted to rant/thirst to you about Freminet, so spoiler warning for some of his locked/upcoming voice lines bc I’m going absolutely insane over how he manages to flirt so submissively. Freminet may be truly sweet and innocent, but you can’t tell me that he isn’t purposefully advertising his subby nature. This guy automatically declines tasks from ppl other than his family, but offers himself up to “be of some use to you” in the first greeting 🤨. He straight up asks for orders with zero shame but it’s really the subtle things that are making me obsessed. I can’t really explain properly but it’s kind of like how a brat baits a dom into being more aggressive except he does it in a soft way?? He’s almost one of those mildly manipulative uwu boys going “I’m so shy 🥺👉👈 plz fuck me.”

Example A: Probably the best known example of this is one of his ascension lines where he goes “You didn't have to do this for me, you know. I'd obey you regardless.” Wtf bro, you can’t just say that?!? Being a bad liar doesn’t excuse you from not even trying to hide the horny. Please stop before I bend you over. I know some ppl interpret this as sad but imo it’s one of the most boldly sexual things to come out of his mouth.

Example B: Freminet mentions always having a home at the House of Hearth. And when you ask him to join your party he either says “At your command.” or eagerly asks us to take him (with us). But in the last option he replies with “Well, *fake ass sigh* I’ve got nowhere to go…” like he’s actively fantasizing about us making him come (along). I can just tell he’s smiling while saying this shit, he ain’t slick.

Example C: In an upcoming event the Traveler jokes about wanting to try on his helmet. Immediately the whore behavior jumps out and Freminet responds with “Well, if it’s an order…” Then there’s legit an option to say back “Yep, that’s an order”. Excuse me?!? Are you fucking kidding?!? I am actually gonna go feral rn. Like ofc Paimon interrupts saying “Hey, now’s not the time!” Paimon knows Freminet won’t get anything done once I slut him out like he’s obviously begging to be. “We don’t want to bother him now.” Bother him??? Bitch, he won’t be able to talk or walk once I’m done with him.

Anyways, that’s the end of my rant, but like wtf Genshin? Atp they might as well just let us give the kinky mf a contract and a collar

Bonus Points: The way Freminet will use his soft, raspy voice to randomly bust out a line more romantic than the actual poet characters in-game is crazy. Traveler just said goodnight like a normal person, wdym "May your dreams be as dazzling as the starry night above the ocean, and your dreamless nights be naught but filled with serene respite." Excuse me Prince Charming, how the hell am I supposed to go to bed without you in it now?

HKJFKSFSBDKDJSF

Anon please, I thoroughly enjoyed your analysis and now I cannot unhear these voice lines as anything except subby begging behavior 😵‍💫

Freminet has us all whipped with his pretty voice, short-shorts, and flirting. He knows exactly what he's doing and has no shame, it seems

[captain-mj]

In the past I feel like you’ve said ‘I was just waiting for an ask so I could post this’ so this is an ask to give you that excuse completely. I request that thing you just really want to write. Use it at anytime you want. We love your writing.

Please let me read that thing you want to write !!!

*non normal noises*

i will absolutely take you up on this!! Ghost and Soap sparring angst edition, rather short, kinda clunky, very self indulgent for me.

Soap had never seen Ghost spar. Ever. He didn't get why. It felt like everyone should spar, just to keep their skills sharp. Maybe no one asked him? Whenever Ghost was in the gym, which was shockingly rare from what Soap saw but maybe he just went at different times, people avoided him. It would make sense if no one wanted to spar with him.

Maybe that's why it was so strange that today, someone asked Ghost to spar and he said yes. It made Soap wonder if he'd always say yes, just no one asked.

Ghost wrapped his hands and pulled off his jacket. Soap's attention was immediately caught on the wrist that was exposed at this move. In his head, he could hear Gaz calling him a Victorian woman seeing ankle.

Ghost had the other person fight him and it was clear he wasn't trying very hard. He was almost playful about the moves that would send the other guy sprawling to the ground. "Come on, private. You can hit me harder than that." He assured before yanking them back up.

A few other people stopped what they were doing to watch, several grimacing when Ghost sent the private tumbling. "Ah come on Simon, you're going easy on him!"

Soap watched Ghost... flinch wasn't the right word. His shoulder jerked up slightly, as if to cover his ear and block out what the guy was saying. The private managed to get a hit on him and Ghost cuffed his head to force him back.

"Get him, Carter!" Someone yelled and Ghost's shoulder jerked up again. He started to dodge the private's attacks instead of fighting back.

Soap sensed something was wrong and started to look for a way to de-escalate. He wasn't sure what was setting Ghost off, but he didn't want anyone to get hurt.

The private lunged at him in a rather unprofessional move. It managed to get Ghost on his back but it also flicked the switch.

Ghost grabbed the private and really hit him. No sense of hesitation or carefulness. The private's head snapped back and he quickly started to back up.

"There ya go Riley!" Someone jeered and Soap thought for a moment he was mocking him.

Ghost grabbed the private and started to hit him harder. For a moment, the world felt frozen as everyone who watched went from entertained to horrified.

The private tried to wrap his legs around Ghost to flip him but the man was a brick wall.

Someone started to scream for Price and people were moving quickly but Soap didn't bother with that. He just ran at Ghost, slamming into him to get him off of the private.

Ghost was feral, actually snapping his teeth at Soap despite the mask between them. "Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off."

Soap tried to pin Ghost and quickly found himself on his stomach, arm bent behind his back. He saw the private quickly scrambling to get away, blood dripping from his nose with a limp.

Soap struggled with Ghost, trying to get out of the pin he was in. His arm was slowly being twisted further and further up his back and he thought for a brief moment that his arm would pop out of his socket.

Price yanked Ghost off of him. "Simon, you're okay. You're alright. I promise."

Ghost kicked at the ground aggressively but didn't hit Price. He huffed and snarled. "Fuck you."

"You're fine. I promise. You're alright." Price held Ghost tight until his breathing evened out. "So. I think sparring is still of the table for you."

"Just wanted to try."

"What happened?"

"I was back in the ring." Ghost grunted, trying to pull away from Price who simply yanked him back down.

Soap tested his arm. It was his bad arm and he couldn't quite feel his fingers. "Ring?"

"Fighting ring." Ghost explained. "Couldn't let them win."

Soap shivered, wondering when the fuck he would've been in a fighting ring

[openminded-freak]

Wally Darling x Feral!Reader Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to like the last part so I made another, enjoy!

"Bye bye, Neighbor! Let's do this again tomorrow!" Julie shouted from her front door. It was super dark by the time you left, but it was worth it. That woman can style hair like no one's business.

"Yeah, sure lol." You gave her a wave goodbye and began the trek home. You lived on the other side of the Neighborhood, almost next to Poppy's barn. You were a bit closer to the trees though.

After visiting you at your home, your neighbors realized how close you were to woods and warned against exploring them. You had assured them that you wouldn't and that you never had a interest in doing so anyway. What you didn't say was that you were almost certain there wasn't anything past them anyway. There was no where else to go.

But, honestly? You didn't mind being stuck here. The Neighborhood was pretty, your neighbors were friendly, and you got to appreciate Eddie and Julie as the eye candy that they are. Life was good.

Not to mention, most of your personal stuff came with you when you got sucked in to the Neighborhood. Your laptop, phone, and gaming consoles all operated normally here, somehow. You weren't sure if those were supposed to be there with you, but it didn't matter. Wally didn't know about it and it's not like he was welcomed in your home anyway. You'd throw his raggedy ass out the window if you ever saw him in your house.

As you were walking, you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You stopped, but you heard nothing. There wasn't anyone there either when you turned around. You started walking again and, after a moment, heard the footsteps start again. You didn't know anyone that would be out this late at night who would follow you home like this. Well, except for one little guy..

You continued walking. You pretended that you didn't hear anything behind as you began nearing your home. They continued right up until you got to your front door. You went inside and shut it behind you. You stood there for a moment with your back pressed against it before walking to one of your windows and peeking out the blinds.

Yep, there he was, in all of his glory. Wally was standing in front of the door, looking as though he was debating something. You watched him for a moment before having a sudden, wonderful idea.

-

All of the lights in the house were off except for your bedroom light. You weren't in there though, you were waiting in living room with your handy-dandy baseball bat. Your plan was to wait until he came in before you went to town on him, because then you'd have an excuse. It was self-defense, officer!

It didn't take long for him to help himself in. He slowly opened the door and looked around. Not like he could see anything from where he was, the house was pitch-black. You could see him though :). You waited from your spot on the floor until he passed by you, then quietly crept up to him from behind.

You yanked him by the collar and lifted him off the floor. "GOT CHA, BITCH!" He started squealing in fright and wriggling around, trying to escape your hold.

"Wait! Please, let me explain!-" You cackled in response. "Oh no, you little shit. Absolutely not. Breaking and entering? On top of kidnapping? I think you've earned yourself an ass-whooping." You put your bat down to open your window and stood in front of it a little ways back.

"When will you learn, that your actions have consequences?!" You screeched in a high-pitched voice, scaring Wally further.

"N-Neighbor, we can talk about this-" You ignored his pleas as you grabbed the bat. You held him front of you as you got ready. You lightly tossed him in the air and swung with all your might. He went fucking flying out the window.

You dropped the bat and cheered, "HOME RUN BABYYYYY!" You ran up to the window and stuck your head out. "AND STAY OUT, FUCKER."

He didn't say anything, just looked at you fearfully and fucking booked it back Home.

"He needs some milk," you noted, shutting the window.

I didn't proof-read this so take it or leave it 💅

[threadsun]

Hear me out a short s/o cute and sweet but can throw a grown man like if they were a stack of potatoes here is the scenario: some random guy hitting on their s/o like before they could do anything their s/o throws the man giving an animalistic look then looking back at them smiling sweetly saying "Did I ever tell you that I love you?"

This reminds me so much of @threadmoon's OC, Nik, who I am so down bad for!!! Okay yeah yes yes I love when the reader can take care of themself!!

Jack:

So, look. Here's the thing. Jack can't condone violence. He can excuse his own manipulation and the violence it causes, but direct violence is too much for him

Well, for the most part, that is. He can't really bring himself to be mad when it's you. His Sunshine

He'll bend over backwards to make excuses for you. To paint you as being in the right, without compromising his own nonviolent beliefs (or the ones he pretends to have, anyway)

On the other hand, he’s not going to complain about someone who hits on his Sunshine getting what’s coming to them...

He'll probably just gently scold you about how violence isn't the answer, but will also remind you that he's happy to... take care of anyone who's bothering you

Ian:

Oh he's weak in the knees. His mouth is dry. He's staring at you like you're the most incredible thing in the world

Listen he's so down bad for you. He already was, but seeing you kick ass and also seeing you affirm that you're his and won't be swayed by someone else hitting on you...

Marry him now, please. You're all he ever needs in life. And if it means he gets to see you kick ass more often, he might not mind quite so much when people flirt with you...

He feels a lot more secure in the relationship now that he knows you can and will beat up anyone who hits on you

Seriously though, he is thinking way too hard about what it might feel like to get thrown by you. He's having thoughts and he will share none of them because he's shy

Shaun:

He's not surprised. He can't explain it, but he sort of just got the vibes that you were stronger than you looked and also feral enough to just toss a guy

He thinks it's cute, and a little bit funny too. Seeing someone so small throw someone twice their size

He's also absolutely mentally reminding himself not to get on your bad side. Sure, even for a fully grown man he's pretty huge, but he doesn't want to test you

He won't stop bringing it up. He wants everyone to know how fucking cool you are!

He also might want to do some tests with you, see how strong you are. He'll ask you to lift and throw all sorts of heavy things to try to find your limit

Nick:

Look, he won't lie, he was kind of intimidated by it at first. He hadn't expected you to just fucking throw a guy. Especially not a guy who's bigger than him

But... it was pretty cool. Once he's gotten over the realisation that you could toss him too if you wanted, he can admit that

He's definitely gonna tread more carefully around you, he doesn't want to piss you off to the point where you might throw him around like that

On the other hand, he is thinking about all the cool things you could do if you used your strength more often

If he's sure you can take jokes about it, he'll start suggesting wrestler names for you and joke about signing you up to join WWE or something

Joseph:

He's only mildly surprised, and only because you hadn't mentioned how strong you were to him. He's been in lots of fights, and seen plenty of small and cute people toss fully grown men

He doesn't really see it as anything noteworthy. Though he does wonder where you learned that you could do that

He's pretty happy that he doesn't have to fight on your behalf though. He's trying really hard to put that part of his life behind him and be a better person

Knowing that you can take care of yourself is a huge comfort for him in general, really

He likes knowing that when you're on your own, you'll still be safe. And that when someone else hits on you, you won't entertain them because you're his

Jean:

Okay, so on the surface he's gonna try to act chill about it. Mildly impressed, sure, but generally he's gonna pretend it had absolutely no impact on him

He's a liar. Don't believe him. The moment he saw you throw that guy, he was smitten

Part of him wants to watch you throw people around more often, and part of him wants to be the guy you're throwing around. As long as you're still his, of course

He likes knowing that you're not going to let other people hit on you, even when he doesn't step in

He's a little disappointed that he didn't get the chance to show off to you and beat the dude up himself. But he doesn't mind because it meant he got to see a new side of you

[sun-stricken]

Hello! On the 19th of December 2023 you said in a tag that you ought to make a gray and gajeel hc list. I’m here to also ask you for that because you have a lot of wonderful headcanons and yeah <3

(also sorry for coming across as demanding or rude or anything, you seem very cool and tbh I’m interested in your ideas just sorta in general, idk how exactly to express that while also kinda asking for something so. Apologies for that, and no pressure to respond to this)

ngl u scared me by pulling out reciepts

thus literally took two months and its so short and i have my excuses but please just take it

the post they and i refrence is this one (i think)

* their friendship goes from cordial to feral in two seconds

* They work fairy decent together, but they prefer to do their own thing if they get paired for smth

* Fairy Tail has a very mutual distaste fpr the magic council, after the guild finally got back together (after Gray and Gajeel stopped ‘working ‘ for avatar and the council respectively), Gray would often tease him by treating him as if Gajeel still was with the council

* “Oh shit!! Move its the opps!” “you think ur so fuckin funny, dont you” “i dont know what youre talking about, sir officer sir”

* Gray yells at Gajeel and Levy to get a room anytime they do absolutely anything with each other

* Slayers (dragon, god, demon, etc) always grow fangs and watching it happen is like watching a baby teething, but it usually happens early on (within a few years of learning) so one of ft first times witnessing it was Gray (and Laxus but this aint abt him)

* He would grind his teeth or bite various items bc the pressure felt good

* but yk what wasnt good?? the fucking sound, also it was damaging his teeth

* so Gajeel, the generous soul he clearly is, let him bite his arm so he would stop

* it worked, Gray did stop grinding his teeth but the sound was no better, and now Gajeel is constantly cold and gets no personal space at the guild for weeks

* They agree with each other and have a fair amount of the same hobbies and interests (and shops they go to) and it both pisses them off and weirds them out to no end (“is this guy stalking me rn?? wtf is going ON”)

* They originally bonded over their mutual rivalry with Natsu

* “what a dumbass” “im gonna punch him” *sound of friendship forming*

[initial-lime]

hey, your comic thing looks really cool. Please explain to me why I should love your *checks notes* stupid fucking cannibal deer guy. I would love to love him

Gonna treat this as an excuse to ramble about my thing!

The comic itself is a semi-anthology horror that explores different circumstances (and consequences) of immortality.

It takes place (mostly) in a small UK inspired village called MouseHollow, on the surface this is a perfect idyllic town but in reality it is deeply plagued by supernatural happenings which no one investigates because “tragedy doesn’t happen in scenic little Mousehollow”

The plot centers around a small team of “investigators” consisting of a pair of newly appointed officers and a tired coroner (the deer guy)

Due to a tragic fire that killed the former employees at the station (except the chief who no one has seen since the accident as they won’t leave their office and talks exclusively over the intercoms) the two officers “spots” and Calliope are left to solve the mysteries of Mousehollow with basically no backup so they ask the local coroner for help, Coroner Venison Birk our main guy.

Venison himself has some dark secrets, mainly that due to the lack of supervision has a bit too free range of the many bodies that show up in relation to mysteries (won’t get into that too much now since I don’t want to spoil TOO much)

Early into this new alliance Venison gets access the only piece of evidence related to the fire at the station, a huge mysterious tome that looks at least several hundred years old and he very soon finds out that maybe touching very old books related to tragic crimes probably isn’t the best idea (WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE)

Propaganda as to why you should love Venison Birk:

He’s a little bit pathetic,

completely doomed by the narrative,

cannibalism metaphor!!?!???? Even though he’s a deer!!?!?

Talks like he’s been possessed by an evil pretentious dictionary (funny)

He’s just a little guy but he gets to go absolutely feral at least once

[angelicyoongie]

MAGGYYYYY

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(please excuse my late rant about your latest Lovesick chapter, but I finally have some time to breathe and read)

The WHOLE chapter had me so feral DUGFSODFFDU like I was immediately shocked at the beginning when the MC was in absolute pain and I did feel a little bad upon discovering that Yoongi and Taehyung went out of their way to get a nice Christmas tree :( (but that still doesn't excuse them!!) I was glad to see more interaction between the MC and Jin and Hobi! I am also VERY excited for what will happen between them next chapter 👀👀👀

BUT OHHH BOY THE SMUTTT 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Can I just start off with how beautifully you write smut??? Like, not many writers have the same capacity to write it as fluidly and as ardently as you do! I could feel the tension and heat projecting from the scene and was absolutely immersed in all of it! The lines "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks," "...we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name," "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?," and "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise" had me in an absolute CHOKEHOLDDDDD, I COULDN'T BREATHE OUFSDFOFGD (therewerealsosomanymorelinesbutthatwouldjustbecopyingandpastingyourentirechapter)

Also the fact that Jimin came prepared and brought condoms to the cabin had me chuckling LOL

I was so excited to see Tannie!! Finally, something to break the monotony for the MC and give a spark of hope :') Even then, I was really hoping for SOME understanding from the boys regarding the lovesick theory, but, like you mentioned in an earlier ask, it's too early for them too hear that right now. I hate to say it, but MC might need to wait a couple months (or years??) for them to finally come to their senses and realize how concerning their behavior has been. I still have hope for the MC's freedom!!!

That aside, Maggy, I hope you are staying as happy and healthy as can be and take as much time as you need for the next chapter! I am sure many readers, myself included, are more than willing to wait for whatever more you have in store for us. Can't wait for the finale of Lovesick!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

K

omg no worries, i hope you're doing well! 🥺

i gotta switch it up a little bit every now and then, lol! keep u guys on your toes 😌 taegi did try to do something sweet so i do feel a little bad for them sdhsjk. i think you're really going to enjoy the next chapter if you're looking forward to 2seok and the mc together, hehe 👀

AAAAA thank you so much!! 😭 it's funny because writing smut is such a struggle for me, it just never seems to get easier lmao. but it means a lot that you think it's still good regardless!!

it had to be him 💀

tannie is just the bestest boy and he's doing wonders for the mc's mental health for sure! yeah, it would've been great if they had shown some understanding but it's simply just too early :( they have had good progress so far but there's still quite bit to go, so i don't think months to years is an unreasonable timeline 😬

thank you so much K, you're so sweet to me and i always love reading your comments!! 💖 they mean the world to me 🥺💖 i hope you'll enjoy the final chapter tomorrow as well!!

[themichaelvan]

why nearly every character in all of the fnaf musicals are insane in distinctly different but still very much insane ways: an essay

(this is like 80% from memory and its. checks time 2:15am as of writing this so excuse inaccuracies.)

mark: oh my god starting off with a bang, are we? okay okay. he was there for ONE NIGHT. one. one night. he spent like basically all of it crying in the corner because of puppets. theyre puppets. freddy is literally punted across the room on multiple occasions YOU ARE A FULL GROWN ADULT MARK. "in all my dreams i see / a maze of halls with bloody walls / and countless scrawls reminding me "it's me!"" YOU WERE THERE FOR ONE NIGHT. he IMMEDIATELY decides that the solution to this is not 1) taking it up with his manager 2) just fucking quitting bUT INSTEAD THAT ITS 3) BRING A DUFFEL BAG FULL OF WEAPONS, INCLUDING SEVERAL KNIVES AND GUNS TO HIS WORKPLACE INTENDING TO KILL THE ANIMATRONICS YOU WERE HIRED TO PROTECT. AND THEN THE ONLY THING HE DID TO CHANGE HIS IDENTITY AFTER NEARLY KILLING A MAN AND GETTING CAUGHT WAS TO DYE HIS HAIR. he didnt even change his ADDRESS. dipshit. he acts all tough and crap afterward too like he spent 40 years in prison. he was reduced to literal actual tears by puppets. god i love him so much.

nate: sassed the man holding a knife to one of the animatroniocs he, AGAIN, was HIRED to PROTECT. drove the animatronics to a man they KNOW is willing to use guns to protect himself in the FIRST PLACE. also he just ??? fuckign Had bb on hand like. did they give him bb when he quit the first time?? like. okay. say you have to distract an easily distracted but immensely murderous animatronic and your first thought is "hmm what if i use that rc car that looks like a child from my old workplace". bitch if its been 7 years since i worked there and witnessed a traumatizing event im gonna bury that fucker at the bottom of my closet not just have it with me. also his first concern when he was faced with a very much "i am going to die" situation is that he hasnt caught up on a tv show yet???? nate buddy please i appreciate you but get some self-worth and some therapy while youre at it

aj: he was nearly killed by an animatronic as big as he was, stopped only by like a foot or smth, and then IMMEDIATELY accepted the transfer to ANOTHER place with animatronics in it like. why would you actively choose to keep working with fazbear entertainment. im sure literally any other company ever would look at aj "nearly killed two men because he wanted to work more hours" purple guy and hire him in a millisecond. SPEAKING OF WHICH, HE NEARLY KILLED TWO MEN BECAUSE HE WANTED TO WORK MORE HOURS. DO YOU NEED THE MONEY THAT BADLY OR DO YOU JUST REALLY FUCKING. WANT TO WORK AT FAZBEARS THAT MUCH. i honeslty cant decide which is worse. he also mocked the guy with a chainsaw who burst through the wall not ten minutes before??? who was also like 2 feet away from him???? what were you EXPECTING him to do??????????????????? give you more hours????????????????????????

phone guy: yeah.

mike: looked at the absolute flaming dumpster fire that was the lawsuits, filthy animatronics, extremely low budget, and EXTREMELY sketchy boss that was the new fazbears and said "yeah i can work with this." also i think he got killed by pan stan which is such a sad way to go my god. i dont have quite as much to say about him but i DO love him very much and he REALLY SHOULD HAVE gotten a better job.

lizzy: other than the fact she hasnt quit fazent yet (which is excusable considering it looks like shes looking into the sketchy stuff and is probably mostly there for mikes death), actually not that bad. props to her tbh if i had to deal with a boss like phone guy id go considerably more feral.

those police officers who showed up for like 2 scenes in the og fnaf musical: just fucking, like. let an actual murder perp ESCAPE because they Forgot To Lock The Car And Went To Go Get Food and then just. DIDNT REPORT IT. because this, apparently, is NOT the first time theyve let someone escape, and because theyd LOSE THEIR JOBS IF THEY REPORTED IT. if the police is THAT bad in this town no fucking wonder phone guy's gotten away with everything so far.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

And also falling down the rabbit hole of hey, what Digimon would this oc have. "It's a fucking Pokemon, May is a literal Mewtwo you cant get more Pokemon character than that come on you can't." Give her human design, put in new au, give Digimon partner :)

"Fine but we've gotta be unique none of our usual choices." Lopmon. "That's..thats one of our usual generic picks come on don't do this to me." gets a good evo and bad evo :) May can be ur devol or ur angle :) "Please." :)

I am severely brain rotted lmao, excuse me while I try to fathom Monochromes Digimon and also try to decide if I want him to be an antagonist or protagonist. Because REDACTED is absolutely evil but Monochrome is probably not? Maybe more lurks joins team later bad boy mysterious boy vibes, shows up with a powerful Ultimate Digimon kicks ass, leaves with no explanation with a cocky heh. Cause god dammit you know he probably a bit of a cocky teenager he's in a fantasy world with a powerful beast friend probably having a good time while May is not as cocky and slightly younger and just ?? Who??

Brain is tryna say why not both with REDACTED being some fucked up computer program thing, potentially converted evil soul so still a ghost he's a computer ghost now ooh, that's corrupting digiworld and going to kill all of humanity via fucking with digiworld cause fuck ur shit fuck you and uses Monochromes appearance when making an avatar to like interact cause oop too powerful

Oh god the rabbit hole has GOT me and is dragging me down into it hrn bye sorry I'm fucking deranged and feral over these guys they're escaping containment, the things I come up with to entertain myself honest

DID I JUST GET A WHOLE FUCKING FANDOM OR SOME SHIT.

[randoimago]

Zelda for the ask game please!

So I've only played Twilight Princess, Link to the Past, and Breath of the Wild >.< I've been meaning to play more LoZ games (I feel like I'd love Majora's Mask) but damn is finding the time and energy for new games hard 😅

I did this for BotW tho since that's the game I actually have written requests for

Ask Game Here

3 male characters I love: Link, Sidon, Kazz (I get so happy anytime I hear his music playing)

3 female characters I love: Paya, Mipha, Greta (she got me the hookups in Gerudo Town)

3 romantic ships I love: Mipha/Link 😭, Zelda/Link, Sidon/Link

3 platonic dynamics I love: Urbosa/Zelda (they're silly), Ganon/Link/Zelda (I have seen fanart of the three as friends and it's unbelievably cute), firm believer that Paya/Mipha would be the cutest friendship (just girls gossiping about why Link is the cutest and then them routing for each other)

3 favorite moments in canon:

The fact that you can be an absolute gremlin with the old man in the beginning of the game. Stealing his apples and then constantly pestering him about the glider. They give Link so much personality with these options even if he is the "silent protagonist"

This one is me specific, but I did Divine Beast Vah Naboris first (I saw images of Link in fem clothes and I went feral with need) and then I went to do Vah Medoh and I was prepared for it to be tedious and the boss fight to suck ass. Nope, I was surprised with how easy it was. The disbelief and relief I went was immeasurable. It was very funny.

Also me specific, but I got so excited when I found a "fairy fountain" but was so confused because there weren't any fairies around. And then I saw the title being like Dead Horse Shrine or smth and I was nervous chuckling. When I saw that fucking thing pop out of the fountain I gasped so loud because I was so not prepared. I was ready for a hot, thicc fairy to show up

3 favorite headcanons:

I really do think it would be cute to just have a Ganon, Link, Zelda friendship thing. Just seeing a cutscene of them hanging out or something (also hearing Matthew Mercer voicing Ganon being soft?? oof)

Kind of mentioned this with the platonic ships, but I do love the idea of a Mipha/Paya friendship just being them being cute and giggling and talking about crushes only to talk about how cool and handsome Link is and then routing for the other to get in a relationship with him.

Link and the others going out for weekly bowling. Of course, they'd need to all dress up in snow gear and there would be "I'm not used to this much clothing, that's why I suck at bowling" excuses, but it'd be fun.

3 least favorite things about it:

So when I wrote the Link oneshot for my October event, I wrote the cricket thing from my own experience. I knew the guy wanted 100 crickets before I took the quest so I went out and spent so much time to get those crickets and then I come back and am told to just get 10. False advertising, made me sad (I had hella elixirs tho)

Okay but with the elixir thing, I know that the tips and what not is like "Use monster parts to make elixir", but I really think some monster parts should be able to be cooked in a meal. And I'm not saying that because I'm salty that I accidentally tried cooking many Lizalfo tails (cause I kept forgetting that it's a monster part and not food somehow, lowkey I would eat one if it was prepared right)

Wish there were more feminine outfits for Link. It would be too powerful, but I wish there was more. And also good feminine outfits too so I can just have Link looking fem as fuck with good armor as well. I want it, I need it.

[arcade-writing]

Before we start I want you guys to see these amazing High noon! Viktor fan designs that have made me absolutely foam at the mouth. I am going FERAL

Link to first art: Link here

Link to second art: Link here

They really inspired me to write and I might even make my own design! I'm so excited!

High noon

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: High noon! Viktor X reader

AFAB body but no pronouns or set gender

Warning: lasso bondage, slight temp play, Marking, man-handling, spanking, slight predator/prey, harsh degrading, angry sex (he's mad, you're down bad) and creampie

miláčku = darling

"What's a pretty little thing like you, doing in a place like this?"

You only spared him a glance. Taking another gulp of your scotch as his smirk turned into a twitching scrawl.

"Oi, you ignoring me, Darlin'?! That's mighty rude of ya."

The bartender made eye contact with you. Both of you silently sharing a knowing look as his temper only rose. Meanwhile, you just finished your drink leaving only the smallest bit inside.

The man grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn your attention to him. You stood up with a frown. Smashing the glass to his head as you yanked your wrist away.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

As he tried to gather his bearings, you turned to the bartender. Tapping two silver coins as you slid them towards her.

"Another scotch." You slid another piece just for good measure. "For the glass."

You sent her a quick wink before turning back to the guy. Before he could even stumble to his next attack, a prosthetic hand gripped his arm tightly. The man's heart sank as he recognised the robotic face.

"Doc-! Please-!"

That was all he could muster out before he was knocked out cold with a hard thud. His head smashed into the counter with the perfect amount of force.

You brushed yourself off, a smile reaching your ears as you looked up to your saviour. Only to freeze as you looked upon him.

"If you'll excuse me." Was all he said as he threw the man over his shoulder.

Before he merged into the stiff crowd of the bar. He turned to you; looking at you over his shoulder as a large cloud of smoke poured from his mask.

"I'd run if I were you." His voice was empty. Not a single ounce of emotion could be heard but you felt in your heart. He was grinning. After all, he'd collect two bounties in one night.

He didn't have to tell you twice. You grabbed your coat and dashed to the back doors. You knew it wouldn't be long before he was chasing after you. It was always like this.

Ever since he came to collect you there's been this game of cat and mouse. You would always escape his cold clutches just in time. Luck on your side as you escaped the fate that awaited for you. You'd be a fool if you didn't notice he'd start 'miscalculating' your next move. Missing the perfect shot. Slowing down just enough to give you enough time to disappear.

Doctor Viktor was no ordinary Doctor. Nor an ordinary man. He was the bounty hunter for Renata Glasc. The biggest crime boss in Zaun. Rumour had it they had a deal going on - he collected her bounties and she funded his projects.

Those damn projects. That what you were gonna be if he ever caught you. You've heard the stories. Jars of organs and limbs stored away as he took the souls of the poor bounties he hunted.

You shivered at the thought. But yet, there was a small part of you found this whole chase exciting. Leaving you breathless as you traced any marks or bruises he left on you. Sinking into the sweet adrenaline as your legs moved faster and faster. Intoxicated with ever encounter.

As if sensing your thoughts. Viktor appeared from the shadows, his boots clanked as he locked you in his sights.

You dashed through the nearest window. He was hot on your tail as you both ran through the wooden hall. People's screams echoed as leapt from tables. Swinging from the old chandelier, just missing his lasso. You stumbled to the ground as you ran out the back.

Your shoes skidded along the dirt as you tried to find your horse. But she wasn't anywhere you could see. You let out a loud whistle but even then you couldn't hear a thing.

A scream was ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground. Tight rope wrapped around your bust before you were dragged towards him. Dust and rocks smacking against any exposed skin as you skidded. Staring up at him whilst he stared you down.

"You caught me again, Doctor - who would of guessed."

You kicked at his knee. He let out a pained grunt as he fell on one leg. Your leg wrapped around his, using all your weight as he was on the floor and you sat on his waist.

"But you're not getting me, this time." You grinned.

His third arm reached out for you. Snapping at you like snake. You leaned back enough it grabbed the rope instead. You were pulled forward suddenly causing you to lose balance, gasping as you felt something hard against you.

"You were saying?" He mocked.

But you didn't let that stop you. You shifted your arms pulling back as hard as you could as the claw pulled the rope towards him. Leaving you almost free but of course, he was always steps ahead. The rope tightened around your wrists. Now bound by them.

You huffed. Glaring down at him as you tried to pry away from the rope.

Suddenly, you were being thrown over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you smacked against his armour. How did this even happen?! Viktor trudged through the bustling town, finding his destination easily.

You recognized this place. It was a bar upstairs but a brothel downstairs. You could feel your cheeks glow as you rubbed your thighs together. Was he really going to do this?

He ignored the looks he received as he handed 4 coins to a lady at the bar.

"How generous! Please, follow me!"

She took him downstairs, past the busy rooms and ladies waiting outside them.

"just the one? I can bring you one of my girls, free of charge."

"Just the one."

Her smile strained but she allowed him to step inside without any issues. You waved at her before the door was slammed shut. The door had an automatic lock. How fancy.

You were chucked onto the bed. Arms Infront of you still bound. He stalked towards you as more smoke hissed out from his mask.

"Two month's."

You knew exactly where this was going. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back your grin.

"You were gone for two months."

"Aww, what? You miss me?"

He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him as he lined his crotch against yours. You shivered as you felt it press exactly where you wanted it.

He kept you there. Just glaring down at you. You squirmed under his gaze, grinding against him. Trying to get a reaction out of him but he just stood.

"Too nervous to go through with your plan, Doc?"

"Far from it." He threw off your boots with one quick motion before going for your pants.

You fell from his grasp as you tried to adjust your hips, landing on your side as he yanked your clothes off. He pushed you to your knees where you were left with your ass in the air. Legs spread.

A single clawed finger dragged along your underwear. You moved against it as he traced over your throbbing sex. Your back arched further as he pulled the rope around your wrists. You let out as gasp as your face was forced further into the bed.

The cool air hitting your exposed skin as he ripped your underwear off you. Literally.

"Hey! I got those recently-!"

Your words were muffled but you knew he could hear you. A deep chuckle coming from him. It went straight to your core. His voice was your biggest weakness. A thick accent that made you melt.

"You're wet." He pointed out. Spreading your ass and thighs to get a better look.

You squealed as you felt the hot smoke from his mask hiss against your folds. One hand was metal, cool against you whilst the other had a nice warm leather. The two different temperatures left your skin tingling as the palm of his metal hand grew hotter.

Viktor stood up straighter, still using one hand to spread you open. Whilst the other hand suddenly smacked your ass. The hot palm leaving a more prominent red mark. You moaned as he massaged the sore spot.

"How many can you handle?"

It took you a moment to figure out what he meant. You shifted your head slightly so he could hear you better.

"Five." You muttered weakly, feeling embarrassed at the low number.

"Count to ten."

You didn't even get to protest as he struck you again. You let out a surprised 'one'. He just tutted. You could see him shaking his head. Another deep chuckle leaving him.

"This is the second slap, miláčku." He spanked your ass again. "I thought you were smart."

"T-Three!"

There were only a few moments before he slapped you. Massaging and rubbing the red hand print in between as he hummed in approval. By seven you were a sniffling mess. You felt too sensitive to take anymore. Squirming underneath his touch as you twitched. Tears blurring your vision as you let another moan.

"Viktor.... please..."

"Just three more to go, you can do it."

This time his strike was more gentle. His palm cooling down. Giving you more time to rest as he soothed you. Your legs were shaking as you felt your own slick on your thighs. Mewling as his gloved thumb rubbed your wet folds. Pressing against your hole.

"Nine!"

Another slap. His clawed third arm reached under his shoulder. Taking his gloved hands place as he inserted two fingers into your soaked cunt.

Curling his fingers deep as he thrusted them in. Soothing you once again as he stretched you open. The wet squealching only adding to the overwhelming situation.

"Ten-!"

Your cheeks turned to fire as you twitched. Cumming around his fingers you let out string of whimpers. He took out his fingers once your high died, wiping your juices on your skin.

His hands glided across your hips as he slowly slid you down. You lazily flopped, laying on your stomach as you looked at him over your shoulder. Viktor unbuckled his pants, pulling it out of the loops with a snap.

You flinched at the noise as you clenched around nothing. He pulled his pants just enough to free himself. Giving himself slow pumps of his cock as he looked down at you.

"All this running just for you to let me take you." He crawled onto the bed, tucking his legs under yours.

You never took much notice of it before but it became more apparent to you as you felt it press against your weak legs. His right leg was a prosthetic from the knee down. You began to wonder what else was augmented.

You were flipped on your back, your bottom half propped up on his lap meanwhile the rest was on the pillows. The doctor grabbed your hips, lining your sex up to his cock before pushing in. He grunted as he had to ease in, doing slow small thrusts until he could fully slip in. Bottoming out with a hard thrust forward.

"Vik-"

You were immediately silenced as he pounded into you. He pulled the rope, forcing you to sit up as your faces became eye level. Steam blowing onto your face.

You huffed, forcing back your moans as you roughly grabbed his mask. His hat falling off in your pursuit making it easier for you. His mask was off with one rough tug. His expression was stiff; only his eyes widening as you finally could see each other.

He cheeks were replaced with metal, his teeth exposed and now a burning orange. It was as if he had hot metal for teeth. His eyes were vibrant. Matching the glow of his mouth. Golden eyes with flickers of purple staring down at you.

Signs of aging already appearing as he had heavier bags under his eyes. Already getting light wrinkles from frowning. A patch of silver was noticeably in the wild main that were his brown locks.

Two moles on his face drew your attention. One right under his eye and the other was above his lip.

He was so pretty.

You were brought back to reality as he moved your hips in time with his. Having much more force now as he began to snarl. His lips crashing onto yours as he hungrily delved his tongue into your mouth. Keeping you pressed to his chest by the rope his third arm was now holding.

You were practically a rag doll in his hands. Letting him do as he pleases as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. He groaned into your mouth as he laid you down. Keeping his lips on yours as he didn't stop his brutal pace.

He hovered over you. Disgust in his eyes as he bared his teeth at you.

"Is this all you want? To get fucked?"

"Yes-!" You cried out. Arching your back as your eyes rolled back. His cock hitting your g-spot.

"Making me search for you." He gritted his teeth. Pulling you with him as he sat up. Moving your legs over his shoulders. Hitting new places as stayed relentless. Not giving you a single moment to breathe.

"Just for you to be sitting at bars, waiting."

You grabbed at the robotic arm keeping you up right. Trying to find anything to ground yourself as you were left seeing stars.

"Waiting to get filled like a common whore."

'yes' spilled off your lips. You couldn't think. All you could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure. Barely able to process what he was saying as you screamed out.

"perhaps I should leave you here, you'd fit right in."

You quickly shook your head. He raised a thick brow. Going to retort but you beat him to it.

"Only you--! I want only you!"

It was true. Ever since he first fucked you, you couldn't find anyone who'd filled you up like he did. Either too gentle. Too rough. Not long enough. Not thick enough.

It wasn't him. You needed him.

He bit his lip. Trying to hide his expressions as his pace grew sloppy. You knew exactly what this meant. His breath hitching as his grip on your hips grew tighter.

"cum- please cum-! Cum inside me! Please!" You chanted, breathless.

"Chystám se tě naplnit, miláčku. " Im going to fill you up, darling

His eyes rolled back as he spilled into your cunt. You clenched around him. Trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. He shivered as you grinded against him. Moving your hips as he slowed down his thrusts.

He leg go off rope, your arms falling to your chest. Viktor moved your legs to his waist before falling forward. Keeping himself inside you as he pulled something from his pocket.

"Your debt was paid." He put a small but heavy bag into your palms.

Your mind was too blissed out to even know what he was saying. He cupped your cheek as he searched your dazed expression.

"No more running."

He left you with one last kiss. Slipping out causing you to whine. Feeling empty as his cum dripped out.

You faded in and out. The next thing you knew you were dressed again. Being hugged to his chest as he sat in the back of his wagon. A giant robot driving you both into the distance.

Your debt was paid. You're safe.

You smiled as you leaned more into him. Looking up at him as you let out a small whisper. "thank you." Before you finally let yourself sleep.

[yutahoes]

The Biggest Mistake

pairing: college students! Yuta Nakamoto x Y/N (feat Park Jisung and Na Jaemin) word count: 6.8k words genre: angst, smut, fluff summary: Yuta made the biggest mistake in his life.  warnings: early pregnancy, cursing, mentions of cheating, mentioned protected(?) sex, blood, pregnant woman kink(?), alcohol, cheating, kissing, boob fondling, masturbation, dub-con(?), mentioned morning sex, mentioned blowjob, unprotected sex (but not explicit) 

taglist: skipping the taglist because I’m really not proud of this. 😭

a/n: I am not so proud of this work. This is way different than what birthday girl anon requested (sorry 😭) but when you explained the young dad! Yuta, this is the scenario that played in my head. I’m sorry if this is so overdue and this is so different. I honestly don’t know what is wrong with me. 😭 I don’t have any excuses and I’m ready to get hate over this fic. I’m sorry. 

'Yuta, we need to talk.'  'Can you please meet me?' 

'I have soccer practice.' 'Meet you at the café near school, 3 pm.' 

Yuta immediately saw her the moment he stepped foot inside the coffee shop. She's unusually early today. He ordered coffee for both of them and proceeded to sit in front of her, putting down the tray of black coffees. "Did you go to class today? I haven't seen…" She pushed the cup of coffee away from her, biting her lip. "Why? You like this coffee." 

He stopped then focused on her. Something is off. "Did you cry? You look pale. Are you sick?" 

"Yuta," she called quietly. "I'm pregnant."

He stopped, looking so surprised at what she said. It’s a joke, isn’t it? “Stop joking, Y/N. It’s not even April.” The girl slipped a pregnancy test kit on top of the table. “What? How? We were careful. We did it safely.” He said in surprise, “I used a fucking condom.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Do you know what this means? We’ll lose everything, Y/N. We’re just college students. This will ruin our dreams.” Yuta sighed. The national league. Going to Barcelona. He’ll lose everything. “Are you sure it’s mine?” 

Her look at him was absolutely feral, Yuta was scared for a second. “Do you really think I’ll cheat on you?” She whispered, voice straining. Y/N bit her lip before continuing, “I told you first because I thought you’ll help me. I thought you were the one, it turns out you’re not.” 

“Y/N, it’s not…”

“I’m sorry that I crushed your dream. You don’t have to think of that anymore,” she said while standing up, getting her things. Wait, what does she mean? “We’re done, Yuta.” 

He called for her name but she was already out of the door. The people in the coffee shop were staring at him as he sat on the same seat, sighing hard. He reached for the pregnancy kit on the table that showed two bright red lines. 

Fuck! What a mistake! 

What should he do now? 

—----

“Yo dude!” Yuta’s teammate called then tapped his back. “Did you break up with Y/N?” 

Yuta whipped his head at the taller guy, surprised at the question. “She doesn’t attend classes anymore and the teacher even said that she dropped the subject.” He explained before shrugging. “It’s just unusual for her. She had always liked going to school.” She did. Does this mean she’s really keeping the child? “And you never mentioned anything so I’m just curious.” 

Did they break up? After what happened in the coffee shop, he never received any message from her. He was scared to call her, not sure what to tell her. And when he did, she wasn't answering his calls. 

Maybe it really is their end. Should he go to their house and check on her? What will he tell her? “Yuta hyung!” He turned to see Jisung, Y/N’s younger brother, walking his way. “Do you know where noona is?” 

Huh? He shook his head. He hasn’t seen her since they broke up. “She left home and I thought you were together.” 

“Left home?” 

“Mom and dad wanted her out of the house after finding out that she’s pregnant.” He shared that surprised Yuta. So she really is pregnant? It isn’t a joke? “Hyung, do you have any idea where she is?” Yuta shook his head once again. She already dropped out and also left home. Where can she be? And if she’s pregnant, shouldn’t she be taking care of herself more? 

It shouldn’t be his problem. It was her decision to keep the child, her decision to leave their home. Why is he so bothered? “Hey, honey, are you alright?” Yuta looked up to see his mom sitting on the chair beside him. “You can’t sleep?”  

“Mom,” he called, breathing hard. “Do you remember Y/N?” The older woman nodded, gushing at how nice she was when she visited once. “Mom, she’s pregnant.” He didn’t attempt to look at her face. He’s already sure that there is disappointment on her face, “And I think I am the father of the child.” 

A sigh can be heard from his mother before she tapped his back. “Did you talk to her parents?” Yuta shook his head. “I hope you did the right thing and became responsible for her.” 

Yuta breathed hard. He never expected this reaction from his mother. “Yuta, you know very much how it would feel to grow up without a dad.” She was right. It is difficult, not only for him but for his mom as well. Why does he have to repeat the same mistake his bastard father did?

His phone rang. Her name appeared on the screen which startled him. When he picked up the phone, her groaning voice can be heard on the other line. “Yuta, help me.” 

The blood in his body ran cold. She didn’t say anything and just told him the clinic where she was. Is she alright? She’s not hurt, isn’t she? The baby? Is the baby safe? Yuta stopped at the door of the clinic seeing her lying on the bed with blood on her legs. “What happened?” he asked the attending nurse who asked who he was. “I’m her boyfriend. What happened?” 

“She was bleeding when she came here. We’re waiting for the OB to come.”   

“She will be safe, right?” The nurse didn’t answer him. “The baby will be safe, right?” The doctor checking her just pursed her lips. “Please save her.” 

It was such long agonizing hours for Yuta as he sat outside the clinic and wait for the OB to check on his girlfriend. His hand was still shaking while remembering the insane amount of blood on the bed. What should he do if the baby doesn’t survive? Surely, their lives would go back to the way they were. Will they come back to each other? Probably not. And he doesn’t want that. 

The door opened and he was ushered by the nurse inside, saying that the patient wanted to see him. She looked so weak, so pale while lying on the bed. An IV was hooked on her arm as she stared at him. “Sorry I had to call you. I don’t have anyone to call.” 

“I’m relieved you called me. What happened?” 

“Dehydration.” The nurse answered, “And starving. She hasn’t eaten anything today.” 

“Is our baby alright?” Yuta saw how Y/N looked at him in surprise. The nurse smiled, saying that the baby is safe but the OB suggested having appointments with her so she can check the prenatal health of the baby. “That’s a relief.” 

When the nurse left, the atmosphere felt awkward. Y/N is too weak to talk and Yuta doesn’t know what to say. “I’m planning to abort the baby.” She announced, making the guy look at her in shock. “You were right. This baby will just ruin our lives. I don’t want you to ruin your dreams because of the baby.”

“No, don’t. Let’s keep the baby, Y/N.” Yuta revolted.

Once allowed to leave, Yuta brought her to his home and even apologized to his mom for the trouble. She only smiled at her son before hugging the younger girl, “I’ll prepare your room, Y/N.” 

—--

Every day is still the same for Yuta: he would go to school in the morning, have soccer practice in the afternoon then hang out with his friends until evening. Nothing changed except for the fact that his girlfriend lives with them in his house now. "You cook this for breakfast? What time did you wake up?" his mom asked one morning, seeing the eggs and bacon on the table.

The younger girl would just smile timidly. "I can't sleep." 

His mom would only look at her in worry. "Do you want to go to the doctor tomorrow? You don't have classes tomorrow, right Yuta?" 

Ever since he found out that she's pregnant, it has been awkward with her. He didn’t know how to approach her and when he did, he will always be reminded of the things he said to her. It also didn’t help that in his eyes, she changed a lot. It was like she matured all of a sudden in front of his eyes. Like she’s not his girlfriend anymore, but an entirely different person. Maybe because she is pregnant. 

It feels awkward being in the clinic. All eyes were on them as they sat beside each other. They must have thought that they were too young. And they are. But it’s already here, they cannot undo this mistake. “Ms. Y/N,” the nurse called and she smiled while standing up, greeting the nurse. “You’re starting to show.” 

Yuta unconsciously glanced at her stomach. She’s not. If he’s not her boyfriend, he’ll assume that she isn’t pregnant. The doctor smiled at him when their eyes met and he recognized her as the doctor from when Y/N was brought to a clinic. “I’m glad your boyfriend is here to come with you,” she claimed while nodding in approval. “I hope you can come with her to the upcoming appointments.” He sighed. Why does he felt suddenly called out? 

What the nurse said to Y/N during their hospital visit was repeated to Yuta when he woke up one morning. She is showing. Her stomach was slowly forming a bump and she is putting on some weight, particularly on her breasts and butt. Are pregnant women always this hot?  

His mind is always clouded with thoughts of her. Her soft skin on his fingertips and his mouth sucking on her full breasts. It became so bad that he cannot focus on soccer practice without thinking of his hands fondling her breasts. When he came home early, he found her in the kitchen wearing his oversized jersey shirt. The hem stopped midthigh and the bump of her stomach is easily seen. “Oh, you’re home.” She said in surprise, “Some of my clothes don’t fit me anymore so I have to borrow…” 

Y/N was cut mid-sentence when Yuta kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She returned the kiss and moaned when she felt his hand rest on her breast. “Fuck, I need you.” Yuta whispered while carrying her to the top of the counter. His kisses were fervent against hers, his hand grazing along her exposed thigh and heading north to her underwear. “I need you.” 

He started unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them quickly as he pulled her closer just as the door can be heard followed by, “Y/N?” Quickly, the mentioned girl went down of the counter and lightly pushed Yuta as he turned around, away from the kitchen door where his mom was coming in. Fuck the timing! “Oh, you’re early Yuta.” 

He awkwardly laughed, “Practice ended early.” Yuta answered in a monotone before excusing himself to go upstairs. God damn it! He needed to pleasure himself once again. 

Yuta woke up in the dead of the night, parched. While heading up, he saw how Y/N’s door was opened ajar. The small light from the bedside illuminated her features, her calm sleeping face, and her bulging belly. She looked really beautiful. His gaze fell on her breasts and realized that they are indeed getting bigger. Is it because of pregnancy? It’s calling him in. His hands had a mind of their own and wanted to touch them.

Her breasts feel so firm to squeeze, different from when he took her virginity. It must really be the pregnancy. He put down his sweatpants and boxers, jerking his hardening cock with his other hand. His fingers grazed on her nipple, moans escaping his lips. 

Her eyes opened and Yuta was too drunk with the pleasure that he didn't stop and just motioned her to be quiet. “Please, Y/N, I need you.” 

The girl was moaning quietly as he kept on thrusting inside her. The release he had been waiting for for for days. Different than when they first had sex, she feels tighter or maybe he was just so turned on. Additional was the fact that they had to remain quiet or his mom might catch them in the act. It feels good and Yuta was sure that this wouldn’t be the last time they’ll be doing it. While she was lightly snoring, his hand fondled her breasts as his semi-hard cock was between her legs. When she woke up that morning, he had to ask her for morning sex which she agreed on. 

They should move out to have the privacy they need.  

With the small amount that he saved from his part-time job, Yuta managed to move with Y/N to a small one-room apartment unit. It’s a rent-to-own so he’s sure that it will go to them when the time comes. Besides, his mom wanted him to be responsible for his child and the mother of his child. But the main reason for this all is the privacy and freedom that they’ll have with Y/N. 

A wrong move since it’s been a week since they moved yet Y/N would always reject him sexually. She would always reason out that she was tired or not in the mood. He understood her, it must be the pregnancy hormones. But he also has needs of his own. 

Needs that he had fulfilled with the help of a cheerleader who he met while drinking with his friends once. She had some amazing hips and huge breasts, a warm mouth, and excellent skills in giving head. Something that he would always look for each night. He would always go home drunk and reasoning out that it was needed for his job. Y/N would never say anything and that it’s alright. So alright that there were nights where he wouldn’t even come home. 

-------

Yuta opened the door to hear Y/N giggling. He was startled to see a young man in front of her, drinking coffee. “This is Jaemin,” she introduced. “He lives next door. He’s a freshman.”  

A freshman? What is a guy doing in their place? “I’ll go now, noona.” The younger claimed then casually rubbed her stomach, “Bye baby.” He walked out the door after greeting him with a smile that pissed Yuta off. What was that?

“What is he doing here?” Yuta asked as Y/N started taking the cups into the sink. 

“I asked for help with installing the lights.” She said casually that made Yuta look at the lights in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

She smiled in his way, “I have been telling you since last week but you might be busy.” Y/N said calmly, “And Jaemin volunteered to help me." Yuta glared. Does she really have to ask for help from another man? And is that guy not doing anything in his life that he had to be friends with a pregnant woman? "Are you mad?" 

Yuta didn’t answer as he walked out the door, slamming it shut. ‘Meet me at Sky motel.’ He quickly messaged the cheerleader as he exited the apartment building. How dare she let a man enter their home? The home he has to pay the rent for. And she’s fucking pregnant, for crying out loud. Why is that guy so attracted to an older, pregnant woman? Is it some teenager kink? 

Those were the thoughts in his mind while tugging on the cheerleader’s hair as she blew him off. “Why are you so rough today?” She asked while removing her pants and then sat on his lap to ride him. “I love it.” He started slapping her ass as her moans echoed in the motel room. She alternated between grinding and riding his cock which made Yuta scream his head off. This is the amazing sex he deserved. 

There were days that he didn't come home at all, sometimes he would go home late at night and leave early in the morning. Anything just to avoid the responsibility. The money he received from his part-time job is spent on alcohol and partying. “The rent is due. The landlady is asking for the payment.” Y/N said one morning but Yuta just glared, “I’m doing my best, Y/N.” Then he left, without a word, once again.  

Yuta was drinking in the club with his cheerleader fuck buddy, kissing as she grind on his thigh when a larger man came and started punching him in the face. The girl looked surprised before stopping the larger guy, “You’re fucking this guy behind my back?” He asked that startled Yuta. What? She has a boyfriend? He stood up but was punched once again by the other guy, warning him to stay away from his girlfriend. 

All eyes were on him but what was surprising is the young guy, wearing the waiter’s uniform, staring at him. Jaemin. 

The younger guy gave him an ice pack and he thanked him quietly. “Don’t tell Y/N.” 

Jaemin snickered, “As if noona doesn’t know.” Yuta stared at him in surprise. “You go home drunk and smelling like a woman’s cologne. Your clothes have lipstick marks on them and you moan another woman’s name in your sleep.”  

“Y/N tells you that?” 

“No,” he answered quietly. “But the apartment walls are thin and I can hear her crying every night.” Y/N knows? And she’s been crying every night? “When you go home at night, and I’m assuming that you were sleeping, she would always cry while apologizing that she ruined your life. That you have dreams that are ruined because of the baby inside her.”    

“But her dreams were also ruined. She just wanted to graduate from university with her friends and make her parents proud of her.” Yuta knows. She had always been the perfect daughter like that. “And she lost all that because of the baby inside her.” 

Jaemin breathed heavily before continuing, “Both of you would always blame the baby even if it isn’t born yet when clearly it’s both your fault.” He claimed then smiled bitterly, “Can’t you just save the baby some blame? It isn’t good for him to grow up in a household where his parents think that he’s just a mistake and he ruined their life.” Is he really younger? How can he think like that? “I don’t want him to be like me.” He stood up then smiled at Yuta, “Go home to her. She’s probably cooking dinner for you now.” 

He was right. Why put the blame on a baby that they made? It’s not only his dream that is ruined - or put on hold - but hers. Yet here he is, being a jerk about it. 

The moment he stepped foot inside their home, he can smell crab meat and fried rice. Y/N looked surprised when she saw him standing in the kitchen then looked worried when she saw his face, “What happened to you?”  

“Just a bad day at work. A customer punched me.” Yuta said in monotone but she only held her chin, looking at the damage. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” 

But she shook her head and asked him to wait for her on the couch. She returned with a first aid kit, shaking her head. “Why your face? Why would they hurt your handsome face?” He smiled, “I hope this will lessen the swelling, I don’t want your pretty face hurt.” Now that she’s closer, he noticed how she got thinner. Her eyes were blank and with eyebags, her cheeks hallowed as her lips were chapped. She looked so tired. Her hair was in a messy bun and there are cut and burn marks on her fingers. “Did you eat? I made crab meat fried rice.” 

Does she always make food for dinner even if he doesn’t go home? To think about it, Yuta would always wake up with breakfast cooked. Even if he had drunk hard that night, his clothes were magically changed as if someone had taken care of him. It’s only her.  

He might be underestimating her. He really did take her for granted. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” She looked confused especially when he kneeled in front of her, holding both her hands. “I’m sorry.” The tears escaped from his eyes. He had been a jerk all along. His girlfriend is here at home, bearing his child alone and he decided to party each night. He even dared to cheat on her. “Y/N, forgive me.” He begged, whispering while grasping her hand. “Please don’t leave me.” 

Her fingers thread on his hair, “I won’t leave you, Yuta.”   

That night, Yuta lay on the bed with Y/N. His hand was rubbing her stomach, whispering wishes for the baby to come out well and not give his or her mommy pain. “I’m taking ultrasound to know the gender of the baby next week. Your mom said she’ll come with me. Do you want to come with us?” Yuta’s eyes sparkled as he grinned while nodding at her. He would love to come with her. 

—-----

Yuta held his girlfriend's hand, repeatedly asking if she was hurt or uncomfortable. The doctor only smiled as she prepped Y/N with the ultrasound. His mom only watched, obviously surprised at how he changed. "I'm fine," she answered just as the cold object touched her stomach. 

Black and white images can be seen on the screen as they slowly formed an image of a baby. Yuta was bewildered, there was really a person inside her. "This is the head," the doctor then pointed at the white circle on the screen. "There are two legs, two arms. The baby is healthy." Y/N smiled. A pretty smile that made him repeat the same expression as his. Is she always this happy, this pretty, with every check-up? He should have come with her earlier. 

"And the baby is a boy." The smile on her face grew wider. 

A boy. They're having a baby boy. The baby needed him more now. His girlfriend needed him the most. "Hi baby boy," he greeted, staring at her stomach. "Please be good to your mommy." Y/N smiled the same way as she did when seeing the child in her stomach. 

A smile Yuta promised he would protect. 

—--------

“What are we doing here?” Y/N asked looking at the huge gates of her parent’s house. This is his first step in being responsible for her and their child. He needed to talk to her parents. “Yuta, don’t please.” 

But Yuta only held her shaking hand, tight. “We’ll just see them. I know you miss them.” But she only gave him a worried stare as he pushed the doorbell of their house. 

The shakiness of her hand can be felt and Yuta hated himself for doing this to her. She shouldn't be afraid of facing her family, they’re the only ones left for her, yet here she is almost hiding behind him when the maid opened the gate. “Ms. Y/N.” she greeted then opened the gate wide for them. “Jisung will be happy to see you.” 

“Is he home?” The maid nodded then gushed at her growing stomach making Yuta smile. “Are they home?” The older woman looked at both Yuta and Y/N before nodding. She guided them inside but Y/N just held Yuta’s hand, “Yuta, I think this is a bad idea.” 

This was the first time Yuta had come to their house. The rumors are true. His girlfriend is rich. It must be the reason why her parents want her out when she got pregnant. “Noona!” Jisung called running from the stairs down to their living room and quickly hugging his older sister. Quickly, he removed his arms around her as he glanced at her stomach. “Am I crushing the baby when I hug you?”  

Y/N shook her head before opening her arms wide for him. Yuta noticed how her eyes shimmer while hugging her brother, the wide smile appearing on her lips. She might have missed her only brother. It was still a good idea to bring her here. “Mom!” Jisung called seeing the older woman on top of the stairs, “Noona is here.” 

She looked so different from Y/N. A typical classy woman and Yuta can’t help but shudder while watching her walk down the stairs. “Why are you here? I asked you to leave.” Her voice sounded so stern, without any sign of motherly care. “Are you here for money?” 

“No, we’re not.” Yuta started then introduced himself politely. “I’m here to ask permission if I can…”

“Ask permission?” He flinched at her rising voice. “She’s not our daughter anymore.” Jisung had to call ‘mom’ as if frustrated with what is happening, “Just leave, the two of you.” Maybe going back is indeed a bad idea. 

To his surprise, Y/N kneeled down in front of her mom. "Mom, I'm sorry I failed you as a daughter. I'm sorry I never became the person you wanted me to be. You have high dreams for me but those are your dreams and not mine." She said in a soft voice, "I don't want to be a doctor like dad. I want to teach children." 

"And I'll stand by my decision to keep this baby," she announced before touching her bulging stomach. "I might fail you as a daughter but I won't fail as a mother." The way she said those words tugged Yuta's heart. She really loves their child. 

Yuta kneeled beside her. "I promise you that I will take care of Y/N and our child." He exclaimed before staring at the older woman towering over the two of them. “But please let our child have his uncle…” he lightly glanced at Jisung then back at her mom. “And his grandparents.”

“Leave!” The older woman shouted, “I won’t allow that child anywhere near me, my husband, or even Jisung.” 

“Mom!” Jisung called but his sister already stood up and breathed heavily, “Noona.” 

She smiled timidly, “Yuta, let’s go.” He stood up then bowed at the older woman before leaving the huge house. Her steps were huge as if wanting to leave quickly, her back showing that she was taking heavy breaths. 

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have…”

“Can we go to the hospital now?” Yuta stared at her in confusion before running next to her. She was holding her stomach, blowing heavy breaths that surprised him. “I think I’m giving birth.” 

Her hand was shaking, her face showing pain as her forehead filled with sweat. He kept on asking what she was feeling in the cab but she wouldn’t say anything and just kept on breathing heavily. Once in the hospital, he rushed to get Y/N some medical assistance but she refused to be inside the room with him. “Will you be alright though?” he asked and she nodded, even if he feels nervous at her decision. “I’ll be waiting here for you if you need anything.” 

It was long agonizing minutes without knowing what is happening inside. His mom came after her shift from work and scolded him for not staying inside with her. Jisung came in a hurry after his call, sweating while asking how his sister is. Yuta doesn’t know. He didn’t know anything. All he can do is wait. Like them. 

The delivery is normal and successful. When a baby's cry can be heard from inside the delivery room, Yuta breathed hard in relief. She did it. She’s a mother now. They’re parents now. He’s a father now. But he hoped that he was inside with her and checking her. So while his mom and her brother gush at the baby, he made sure to approach her first. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m fine. Is he complete?” 

Yuta nodded, “He looks like you.” He brushed the strand of hair sticking on her sweaty forehead before kissing the top of her head. “You did well.” She gave a timid smile, “Now, let me take care of you and our son.” 

—-----

Having a son at a young age is life-changing. Although Yuta had to still go to school in the morning, he makes sure that he goes home early to spend time with his son. He had always thought of dropping out like what Y/N did but he wanted to finish the degree and find a decent job, not the part-time jobs he would have, to provide for his family. 

While he tried his best to survive college, Y/N is pretty much left at home and taking care of their baby. Jisung would always visit his sister and Jaemin would make sure to check on her from time to time as per Yuta’s request. 

He never missed special milestones: when he first turned around, when he crawled. Yuta would always buy him things whenever he had extra money from his part-time jobs. And even if he’s tired from all the things he would be doing: studying, soccer, and working, he would make sure to spend his night playing with his son. He would read him books or sing him to sleep as he let Y/N rest on her own. 

One time, while he’s in class, he received a call from Y/N. It was unusual. She knew his schedule so she never calls whenever he was in class. Discreetly, he picked up and was startled at her excited tone. “Jun said ‘dada’.”

“What?” he asked quietly. 

There was a shift in background noise before he heard an excited “dada”. Their son called for him, “Dada!” he repeated, making Yuta choke on a sob. “Dada!” 

“Yes, love, dada is here.” 

“Dada!” 

“Mr. Nakamoto,” the professor called and Yuta turned to him, startled that everyone is looking at him. “Do you mind sharing to us the phone call?” 

Yuta grinned then stood up, “Sorry but my son is calling for me.” he claimed then immediately fixed his things inside his bag, slinging it on his shoulder and walking away from class. He needed to go home early and celebrate this important milestone with his family. 

—------

The baby was almost a year old when he brought them out to shop and bumped into the same cheerleader he once had an affair with. Her look at him was still the same, even lightly flirting and saying that he had broken up with her boyfriend, in front of Y/N and their son. “I haven’t introduced to you my girlfriend and our son,” he answered that made the other girl’s jaw fall to the ground. “You were a mistake. I won’t do it again.” He wrapped his arms around Y/N before walking away from the still surprised girl. 

“Sorry,” Yuta whispered once they were alone. “I’m sorry, I made the mistake of having an affair with her and I’ll always regret that. I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

She smiled then shook her head, “I already forgave you for that.” 

Yuta realized how kindhearted she is. During the first few months that they were dating, he already noticed how soft-spoken she is even if she came from an affluent family. While watching her be pregnant with their son, he saw how compassionate she is. And now that they have their little angel, Yuta can’t help but fall deeply for her. How is he so stupid to cheat on her? How is he so lucky to be given a second chance by her? 

He knew she is the person he want to protect with all his life. The person he wants to be with all his life. But it’s too early. He wanted her to achieve her dreams first before keeping her by her side. 

After the baby reached the second year, Y/N suggested that she should work to lessen his stress in providing for them but he refused. Their child needs her for now. “It’s fine,” Yuta would always say, “I’ll save a lot. After I graduate and find a decent job, you can go back to university and earn your teaching degree.” 

And that is his motivation to keep on going. 

—-------

Yuta laughed as he watched the three-year-old Jun jump on the puddle, wearing his boots and raincoat. “Jun, mommy is going to be mad if you get wet.” But the younger boy just shouted ‘puddle’ before jumping to another one. He had a day off from work and decided to surprise his girlfriend by picking her up at university. 

The two were walking in the rain to Y/N’s school. The younger pointing at the colorful flowers and mentioned the colors in his three-year-old voice. Yuta would just laugh while correcting him then pointing at another flower and asking about its color. 

When the students started coming out of the gates, Jun was quick to shout ‘mommy’ that made Y/N smile widely while running to him. She quickly hugged the boy even if it meant getting wet from the rain. “What are you doing here?” she asked then smiled at Yuta who placed the umbrella above her head. Jun said ‘surprise’ that made her giggle, “Is it your day off?” 

Yuta nodded. “The weather is so bad that the on-site visitation is canceled.” He took her backpack and wore it on his shoulder, pulling her closer to put the two of them under the umbrella. “You didn’t bring an umbrella?” She shook her head, carrying Jun in her arms. “Lucky we picked you up or you might get sick.” But she only smiled, “How was class?” 

“It’s tiring!” she complained that made him giggle. She started sharing things about what happened in her class but Yuta’s mind was drifting to something else: her voice, her smiles, the way she giggles. He wanted to protect her. The mother of his child. He wanted every day to be like this. For the rest of his life.  

“Y/N, I love you.” 

She smiled, looking so confused. “Did you do something wrong?” 

Yuta shook his head, “I just wanted to tell those words to you. I feel like I haven’t said it to you.” 

A giggle escaped her lips, “You did.” She claimed, “Well, not the words. But when I was in the clinic and you asked if they can save me and the baby, I realized that you love me and Jun.” The younger boy giggled. “When you came back, even if you have the choice to just leave me. And when you kept on apologizing for it.” she continued. 

“Providing for me and Jun, that’s love Yuta. And I love you, too.”  

“Sorry if I haven’t asked you for marriage yet. I haven’t saved enough yet.” He confessed, rubbing the back of his head. “But I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life.”    

Y/N leaned her head on Yuta’s shoulder, “I would like that too.” 

—------

The graduation march resonated through the whole auditorium, with students wearing their black robes in line as they waited for their diplomas to be handed to them. When Y/N was called, Jun shouted ‘mommy’ which made Yuta laugh. She waved at the younger boy seated on his father’s shoulder, waving the diploma she received. 

Yuta smiled. Her smile is back. The lovely smile which made him fall for her. The smile she had when she saw Jun in the ultrasound. The smile she had the first time their son called her ‘mama’. 

And he’s more than proud of her. The dreams that were on hold when she had Jun were finally coming true. 

“Mommy!” The five-year-old kid called, running to his mom who just finished taking pictures with her friends. He handed the bouquet of flowers to her, saying that they got it for her. “You are so pretty.” 

Y/N giggled, crouched down to be on eye level with the child. “You saw me earlier,” she claimed before handing the younger boy his diploma. “This is for you. Mommy will work hard and give you everything you need and want, Jun.”

“You’re everything I need and want, mommy.” He said that made her eyes shimmer in tears. “You and daddy.” 

Y/N wrapped her arms around the younger’s body. One hand resting on his back, the other on the back of his head. “And you’re the best thing that happened in my life, Jun.” 

“Are you crying?” 

“I’m not.” And Yuta chuckled while watching her hastily wipe the tears welling in her eyes. He helped her stand up when Jisung called her attention and quickly hugged her. “What are you doing here?” She asked in surprise. 

“Hyung called me,” he answered and they both stared at Yuta. “Congratulations, noona!” She thanked him but the tears that she was holding on to fell when Jisung handed her a box. “Dad wants to give this to you.” Yuta only knew that it was a necklace but because of her reaction, it might be a special necklace for her. The younger hugged the crying girl and whispered things to her that only made her cry some more.

Should he do something? But it was hers and Jisung’s moment. He doesn't want to meddle with them. Yet it was Jun who immediately held his mom’s dress, asking her why she was crying. Jisung apologized and Y/N only smiled, wiping her tears. “I’ll treat you to ice cream outside.” Her younger brother claimed and held Jun’s hand, walking away from the two. 

“Are you alright?” Yuta asked, getting the bouquet from her and handing her a handkerchief. She nodded but he opened his arms wide and she immediately ran to his arms. "You did well," he whispered. 

"Dad wanted to come but mom was so embarrassed so they didn't go," Y/N whispered, startling him. "And Jisung said they wanted to meet Jun." Yuta gasped. They did? After not caring for her and their grandchild? But they are still her parents and even if it's been years since she last talked to them, Yuta knew how much she cared about them.

Every time Jisung would visit their small apartment, he would share things about their parents and she would always be worried about them at night. Even if she's the mother of his child, she's still their daughter first. "Let's visit them tomorrow." Y/N nodded while Yuta rubbed her back to calm her down. 

"Thank you, Yuta." she whispered, "For letting me go back to school and supporting me with what I wanted to do." 

"I promised you that I'll be better for you and Jun," he said with a smile then cupped her cheeks. "Thank you for not giving up on me even if I made a huge mistake…" She hushed him up while claiming that it was already in the past. "And since you already wore your academic gown," he started before glancing around. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jisung and Jun coming back with ice creams on hand. "I think it's time for you to wear your wedding gown." 

Yuta took something from his pocket before kneeling in front of Y/N. "This is years late but I want to spend the rest of my years with you." The tears welling in her eyes were back as she covered her mouth in surprise. "Y/N, I'm not perfect. But I will protect you, your smile, and your dreams as long as I live. Just be mine."  

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

Her response was immediate, nodding while shouting yes. His heart pounded so loud in his chest as he saw the crowd looking at them, Jisung looking surprised and Jun wide-eyed at what is happening. She cried once again in his arms, lightly slapping him for making this surprise and making her cry after she already calmed down. 

“Family cuddles!” Jun shouted, reaching out for the two of them. The crowd, and Jisung, clapped at the scenario.

And as his son and soon-to-be-wife were wrapped in his arms, Yuta realized that it is a mistake to get his girlfriend pregnant early. A mistake accusing her of cheating when she’s the most soft-spoken person he met in his entire life. A mistake cheating on her when she only cared about him. It is a mistake not to ask her for marriage early on.  

But the biggest mistake he ever committed is thinking that he will live without the two of them. 

A mistake he knew will never happen in the future. 

Because of all the wrong things that happened in his life, it was Y/N and Jun who would always remain right. 

[phoenixyfriend]

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

Okay so since nobody’s suggested a fic under these terms, I ended up expanding on this post on discord and things snowballed. We kept to the basics of the entire plot revolving around Rey really hating her grandad and leveraging her blood relation to not be unalived about it.

With contributions by @atagotiak​, @dracothulhu​, @thepallaspalace​, and several others. The title comes from @gelpenss​.

The basic thing I absolutely need is this: Rey gets thrown back to the middle of the clone wars, and the subsequent plot leans in really heavily on her being, genetically-via-clone-dad, the daughter of the guy running the entire galaxy.

Nobody knows what to do with her.

The timing is mid-TCW for the past (because I want Ahsoka there) and vaguely between Episodes 8 and 9 because I... never watched E9 and don’t want to worry about the timeline. The only things that matter is that Luke is dead (he can die as he did in canon) and that Rey knows she’s Palp’s granddaughter (not the way she does in canon).

We'll say Luke found out from Anakin's panicked force-ghost and just went "well, fuck, okay, I should tell her this before she ends up in a situation like mine and finds out mid-battle or something."

Luke, prior to time-travel: Okay, so, now that I'm dead I know some things I didn't before. Like who your parents were. In the interest of full disclosure because I was in a very similar situation and I don't want you learning the way I did, I'm just going to come right out and say that your father was a clone was Sheev Palpatine. Rey: ... Luke: Are you okay? Rey: I don't know who that is.

(She grew up on Jakku, the history education was a little subpar.)

Setting The Scene

Imagine Rey showing up during or immediately before the clone wars. There’s this phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater who tells you that if you ran a paternity test, it would probably pop up the Chancellor. She may or may not bring up cloning. She accuses said Chancellor of being a Sith Lord.

Your other phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater, who may not be a teenager anymore but only barely, is very offended by this because Palpatine’s a Very Nice Old Grandfather Figure, but also he’s a little full of side-eye because if the blood test comes back as proof, then Palpatine had a kid and didn’t even know about them, or lied to Anakin, and that’s! Bad! Family’s important!!!

Palpatine hears about this daughter he apparently? Has? And is very confused because the timing doesn’t match up with ANYTHING he was doing, so the kid isn’t natural, and he says as much. (There is an explanation! It’s not a correct explanation, but he does come up with one.)

Finn and Poe and BB-8 all get dragged along because why not have the gang there? Nobody that’s already born, because [handwave] conservation of souls or something, IDK, point is the only person dragged along that’s even remotely close to already existing is Luke’s Force Ghost, who mostly hangs around begging Rey to be less impulsive. Finn is good because he is a nice polite boy, but for actual useful information they need Poe. The unfortunate situation is that the three do not land together. They land at the same time, in completely different corners of the galaxy. This means that nobody is there to curb Rey being her most impulsive self.

Time travel Rey knows two things. Luke’s dad ends up evil. Palpatine has always been evil.

She can solve one of these problems by killing the other, yes?

Rey: Ready to Rumble

See, the initial idea was this: Rey tried to break into the senate to kill Palpatine, got arrested, and then used the "he's biologically my father" card to get out of jail free. (Force Ghost Luke follows her like “please take five seconds to think this through.”)

But.

But.

It would be very, very, very funny if The Force just dumps her in a flash of light in the senate building and she just attacks Gramps on sight. Just a shouted "YOU!" and no-hesitation attempted murder.

Palpatine has no idea what's going on.

Rey took maybe two seconds to get identity confirmation and then started swinging.

[Image Description: An individual in a green metal helmet with an eye slit, holding a pistol. In the upper left, upper right, and lower middle are the phrases “I do not know who I am...” “I don’t know why I’m here” and “All I know is that I must kill.” End description.]

Of course, she gets arrested. There are Master Jedi in the Senate. There are Clone Troopers. Palpatine isn’t the weak old man he pretends to be. Of course she’s stopped.

But she isn’t executed in time for Palpatine to stop her from ruining his entire reputation.

Immediately after Rey fails to kill her Shitty Granddad, Luke's ghost shows up and begs her to not talk about the Sith thing because it will completely undermine everything she's trying to do. Pass off the attempted murder as something else!

Rey, panicking: "that fucker left me on a desert planet for 10 years!" "You owe me 19 years of child support you son of a Hutt!"

The Jedi have to do the investigation, because the girl showed up with a laser sword, and the conversation is, uh... interesting. (“Where did you get that lightsaber?” “I got it from a mysterious old pirate lady I never met before. I don't know, I was being shown around by a smuggler and a Wookie.”)

Interviewer: Why did you try to assassinate the Chancellor? Luke: Say it wasn't assassination. Rey: It wasn't assassination. Int: You weren't trying to kill him? Luke: Assassination has to be politically motivated. Rey: This was, um... not political. Assassination is political, right? Int: You mean this was personally motivated? Rey: Yes. Int: I see. What personal motivation? Luke: Jakku! Rey: He's my grandfather. Int: ... Rey: Possibly father. Nobody was very clear on that. Int: ... Luke: Tell them to run a paternity test. Rey: Oh hey, a blood test would tell us which, right? Int: ............ Rey: I spent ten years as an orphaned scrapdealer on Jakku. He's my father. I'm kind of a little angry. Int: ........... Luke: Good job, kid. You bought yourself some time. Int: I'm going to get a medic to see about that parternity test.

Obviously, it comes back positive. Congratulations, Sheev, you’re the father.

Rey comes with a ready-made built-in excuse for hating Palpatine that nobody can question or fault her for!

Rey, pouring Truth into the Force: I didn't even know I was related to the Chancellor until a few months ago, but it's his fault I grew up the way I did, and he should take some responsibility!

The entire thing is mostly kept hush hush but someone leaks it to the press and Palpatine's ratings tank.

"Chancellor, I think we'll need to waive family visitation until she wants you a little less dead." "I would like to find out why she wants me dead, and indeed, where she came from." "...sir, for your own safety--"

Who would win? A master plan years in the making spanning decades of manipulating and work? or One (1) paternity test

"Okay, so, Rey Palpat--" "Ew, no, I don't want his name." "You--okay. Sure, we can understand that. Is there a name you would prefer to put on the paperwork?" Rey, who would have gone by Skywalker in honor of Luke but can't do that when Anakin is right there and all: "Can I think about it?"

Rey: I don't know what I want my last name to be but I know I don't want his, and most of the people I’d want a name from have famous families like you... Luke's ghost, pointing out the Literal Nobody that she cares about a lot: How about Solo? Rey: ...Solo, then.

(A few months later she runs into Poe again and he offers for Finn and Rey to both take his name because honestly they need SOMETHING but at that point she’s already decided on Smuggler Dad.)

Backtrack a bit. We’ve got a bigger cast.

They all arrive separately. Poe, for one, does better than Rey, who is aiming for a murder, but not quite as well as Finn, who is currently being adopted and hidden like a secret cat by a bunch of Alpha Clones on Kamino. He vibes with the names-or-numbers thing. He doesn’t necessarily tell them where and when he’s from, but he’s very sweet and a great liar and they adopt him wholesale anyway.

The Finn situation is just... "Buir Ti, we need you to hide this man, we've decided he's our little brother but if Nala Se finds out she'll make him leave."

Of course, this leads into Shaak Ti teaching Finn how to Jedi.

Maybe consider Finn needing to almost be tricked into learning Jedi things because he willfully forgets it could apply to him. Finn does not like to think of himself as special, which is super valid, but frustrating for Shaak Ti when it comes to, you know, getting him to acquire knowledge. Finn's training at some point is "here, levitate objects with the Force to entertain the tubies." It’s a lot easier to convince him to practice when it involves the babies.

(Everyone on Kamino looked at Finn and went “oh I love him I’m keeping him and teaching him things.”)

(He’s just very lovable.)

Poe, meanwhile, buys the trust of Anakin Skywalker via R2D2 declaring BB-8 the absolute most baby of droids. R2D2 met BB-8 three hours ago but.

"Hey Obi-Wan this is Poe I met him like five days ago but R2D2 says he checks out because his droid is a baby." "That's nice, Anakin, did you know the Chancellor has a daughter who tried to assassinate him in broad daylight yesterday? Because guess who had to stop the Chancellor from getting assassinated by his daughter in broad daylight yesterday."

A summary so far:

Finn, on Kamino: Hey, um, I don't know where this is, but it's not where I was a few minutes ago. Do you think you could get me a comm? What's your name? Poe, on [dice roll] Denon: Oh, hey, you're General Skywalker? Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry about my droid, she's a little excitable and thought your R2 unit looked like a friend of hers-- Rey, on Coruscant: DIE, GRANDFATHER

Finn: [Peacefully vibing on Kamino, unaware of the chaos and bonding with the clones] Poe: [Trying to explain how he knows someone who tried to kill the chancellor and defend Rey] Rey: [Arrested for trying to kill the chancellor]

Just... just...

Anakin: Some guy ended up lost on base yesterday with his droid, how’s your day going? Obi-Wan: I had to stop someone who claims to be the chancellors daughter from murdering the chancellor after she seemingly blinked into existence in the Senate building. Poe: 😐

(Poe: Oh, so that's where Chaos^2 went.)

Poe: In her defense, she is his... well we don't know if she's his daughter or granddaughter, but she's definitely related to him, and she definitely grew up in a shitty situation that was his fault, so...

(Poe is trying very hard to explain this and not get arrested on the military base.)

As you’ve probably guessed, what's especially funny about all of this for me is the fact that Palpatine is fully aware that this girl shouldn't exist, but can't find a single piece of evidence about where she came from. He didn't start any experiments that could result in a female child, and he didn't have sex in that period of time, so where the hell--

Rey spends so much time in jail... BUT they do eventually assign her a Jedi Master. Possibly before she actually proves her evil grandfather is in fact evil. Most votes went to either Plo Koon or Obi-Wan. Plo, because he’s dad-shaped, and Obi...

"Obi-Wan, you already raised one feral desert child with implausible amounts of power, you handle this." Rey in return is very "Sweet, you vaguely remind me of Master Luke," and nobody knows who the hell she's talking about. Obi-Wan is NOT on board with this plan, she'd really be better off with Plo or like........ Mace.

Reunion Tour

What I need out of this is the eventual Finn and Rey reunion scene that is just excited screaming while someone in the background explains to Shaak Ti that yes this is apparently Palpatine's terrifyingly force-sensitive daughter who hates him.

(Finn senses Rey’s approach and just. Gathers the everyone to wait. He’s just :D REY MY FRIEND REY GUYS MY FRIEND REY IS COMING.)

Anakin shows up with Poe--just a guy who signed on to the military, no big deal--and then Poe and Rey are EXCITED and everyone's just like "Cool, how do you know this literal terrorist child?" And Poe has to scramble and "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh she saved my droid from a scrapheap once and BB-8 is basically my child so I owe her one."

Rey knows that Anakin ends up evil so she’s maybe not actively hostile but definitely very “I’m watching you.” That said, she vibes with him on a lot of things that he maybe doesn’t actively notice.

Rey picks up a snake, snaps off the head for venom avoidance, and starts biting off chunks. Obi-Wan's reaction: [undisguised horror] Anakin and Ahsoka: Ooh, where'd you find that? (Obi-Wan: And now I’m up to three feral children.)

What Does Palpatine Even Do?

OBVIOUSLY at a certain point, Palpatine is just phoning up every ally he has to figure out who broke protocol to synthesize a daughter for him.

So of course, Palpatine blame Plagueis.

She'd have been born five or so years before Naboo, just a few years younger than Anakin. It's such an EASY theory to build a conspiracy around. It is ENTIRELY WRONG, but it’s plausible! And anyone who might have been involved to say otherwise is probably dead!

A random bio-kid shows up you can’t possibly have contributed genes to? Maybe it’s the evil bio spark that did it.

Palpatine tries to placate her with the ‘my genes were stolen for an experiment and I didn’t know’ thing. It doesn’t work because her actual main complaint is he’s evil in her future but he tries.

It'd be a struggle to even get access to her, because of the aforementioned “maybe don’t try to talk to the daughter(?) that hates you” thing, but you know who Palpatine does have access to? The Chosen One.

Rey kind of decides on her favorites early on (she gravitates to Dad Energy and Sad Old Men so Plo and Obi-Wan are on her list, and that means decent time around Anakin and Ahsoka). It's really easy to talk Anakin into helping to some degree because "he'd like to connect to a daughter he never knew" and "a child of her power on a planet like that, you'd know her struggle, my dear boy" and so on. Anakin tries to connect! He tries to play up Sheev’s kind political work and how it can’t have really been his fault! It doesn’t work. Rey does not believe a word of it. Mostly she doesn’t even seem to hear him.

Rey's just like "...oh right, you're the melted mask that Kylo Ren was always ranting about," which means absolutely NOTHING to Anakin, but he mentions it to Palps, who loses his goddamn mind trying to figure out what she's talking about, because it also means absolutely nothing to him.

Here’s the thing: Rey’s already decided that Obi-Wan is cool, because Luke said so, and Plo Koon is dad-shaped, and she also gravitates towards earnest kindness in general, like she made friends with Finn real quick, so Ahsoka? Already getting along great.

She doesn’t dislike Anakin, really, he isn’t evil yet, he’s just... meh. She’s a little suspicious and she likes him less than the others but... Anakin.

Rey, to Anakin: You are my least favorite. Anakin, to Palpatine: YOUR DAUGHTER HATES ME???

And he goes from “she’s a lil standoffish” to “she doesn’t like me” to “she hates me” as is normal for Anakin.

It’s just an escalation of this one time Palpatine wants Anakin to not have rifts and trust issues with a person, at least not until later, because he needs information.

Meanwhile, that very moment, Rey is just like "huh, nobody here is listening to me about how make a sixth-hand carburetor work, where's Luke's dad?"

Anakin is venting to Palpatine about how hard it is to talk to Rey, and she's over in the Temple just like "Hey, that guy was useful last time, I should ask him," but also she only ever thinks of him as Luke's Dad.

(At one point, Obi-Wan is having a bit of a break down, and then Anakin starts having a breakdown about that, meanwhile the clones are (badly) trying to hide Finn behind their backs, Rey is watching Ahsoka practice and being like "I want two lightsabers," and Poe is trying to keep R2 from stealing BB-8 and Force Ghost Luke is just face palming in the background.)

(Rey deserved a saber staff, maybe one that can detach and turn into a jar’kai set. Possibly a pike. Mostly I just wish she got more chances to whack things with a big stick.)

[kiridarling]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

[13tinysocks]

Something about there not being enough "Killer Y/N" in creepypasta fanfictions annoys me. Like it's almost always Y/N being the one to take care of the Creepypasta. And normally, I don't have issues with that, I love those wholesome types of relationships despite it being with murderers. It's a nice contrast. But the problem is that it's usually so unbalanced, like Y/N is doing all of the work meanwhile the Creepypasta treats them like shit. Going through so much angst drama that makes me roll my eyes instead of being invested in the story. Not to mention that Y/N can be written to be so annoying. Like wtf is up with that? I want to read a fanfic where Y/N is a killer that looks intimidating (and can kill you) but is also a softie. And where the Proxy/Creepypasta is the human who looks normal but is absolutely feral and capable of worse.

I just like the idea of Y/N being this super scary killer, and then standing behind Toby , shyly asking the waiter for no pickles.

Toby, a human who you can probably snap like a twig: Uhm EXCUSE ME, they asked for no pickles >:(= Y/N, a proxy who is capable of gory murderous actions, but is hiding behind Toby: 🥰

I hope all of this makes sense, this is just a thought that's been annoying me >:/

Personally I can't stand shy characters in any sort of media. When people write cpp x readers, typically younger writers but I've seen ppl older than me do this as well- they tend to shove all the bad stereotypes on shyness onto yn then crank em to 11. Where are the yn's that eat people? Where are the Hannibal kinnie batshit bonkers yn's? WHERE ARE THE JENNIFER CHECK KINNIE YN'S? PLEASE.

I know why this happens. It's people thinking shy = submissive and many ppl in this fandom are into that sorta thing but they tend to get a little carried away. You can be either of those things without being a cardboard character. You can be shy and still cap people. You can be shy and still strong as shit and fully capable of fending off that smelly fuck who keeps climbing in your window.

On the flip side, people who try to write a "badass" yn typically end up writing yn exactly how men write women in b-movies. Like the hot girl who hangs with guys and fixes car and has two brothers but has no visible muscle or actual grit type beat. It tends to be frustratingly shallow. I want yn's who commit acts of senseless violence because it makes them feel better about themselves because they're terrible people❤️ Just love me a yn who goes through evil character development completely. They don't just kill because Slenderman wants them to but because they need to in order to keep themselves propped up psychologically.

Also? We just need more mean grouchy fuck yn's. I want a bitch in stained clothes to call someone dumb cunt then kill em. (Can u tell I fucking love insane women?)

Now I get taking a more "realistic" approach to a yn. It's what we did with thio yn, normal and on the reserved side. But she also fights back, feels and expressed her anger, and comes out of her shell. Serial killers are scary people to be around. I get writing them as scared. Personally I enjoy writing a more fearful dynamic but this is because I like to use that further down the line in my yn's arc- to exemplify their masochism. I think it's an interesting concept to explore- how a normal person would get with someone so evil.

And can we as a fandom stop writing the weird shit where the pasta is abusive in every single way to yn and they're just like cool with it. I could literally list all the fics I see do this it makes me crazy. Where is the nuance bestie? Toxic relationships can be an interesting thing to write but hey guys maybe not uhhhhhh rape? Then yn's like omg 😳 so dominant omg I'll learn 2 love him. Bitch I'm gonna get you.

[sugamamacustard]

Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much! 

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it. 

➵ Anyway, moving on. 

➵    Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe. 

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral. 

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips. 

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck. 

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing. 

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance 

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex. 

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot. 

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly. 

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya. 

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs. 

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

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The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts. 

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel. 

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts. 

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel. 

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss.  Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out. 

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed. 

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on. 

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it. 

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue. 

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom. 

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him. 

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone. 

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance. 

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole. 

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better. 

➵He just gets worse.  

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something. 

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry. 

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

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“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.” 

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan. 

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-”  You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth. 

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well. 

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace. 

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!” 

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.  

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.” 

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince. 

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar. 

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though. 

➵Only for you though. 

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know... 

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent) 

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it. 

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys, 

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys. 

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Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch.  Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull. 

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.   

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you. 

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. “ 

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point). 

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.  

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”