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hi i need a ada dazai x reader x beast dazai smut please ;-; or otherwise with the same idea except that it's Chuuya x reader x beast Chuuya smut I'm eager to read and I love what you write I would be happy if you can write it 🙏

I have a feeling both Beast Dazai and Port Mafia Dazai might be similar in some senses here is the link to what I wrote of dazai X Reader X Port Mafia Dazai. I will mostly be writing this in headcanon form and not a storyline. ( cause too many ideas that way and I am already too late in answering this request sorry😭😭 )

I just loved these requests I did not know why I did not do them before !!!🥳😅

Dazai X Reader X Beast Dazai :

Both looked the same at the same time not the same, the time travel machine which brought both you and your ADA detective lover “Weird never knew there would be a day I would see someone like me with a lover “ Beast Dazai scoffed scanning you from head to toe.

It was going to take some time for your friends in the other universe to fix the machine and take you two back but that did not matter here. The Dazai were fixated on making sure they stayed at the port mafia headquarters.

Your lover broke down a little when he first saw his dear friend Oda point a gun at him thinking he was beast Dazai but after escaping from him you were busy comforting your lover by riding him.

“Osamu~” you moaned hands on his shoulder while he buried his face in the little space on your neck not looking at you and it had been like this for a while “Please look at me “ you would beg.

Legs giving out and pleasure fading due to your slow moments “Hurry y/n” Dazai said not lifting his face. You thought he was crying but he was feeling a lot more inside “Please I feel scared look at me “ you said and this time losing all patience you grabbed his hair with a harsh tug pulling his face from your neck where red bruises adored your skin.

Wet eyes, heart-shattering look, mouth quivering and biting his bottom lip Dazai looked at you, your heart squeened very painfully. All thoughts about your pleasure flew out of the window you wanted him to feel safe and loved not like this.

You have never seen him like this, but now that you have seen him like this you don't like it “Please… he did not know, Oda would never do that you know right ?” you said rubbing your soft hands on his checks as he nuzzled his face “ mhh… I do ….he hated me y/n “ his voice quivered and shook.

That's it you bounced a harsh one making him hiss and look at you confused “You only see me now, only me “ you said pushing him onto the big black bed and started moving again. Your legs hurt but you did not brother.

Seeing your determination just made the man choke up more but holding your hips he helped “Harder love “ he mumbled as you both were near the end, the room door opened with a bang “What the hell happened I hea–” Beast Dazai paused capturing the scene in front of him.

Dazai quickly got up making you lose your balance but his hand held you in place “You…” he said while you scrabbed and hugged your lover tight “Now now …you sad huh ?” Beast Dazai asked seeing the looking at his other self.

He knew the feeling, he knew it better than anyone and he would also like to forget it, closing the door he removed his coat “I am sad too..” he pouted in faux affinity. You looked at your lover worried about this new development, it has been 4 days since you both came here and now what is this ?!

Your lover said nothing and moved inside letting his other self climb up behind you naked and rubbing his dick on your soft ass” mhh” you whimpered feeling your lover thrust in while the other clutched your breasts and twisted your nipples.

Beats Dazai groaned in an animalistic way making you shiver but soon you found yourself mouth stuffed with your lover and the other self pounding into you at a rough pace.

Your neck hurt and your back arched in the most breathtaking orgasms that they pulled out of you taking trunks to pound your pussy. It was not very different but Beast Dazai had a certain roughness your lover did not possess ( or so you thought ) and that had you feeling very different.

After hours of helping both of them feel had you pass out in the middle to wake up to both of them on either side of your bed.

In the next 3 days, your friends fixed the machine and you were back to your universe, but sometimes you would think about that night asking your lover to get rougher with you.

“You can .. it won't hurt, “ you said shyly while Dazai contemplated your new requests, “ finally I can be…no I can easily hurt her it is not good, “ your lover thought and shook his head “Bella it is easy for me to hurt you and I won't like it “ his voice filled with concern and love.

But driven by lust and hunger you shouted “Then do it ! For heaven's sake what am I a little kid huh !” you shouted pushing your hair behind annoyed. But before you could open your eyes you were flipped and on your stomach hands held tight on your back and Dazai dangerously close to your ear “Then don't complain later “The soft and sweet warmth was gone, and the cold brutal tone made you shiver with anticipation “ yes sir “

“That's a good girl “ Dazai smirked at the new awakening of you which just turned out to be more advantageous for him.

Chuuya X Reader X Beast chuuya :

There won't be many differences between both of them in the style of fucking, both are rough but sweet.

But one thing is for sure if you are dating anyone of them they would be more focused on making sure they did better than the other.

His dick hitting parts that you had no idea but now painfully going near your cervix you shouted for him to slow down. But a hand held your neck and pulled you up “Who is better ?” Beast chuuya asked in a sexy voice which almost made you feel like you could cum on his voice alone “Feels good …..good” you mumbled.

Mind all hazy while the other chuuya using your ass smacked it and kissed you glaring at the Beeast chuuya, it felt so good.

You did not like the idea of getting shared but here it's chuuya and chuuya and you feel good so it does not matter.

Unable to breathe due to the intense kiss you squirmed gaining a smack on your clit “Stay still slut “ Chuuya mumbled while Beast chuuya chuckled “Oh yeah, think you are better than me ?” he challenged.

This made the other redhead thrust harder and faster, your whole body shook and jerked with the intense force. Ass and clit red and puff a little painful from the hard thrusts into your ass and cunt while each focused on ripping out as many orgasms as they can give you as your milked their dicks dry “Harder.~~” you mumbled.

Chest and neck filled with red and purple bites “Pretty “ Beast chuuya said running his hands over your chest and pulling your nipples with a harsh tung getting a whimper “Good doll “

Both of them chuckled seeing your fucked out face and state of mind where nothing other than a dick was all you wanted “Yes doll “ both said at the same time, surprising each other but soon smiled “I think we can find out with the number of marks tomorrow as to who is better “chuuya said.

“Challenged accepted “ Beast chuuya said smirking, leather-gloved hands held your neck “Heard it doll, you better tell us “

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samodivaa · 7 months

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Winter Soldier x Asset!Reader Warnings - violence, blood kink, smut, but soft? lmao Words - 1800

You are a silhouette to his blurry vision, the faint light from the lights on the cell painting lines of fire on your hair as you struggle on the floor. A shiver of pleasure runs down his spine from your beauty. His heart pounds in his chest, and he can feel blood rushing to his groin. Wetting his lips, he circles you like a hawk. "Come on" he commands, in a heavily accented voice "Stand up" he growls, cracking his knuckles and staring pointedly at your knife on the floor. “Fuck you” you say after a few swallows. “You have no finesse when you don’t control your anger” you glance down and see that a glove of blood covers your lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm is throbbing, stiff, and painful “No technique”

He dares mock you—he is fully aware that you are trained to this cruelty, the scars of hatred and anger shall be forever part of you—and a tragedy doesn’t need blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the tragedy of your fate at Hydra—

Soldat sees it. The catastrophe is you. He plays with it.

You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you, with no concern for your well being, but you slowly climb back to your feet—you respond to suffering and pain, bleed the same color—the only humanity left as a reminder of you actually were. Of course, there is sublime ecstasy born of terror—drops of blood glitter on his knuckles and face. You both need pain; need blood—but maybe there is something beyond that. With the blood dripping from your lips and arm, you look horrifyingly lovely and breathtakingly attractive to Soldat. He can smell something. Lust. He wants to taste it now. You are meant to paint each other. Be it with your art or your blood. And once you lock eyes, blue on brown, the fight needs to be fought—but the scent of lust is headier than blood.Those deep blue, calculating eyes. They make you nervous, but you’d be lying if you say the intimidation doesn’t turn you on.

You feel immensely powerful—like your whole self is contained in just your teeth; they're ready to bite, you are made of anger, gripped with tension. Not even decades of fighting could dispel the entrenched anxiety that torments you right now.

Soldat can feel himself tenses up all over, and though he tries to keep it subtle, he can tell that you notice. You are eager to engage, launching forwards and Soldat is confused by the sudden attack, fear creeping down on him, putting him in a disadvantage. He can’t block the hard kick to his stomach which brings him down to the ground, but he stands tall and firm, glaring back at you.

You are watching him intently. It's an unpleasant feeling, to be under your scrutiny. It makes his skin prickle and burn. He looks away, tensing his muscles against the shiver that ripples through them.

He suddenly launches at you, but you are too tired to move—for a second there's no pain, just numbness and weight in all limbs as your back hits the cold ground before your brain can register it, ringing in your ears follow. Agony drenches your body, in this disconnected from any control state. You don't scream, nor yell of fear or surprise, just a broken-sounding whine that escapes your teeth as your body falls back. „What now, Samodiva?“ he mocks, with the approximation of authority he can steal at this moment.

But his mind refuses to focus on sparring anymore: you are sprawled on the floor, soaked in blood, your chest rising with every breath you take. He is on top of you, pressing you against the cold ground beneath his rock-solid body, wet hair shadowing his face. You look up at him as he hovers above you, coiled and ready to strike. “You have no finesse when you are turned on” you say that to the beast in a man’s skin, a monster you know too well under the thick stains of blood and gore sheeting from his skin “No technique”

His wild blue eyes swing up to meet yours—something has snapped in him. He is too possessive, too hungry. Brutal, but somehow passionate—you will love to tame him...but you will adore him even if he turns out untamable.

“What now, Winter? Will you kill me? Or worse: kiss me?” As if a demon is beneath him, your curves cushioning him, your muscular body lush and partly feminine, your eyes flashing—and all he wants is to kiss you. His eyes are full of emotions—seemingly fragile and lovely, but these same eyes—can churn blood that can rake your soul, but no death would be sweeter than this. His lips spread in a thin smile—you both stay away from your essential natures, just the sight of your blood can make some Soldat orgasm. You spent a decade with those same eyes-scared, lost, lusty-staring back at you. You know what he wants. “Fuck me, just like last time” Remembering. Forgetting. You are not sure which is worse. You want to be able to breathe around him sometimes—to be able to love him by memory and choice. He inhales deeply at the base of your throat "So sweet and pure" He whispers, going to your earlobe. His tongue rolls around the skin, nibbling gently and you shiver, a mixture of fear and excitement flowing through you. Your lip is bleeding slightly and he licks the blood away. Salt, humanity—your blood has such a tenebrous taste.

Suddenly, your tongues are clashing, teeth nipping, breaths gasping as he runs his hands along your body, and you do the same along his, as you work together, clutching each other—all of the anger and frustration is pouring out in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. Soldat is your outlet, the only thing that helps you, and he gladly takes these punishing kisses before pulling away. His metal thumb slides up over your bottom lip, pressing into the corner of your mouth. You are about to respond when his thumb pushes past your lips to stroke your tongue with just enough pressure to make you moan. “You are the only thing I own" His throbbing, aching erection touches your clothed core. His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he is leaning back away from you. Your blood. Gushing out, it darkens your lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of his mind. "You're so goddamn obedient” he continues, his eyes are still lidded, voice sharp “So easy to control" your head is fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion—why is he talking so much? The monster inside him is finally silent—his deep blue eyes are all innocent and needy. Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Brainwashing hurts. This way of living hurts. Not being able to remember hurts. In this reality Soldat is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes you feel wonderful for a while. No, it is not love—but it is the closest you have ever been to it. You are actually in love, but you feel a sort of tender curiosity. You crave for his mouth, his voice, his hair.

Your hand goes rigid inside his own—you can tell that he is thinking with his disturbed soul when he moves his gaze to your connected hands, his mouth wrestling with the words and thoughts. He watches through a lust-drunk haze. He is oppressively hard, and he desperately wants to fuck you, but at the same time—he wants to embody this moment in his mind. Soldat’s blue eyes eerily, crystalline—beautiful, endless, full and yet seems empty. A small animal noise rumbles across his tongue when you pull him by the harness. He breathes roughly through his nose as his hands stay still at both sides of your head. His soft lips connect to your neck gently and you let out a gasp as he trails his teeth over the pulse point. Soldat pulls away from your throat and looks into your eyes—this is one of the rare moments when your soul dips near his —sea-colored orbits catch the fire of lust.

He worms one hand between your bodies, opening his pants, freeing his length and he hisses as he strokes his cock from base to tip, a slow drag of his hand around his thick length. Then he proceeds in pulling down your trousers and panties with a single swift motion, there is feral hunger in eyes—as he grasps your hips, lifting them off the ground so he can drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that have you arching off the cold concrete and quietly calling his name in a moment of pleasure, your slick coating his cock nicely so that it slides in without any pain. “Look at me while you fuck me, Winter” Your hands travel to his arms and lace behind his strong neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He gladly obliges, lowering his face enough for you to peck him and lick his lips as he thrusts out of you and pushes back in immediately after, experimentally, slowly. He sets a steady and harsh pace, drilling his cock into your warmth with an unforgiving force. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent sharply as he keeps fucking hard you; your loud moans in his ear only coaxes him to go faster, deeper. It's not your face, but the expressions on it. It's not your voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. “Don’t stop” His jaw clenches, tense, and you know he is on the verge of coming, too. Your legs wrap around his waist and grip him like a vice as you spasm harshly beneath his weight. Your cunt convulsing around him and the seductive purr in your voice undoes him completely. He throws his head back with a guttural shout, pressing deep into you as he comes apart, filling you with his release. Your eyes meet—you know that emotion, but you are both too detached from it to comprehend it. It is too human.

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impala-dreamer · 4 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter One

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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All The Damage That This Dark World Does

It had been raining on and off for days and the ground was little more than a muddy expanse that swallowed up the soles of their boots like quicksand.

The forest was dark and the air rang loud with the requiem of nature. Birds sang low and sad; branches crackled underfoot. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled and the hunters froze. Each set of ears turned towards the sound and eyes darted about while tired minds calculated distances.

Bobby’s gruff whisper broke through the rain’s symphony. “‘Bout a half a mile east.”

Dean nodded and Y/N squared her shoulders.

“And where’s the rest of them?” she asked, tone a little harsher than it needed to be as she glared at the old man.

Dean shot her a look but she didn’t flinch. Mary shifted uncomfortably between them, not wanting to get involved.

Bobby adjusted his cap and shrugged. “Gotta be close. They’re hunting us as sure as we’re hunting them.”

She sighed. “So which way do we go? I’d rather not run right into the pack.”

Dean cleared his throat and cocked a brow her way. She wasn’t going to let up and he knew it.

“Why don’t we split up,” he suggested, looking at Bobby and his mother. “You guys go south, we’ll keep heading west.”

Mary nodded. “OK. Just stay safe.” She smiled and Y/N half returned it.

Bobby huffed. “You two be careful and holler if you get in trouble.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and set off before Dean could spin around.

“Why are you such a bitch to him?” he asked, easily catching up to her with his long stride.

“You know why.” She swatted at a low hanging branch and groaned. “That’s not Bobby and it’s fucking creepy.”

Dean laughed at her. “It is Bobby-”

“Not my Bobby.”

He sighed. “You get used to it.”

“No thanks.”

Another howl, this time closer and followed by another.

Y/N stood still and tall, listening with her entire being. Dean came up behind her and she held a finger to her lips, ordering him to be silent.

The earth was damp. The fallen autumn leaves were too wet to make a sound, but she heard the squelch of mud as a creature ran through it. The being gained speed, and the wind picked up, chilling their faces as sure as the adrenaline prickled their skin.

She nodded towards his right and Dean raised his pistol, gripping it tight and following the line of sight into the dank woods. He squinted and a mess of black, matted fur moved behind the trees.

“Shit.”

Y/N flipped off the safety on her gun and steadied herself. She took a breath, gave him a wink and set off to the left.

He knew her well enough to understand the plan without conversing, and Dean moved off to the right. They’d wrap around in a circle and meet behind the beast, hopefully catching it off guard and raining silver down upon it.

It was a good plan. Solid. Proven.

Y/N moved swiftly through the trees, careful to tread lightly through the muck and avoid the fallen soldiers of the wood. The rain picked up and with the distance now between them, she lost sight of Dean, but she wasn’t too worried. They were professionals, after all.

Another few yards and the tree line gave way to a clearing. Y/N wondered for a moment if she’d gotten turned around in the forest, but her internal compass told her she was going the right way.

A wolf’s cry made her sure.

The grass was tall and free, untouched by blades or trampled by tires. She pushed through the weeds and a flash of memory struck her.

The sweet smell of spring; the tickle of grass against her cheek. Rusted metal and chrome gleaming in the sun. The smell of burgers burning on charcoal. Perfect green eyes.

Y/N shivered at the sensory overload and blinked into the clearing. She was taller than the grass now and so much older than her days in the junkyard.

She took a deep breath and heard her name.

From across the field, Dean emerged from the trees and shouted her name. He spun his hand in the air and she cocked her head, staring at him, confused but smiling. He was just as beautiful as the first time she’d seen him, though a bit more broken down and tired.

Again, he yelled for her, and the slow motion world around her cranked back up to full speed.

“Y/N!”

She heard it then- the horrid, hungry growl. She smelled the dirt, the wetness. Felt the fear as her body tensed.

Y/N turned and the wolf attacked. She pulled the trigger but it only made the beast more aggressive.

Powerful jaws clamped down on her defending arm; razor claws ripped through her flesh. The wet ground accepted her body as they fell, the mud curled up around her as the grass gave way.

Two shots rang out and the wolf was hit. It reared back and leapt over her, gunning for Dean.

Y/N flipped over in the mud and tried to get up to help him, but her arms gave out and she sank down, her face cradled by the soft grass.

One more blast from the gun and she heard the monster fall. Boots splashed through the mud and she felt Dean’s warmth as he fell to his knees beside her.

Big hands turned her carefully and Dean scanned her face. Her eyes were rolling, her lips curled into the sweetest smile.

“No. No. No.” His bottom lip trembled as he peeled back her jacket and saw the damage. Her chest was torn, her stomach ripped open and gushing blood. He pressed his hand into her middle and she cried out.

Pain spread through her at his touch and then subsided.

She grabbed at his arm, wrapping her fingers around the canvas sleeve.

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.”

Her voice was quaking as badly as his hand and he closed his eyes, shook his head.

“No.”

She smiled, laughed a little. “Yeah.”

Again, he shook his head, refusing to let her go. “No.” He sat up a bit, craned his neck over the tall grass. “Bobby! Somebody! Help!”

Weakly, she lifted a hand to his face and guided his gaze back down to her.

“Hey. It’s OK.”

He raged inside. Grit his teeth. “It’s not OK!”

Blood rushed beneath his hand like a dam had burst on a river. Her skin paled, her eyelids fluttered.

His heart raced, breath quickened. “Please don’t. Don’t leave. Please.”

Her shoulders twitched inward and the pain returned. She cringed but kept her smile, unwilling to go out like some terrified victim, some damsel in distress.

“Dean…” She pet his cheek, wiped away a hot tear.

“Please.”

“Do you remember when we met?”

He chewed his lip, closed his eyes, and took a breath.

“Yeah, Y/N/N. Of course I do.”

Her fingers tensed on his cheek. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. You still are.”

“Don’t say goodbye to me, Y/N/N. You can’t.” He turned his face and kissed her palm, grabbed her wrist with both bloody hands and kissed her fingertips, kissed her knuckles, kissed every inch. “You can’t leave me.”

With her free hand, she tugged at the chain around her neck and pulled the necklace free.

“Here. Take this back,” she whispered, hardly able to spare the breath to speak any longer.

Dean gasped and dropped her hand, ran his fingertips over the old lug nut pendant. “You… you still have this? After all this time?”

She laughed painfully. “Of course I do, you idiot. I never take it off.”

He closed a fist around it and shut his eyes, trying to erase the tears and be strong for her. It was all ending and he knew it. She had just moments left and he couldn’t let her go without letting her know the truth.

“It’s my good luck charm,” she said under a harsh breath. She coughed and the taste of iron flooded her mouth. She swallowed it down and held on.

“Didn’t do you much good today.”

She smiled and closed her hand around his.

“I’ve always loved you, ya know. You… you were always it for me, Dean. Always. I’ve… I’ve loved you since that first day by the stream. I’ve never not loved you. I just need you to know that.”

He shuddered, sucked in an uneasy breath. “I knew, Y/N/N,” he confessed. “I always knew. I… I love you, too. So fucking much.”

Her eyes lit up for a second and she shook her head sadly. The tears broke free and refused to leave.

“Then why? Why didn’t-”

She couldn’t finish the words, but he understood.

He pressed his hand lightly to her forehead and smiled. “Come on. I’ve told you a thousand times, Y/N/N. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

He leaned down, held her cheek, kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips.

Y/N closed her eyes, safe in his arms, and felt the sweet pull of sleep yank at her limbs.

“Shut up, Dean,” she whispered.

He laughed gently.

She smiled.

He would be OK.

Dean stared into the fire, watching through bloodshot eyes as the flames licked at her silhouette.

Her necklace gleamed in the pyre’s glow and he closed his fist around it, holding it tight. Despite the heat of the fire, the metal was cold against his palm.

She was really gone.

She’d been there almost his entire life, always at his side when he called, always there to stitch him back together. But now she was gone.

He’d watched a hundred bodies burn over the years, said goodbye to every friend he’d ever had, but this was too much. There was a piece of him gone, a wound had been carved out of his chest that would never heal.

So many things he should have told her, so many times he’d taken her for granted. Guilt pulled at him and grief chewed at his veins. So many years wasted. So many nights he could have been alone with her, happy and loved.

The blaze burned hot, the wood crackled.

Dean stared silently, drowning in his pain. Forever the man she loved. Still the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

The boy with the green eyes.

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sweetandgentlecreature · 8 months

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Hiiii since you’ve been killing the headcannon game, if you’re up to it,

Can we please give Walter Marshall a dog? That man needs a dog. I don’t care how busy he is, I’ll even walk it for him. He gives me “dad and the dog he didn’t want” vibes where they get bullied into it then wind up being a total pushover and spoiling the shit out of the dog 🥹 That man is secretly so soft I just fucking know it.

Hey, girl! So sorry for how late this is. It's a slow day for work, so I threw Nomis on in the background and got to it.

ABSOLUTELY! Walter oozes Daddy-Bear Energy™️ and I’m always here for it. Thanks for reaching out, babe! Hope you like it ❤️❤️

In the Dog House: Walter Marshall is a Pushover

Warnings: Bring a lint roller. There's plenty of fluff to go around.

"No. Absolutely not."

He'd cross his arms over his chest and scowl. Life was hard enough, between juggling her schedule and his own, the sleepless nights and open cases that pile up on his desk, he didn't need any more distractions. Faye pouted, bat those big brown eyes up at him and stuck out her bottom lip. What started out as a normal Saturday morning grocery run had taken a detour when she saw the wet little noses in the window of the animal shelter downtown. They'd only stopped to look.

"Come on, dad, please?! Look at him!"

The little ball of fluff gnawed at her fingers and looked up excitedly, cocking his head to the side as if to say "Yeah, dad! Bring me home!"

Who was Walter to say no to that?

His apartment quickly shifted from its cold, sad status of bachelor pad to...well, still a bachelor pad, just covered in puppy pads as well. Though the little bugger had been neutered, he wasn't potty trained just yet. Faye was getting good at taking the dog out before school, and spent most evenings playing with him until bedtime. When she was at her mother's house, Walter would care of him. He felt ridiculous, standing out in the cold, holding the leash while the pup sniffed around for somewhere to do his business.

"Come on, lad," he'd encourage gruffly. "Anywhere will do."

Back inside, they'd stare at one another. Walter, sat on the couch, would pick through his leftovers while the puppy, lovingly named Moose, sat on the floor, tearing his squeaky toy to shreds. Moose with yip and growl at it, a real predator, and shake out the stuffing to rain down around him in a cloud of fluff. Walter would sigh, crook an eyebrow at the beast, and shake his head in disapproval.

"No dogs on the bed," he'd declare. He wasn't concerned about fleas or ticks (the little menace loves a good soak in the tub), he didn't think Moose would have any accidents in the night; he just didn't want the connection. Walter wasn't good at making friends, dating was a joke at this point. Faye was really all he had...Faye, and Moose.

It was late when he made it home that night. Bleary eyed, he'd toed off his boots at the door, disassembled his weapon and stashed his badge on the table beside the entryway. The house was quiet, a little too quiet, and it made him suspicious. He checked around the living room, the kitchen, and hell, even the bathroom. Nothing was out of place.

In the bedroom, he found the culprit, snug as a bug all curled up in the middle of the bed.

"No," he growled. "Down."

Sleepily, the dog lifted his head at the sound of his owner's voice. Bright blue eyes grew wide and limp, floppy ears with plenty of room to grow flopped to one side of Moose's head. The black duvet cover, once pristine, was now covered in a thin film of white and gray fur.

Walter sighed. He was too tired for this shit. It wasn't worth the fight. He didn't even bother to undress. No use in getting too comfortable, when he'd be up in a couple of hours anyway. Pulling the blankets aside, he settled in against the pillows and let the heavy shrouds of sleep overtake him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath began to deepen. Walter never dreamed, hadn't in years, yet just as he began to doze off, he could've sworn he felt something. Warm and fuzzy, Moose nuzzled up against Walter's leg and sighed contently. For a moment, in the quietness of an empty house, Walter smiled. It was starting to feel just a little more like home.

#sweetandgentlecreature's requests #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill fluff #walter marshall fanfic #walter marshall #walter marshall fluff #walter marshall one shot #walter marshall x reader

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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I'm on my hands and knees begging, pleading, dying for a crumb, an ounce of vampire Emil. The pitiful boy...he needs a snacc.......we must provide.

I like to think Joesph did not want this wet sad dog (he has enough in his house) but reader doesnt ever listen to him

Emil is heavily dependent on you. In the first years of him entering the Desaulniers' estate with you, he refused to leave your side. Ada, a doctor turned vampire, had been caring for him, nurturing him, and sired him. Her death in fire started by vampire hunters had left the man helpless. He has no idea how to hunt, he was made to rely on Ada for his feedings and to assist with the deal the hungry beast within him.

A vampire like him, ones who's beast is stronger than the humanity remaining, are a problem Joseph rather not deal with. He told you this and you disobey him. He will deliver a fair punishment for you but it is too late get rid of Emil.

He would hover around you at all times. When the other wished for direct feeding or alone time with you, he would cling to you. Harmless but annoying to those who also are attached to you.

Emil has gotten better over time but his clingy nature is just part of who he is. He is the only one who sleeps in your room, he doesn't do anything and your scent gives him comfort when you are doing your job.

The man needs to directly feed, no blood wine or vials of blood. He needs to be held by you as bites and drinks enough for the hunger pains to go away. After he likes to hold you, listen to your heart, feel how warm you are. Skin on skin contact is nice and he never pushes for more. Emil will lick the wounds you got from fights or just cuts from doing work. It is like a pup who whines seeing his owner hurt.

Joseph allows the pet (you hate when he calls Emil that) so long has he doesn't become a problem.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #asks #identity v emil #idv emil #idv patient #identity v patient #patient x reader #emil x reader #emil x you

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Floyd Leech (merman!Floyd x bullied!Reader)

genre: horror, friendship(?)

note: off-screen bullying, allusion to violence and worse

summary: A nobody at school, your only solace was taking in the serenity of the ocean cave away from the big city. However, a dweller is more than happy to show you a part of his world.

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“You’re sad again, land shrimp. What is it this time?”

“F-Floyd…”

You looked at the man in the waters. Except he wasn’t really just a man. You met Floyd when you ran from your classmates that started harassing you and you left school early to eat your lunch in peace. Sadly, you accidentally dropped your lunch into the waters as you maneuvered through the cave you found. However, it was how you met the man whose skin shimmer like the ocean.

“Hey, that wasn’t half bad~”

Since then, against your better judgment, you started hanging out in the cave during lunch with your “friend” while bringing something for him to try. Floyd was a creature driven by curiosity and luckily he was fascinated by you, a human, and the treats that you bring his way.

“I like you, Shrimpy~” he grinned, showing off his white serrated teeth which reminds you to tread lightly with him.

Still, you preferred his company over anyone else in school as you became the target for some mean-spirited classmates. Floyd found you in tears as you cried out in confusion as to why your situation came to be like this.

“Became you’re weak, Shrimpy” Floyd was bluntly honest with you. “If you were in my territory, you would be eaten alive”

You let out a scared hiccup, shocked by the brutality of your “friend’s” world. This was nothing like the fairy tales and movies you were shown as a kid. You continued to weep, can people like you really survive anywhere when the world is this cruel?

“Ah, stop crying~” Floyd spoke to you as he floated closer to wipe the tears from your eyes. “I won’t eat you, as long as you bring me something good to eat~”

In your delusional state, you wanted to trust Floyd. You wanted to relish in his protection as he wiped your tears away with nails that looked sharp enough to slice through flesh.

Perhaps it was this delusional state of trust that convinced you to run back to the cave as your classmates chased after you with sadistic glee, drinking in the pleasure of your fear of them.

“Come back here, loser! We’re not done!”

You yelped in fear as you ducked into the cold waters in the caves, hiding behind the shadows of the rocks hoping the dark would aid you. You kept your voice down as you heard your bullies scream angrily into the cave, demanding that you come out.

You covered your ears, desperately blocking out the angry screams of your tormentors, blocking out their screams of shock, their voices as they scrambled inside the cave, the sounds of thrashing in the waters and harsh collisions against the sharp walls of the cave. You ignored everything.

Until you felt a pair of wet hands covering your own.

You yelped and turned to see the merman you’ve come to know. The merman who wrapped his long body around you, somewhat curiously and somewhat possessively. He looked at you with unreadable eyes before reaching out to your tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey, I told you not to cry anymore,” he said with an annoyed frown. “How weak can you be to be scared of those ugly guppies?”

“Floyd…”

Unhesitatingly, you wrapped your arms around the beast of a (sea)man to tightly embrace him as you continued to cry despite his warnings not to. But Floyd didn’t mind it for now, surprisingly enjoying the warmth of your body that is unlike those of his kind. He mirrored you, wrapping his arms around your waist and his extensive tail coiled slightly tighter.

You were such a strange creature to him, so weak yet brave enough to approach and feed a predator like himself. Oh well, he liked that about you and he’s willing to put up with you if this continues to please him. Besides…

You always bring him something good to eat~

#I...enjoyed this more than I should #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #floyd leech #floyd x reader #twisted halloween series

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a-darkworld-fool · 10 months

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yandere - bottom - omega miguel o'hara ● noncon, breeding, bondage, miguel's paralyzing venom (with a twist!)

alternatively, from this post,

if miguel's omegan charm doesn't work on you, he'll just bite you when you're busy trying to find a way out.

(because you're trapped in a locked room with a bitch beast in heat--miguel is the strongest omega you have ever met--and you're not an animal, you have morals. you won't just mate with a random omega!

you need to get out of there while he's weak. asap!)

underestimating miguel's determination is your mistake though. after all, he's someone who's willing to become a replacement to a dead version of himself in a different universe. who does that? definitely not a sane person.

while his body is indeed weak and uncomfortable with heat, his desire for you is stronger than anything. nothing can stop him from having you.

he will silently walk up to you from behind--slick still dripping out of him and sliding down his legs--and wrap an arm around you to prevent any struggling, as his other arm snakes up to tilt your head, exposing your beautiful neck. he can't wait to feel you inside him.

his warm breath is hitting your skin and that means hestoofuckingclose, was your last thought before he sinks his fangs into you.

the next thing you know, miguel is on top of you. you're trapped between his spread wide open legs, his knees planted on the bed. he's riding you like a depraved slut. his chest shakes every time he bounces and one of his hands is firm on your abdomen to support his weight while the other is playing with his nipple.

it would have been a pretty sight if both were willing participants.

clenching your hand to make sure the venom is gone, you try to push him off of you, but you find yourself unable to because you're tied up spread eagle on the bed with spider-man 2099's signature glowing laser-like web. the red glow a stark contrast in the dim light room. were you too terrified to not notice that before? helpless, you can only watch as you're being used as his personal dildo.

you voice out your anger and hatred toward the omega, however, your words doesn't stop him rather it only spurs him on. he leans down to steal a kiss from you. fortunately, you manage to dodge his lips by turning your head away in disgust.

a sad frustrated whine slips out of him that roughly translates to, why won't you love him, we're making love aren't we, whywhywhy-

so he takes whatever he can get as he leaves trails of kisses from your jaw down to your chest, trying to appease you.

at one point, miguel slams down real hard onto you making the both of you moan out uncontrollably. spasming.

this confuses you. you're not enjoying this, so why is your body all hot and bothered?

it's even more jarring when miguel doesn't stop but instead leans back to focus on fucking himself on you and you see something other than his own juices dripping down his hole. you can hear the wet slaps of his ass hitting your thighs.

how in the world are you turned on by miguel forcing himself on you?

miguel doesn't miss the confusion on your face and enlightens you with his words as he leans down to whisper in your ear, sickeningly sweet,

his venom works differently while he's in heat, he produces a type of venom that paralyzes and assists in reproduction. so be more cooperative and just hold him willingly or he will need to inject more venom into you, okay? you don't want that, don't you? he wants you to enjoy this moment with him.

your eyes go wide in horror. he's basically drugging you, forcing you to enjoy this. that's the last thing you want.

you shake your head chanting, nononono- and start to struggle against the bonds, but miguel's weight is holding you down to do much more than that.

in the end, you climax with him for the nth time as tears flow down your face. miguel purrs in contentment, feeling full of your spend and finally gets to steal a kiss from you, knowing that you're too tired to reject him.

you lie there defeated with miguel's warm body on top of you. not speaking a word. you try ignore him and hope that he's done playing this sick game with you.

just when you thought the nightmare is finally coming to an end, you feel miguel squirming, moving again while murmuring what you usually call his delusional nonsense,

how can you hate such a good omega? you two are a perfect fit. he's made just for you. why can't you see it?

this goes on until his heat ends...

... or possibly longer?

#yandere miguel o'hara #bottom miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #omega miguel o'hara #i had to look up on strap ons for this and boy was I pleasantly surprised #btw how spicy is too spicy for an art to be posted on tumblr?#for example do i need to censor miguels leaking tiddies? just asking for future reference...........

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Beauty within the Beast

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

A/N: I have no idea why I made this.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Y/N?” The sounds of leaves crunching underneath shoes could be heard as Y/N led Tyler deep into the forest behind his house. They were out here to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, if all goes well, they will succeed.

Y/N turned to the other boy, a childish like smile on his face. “Of course it is. My dad let Eddie and me play in these woods all the time. Especially at midnight when the killer spirits come out to play hide and go death.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but trust me. With all the knowledge my grandpa gave me about Hydes, this plan will work.”

Tyler’s ears picked up at the note. “Really? What did he say about them?”

“That apparently Robert Louis Stevenson wasn’t crazy. The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde wasn’t just a short story or a nightmare he experienced. He was real. And apparently Edward Hyde and my grandpa were good friends back in the day,” Y/N said. “He’s your ancestor, though his mutation grew into a more beastly form that he passed down to his descendants. Passed down to you.”

Tyler tried to rack his brain around this new information. So, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were real people and apparently he was a descendant of the original Hyde. “So, I’m a descendant of them? And my mom was too?”

“Yup. But the good thing about my grandpa being friends with benefits with Mr. Hyde.” Y/N smirked at that. “Is that a person can learn to control their Hyde form and even use its strength in their mortal form.”

“So, I can learn to control my beast-like side?” Tyler asked. It seemed too good to be true.

“Yeah, but the only way for you to control it is to own the darkest parts of yourself. Your hidden desires and wants.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Tyler admitted. He’s made so many mistakes that it seemed impossible for him to be brave enough to control this side of himself. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“Tyler… I know you can control this…” Y/N got closer to the other boy and put his face in his hands as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips as the other boy blushed red. “I believe in you.”

“Why would you help me, Y/N? After all the pain I’ve caused you, I don’t deserve your protection or your help.” He began to cry as he looked so broken and full of remorse. All the terrible things he did. All the people who he hurt and killed. He was a monster and deserved to be put down.

Y/N gently brushed his boyfriend’s tears away as he gave him a small smile. “Tyler, I chose to help you because I love you. Because I know that it wasn’t your fault for what happened. It was Ms. Thornhill’s. If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s her. For using a young man’s trauma and the need to know about his mother against him.”

Tyler hiccuped as he looked at Y/N with sad, wet eyes. “Really?”

“Really. Despite everyone saying not to, I don't care. All I care about is helping you.” He hugged him and that filled Tyler with warmth and hope. Hope that he can do this. “What do we do first?”

Y/N moved away from Tyler and looked into his baby blues. “We give you a moving target.”

“A target?”

“Right. If you can successfully catch the target and manage to control your killer instincts, then it means you’ve gotten control,” Y/N said.

“Who’s the target?” Tyler asked, but he had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

“You’re looking at him.” Y/N pointed to himself. “If you can catch me and manage not to tear me limb from limb, then it’s worked. You’ve owned the darkest parts of yourself.”

“Wait, Y/N, I don’t think this is a good–”

Whatever Tyler was going to say was cut off by a punch to the gut from his boyfriend. Tyler keeled over in pain. He looked up at Y/N in shock. “What are you doing?” Tyler groaned.

“Sorry, Puppy, but I need Mr. Hyde right now. Not Dr. Jekyll.” He punched Tyler in the face, minding his Frankenstein’s strength and not breaking Tyler’s nose or his bones. Tyler groans as he looks at Y/N, as his breathing becomes heavy and rapid and when Y/N sees Tyler’s eyes bulged out, literally, he knows it’s time for him to run. And fast.

He vamp speeds out of there, as he can hear Tyler’s inhuman roar as he begins to transform into his beastly side. His clothes tear off as he grows sharp claws until he stands about 10 feet tall. The Hyde roars and as soon as it catches Y/N’s scent, it begins to give chase.

Y/N speeds through the forest as he tries to put some distance between himself and the Hyde on his tail. It would have been easier to fly away, but unfortunately, he needs to be on the ground for this plan to work. He continues to speed run as he can hear the Hyde’s thunderous steps closing in on him. He stops just short of the gates of the local cemetery as he turns and waits for the inevitable. Not a moment later, the Hyde crashes through the trees and roars loudly, not a moment later he’s down on his back with the Hyde’s monstrous hand pinning him down.

Y/N looks up at the creature’s red, bloodshot eyes instead of Tyler's clear blues. They were wild and unfocused, with the only objective on the Hyde's mind was to capture its prey and mutilate it. Y/N wiggled a bit as the monster tighten its grip on him as it dug its claws into his sides. The young hybrid hissed at the pain of Tyler's claws digging into his skin. He locks eyes with Tyler's other self. “Tyler, if you can hear me, fight. I know you can control this. I love you.”

Meanwhile, in the dark recesses of his mind, Tyler watched the scene play out like a movie. Like he was merely an observer looking out into the film and he had no control over his actions. There was a dark chuckle as Tyler turned to see a doppelgänger of himself, but this version of him had black hair and bloodshot eyes. He smiled at the scene of Y/N pinned helplessly to the ground.

Tyler called him Dark Tyler. A more malevolent version of him that enjoyed the chaos and bloodshed. This was the darkness that Y/N said that he had to own. If he wanted control of himself; he needed to learn to accept his dark side. “Pathetic. He thinks love can save him?” Dark Tyler laughed. “I can’t wait to rip him limb from limb. I bet you he likes to get loud. I betcha he’s a screamer, eh, Ty?” Tyler looks at his evil counterpart, who has a filthy smirk on his face as he raises his right arm and Tyler sees the Hyde do the same thing in reality.

Tyler grabbed his arm before he could put it down. “I’m not going to let you hurt, Y/N,” Tyler protested.

His doppelgänger frowns at him. “And why not? Because he loves us?” Dark Tyler mocks. “You and I both know no one could love a monster like us.”

“Y/N did. He believes in us. Believes in me. And I’m not going to let you kill him.”

“Oh, so little boy, Galpin, has finally grown a pair and decided to man up.” Dark Tyler got close to his good side. “What are you going to do, Tyler? I’m the best version of us. The version that Ms. Thornhill brought out. I’m the stronger one. I’m the smarter one. I’m–”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off as Tyler jammed his fist into his chest and grabbed his heart. Dark Tyler looks up in shock as there was a fire in his doppelgängers eyes. His blue eyes were cold and fierce. “I’m done letting you take control and ruining my life. From now on, I’m in control!” Tyler rips the heart of Dark Tyler out and drops it to the floor beside his fallen lookalike as a sudden switch goes off inside his head.

Instead of just seeing Y/N. He could feel his body underneath his hand, his claws. He could feel everything in his Hyde form right now. He was no longer a mindless killing machine. He’s finally learned to control it, and somehow Y/N knew it too as he looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Puppy, is that you?”

Tyler felt himself shrink down to his human side as he willed his transformation to end. His claws came out of Y/N’s body as the young man winced as Tyler became human once again. A very much naked human. The Galpin boy looked at Y/N. He quickly got off him and tears formed in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Y/N got up and hugged Tyler. “It’s okay, Tyler. It’s alright now. Because you did it. You took control.”

Tyler looks at him. “I did, didn't I? I can’t believe I did it.”

“I can. I told you you were strong enough to do this, and I was right.” Y/N smiled.

Tyler smiled back. “I love you, Y/N Munster.”

“I love you too, Tyler Michael Galpin.”

The two share a passion kiss that was much more heated than the first one as Tyler groans as Y/N pulls away when he feels something hard poke him. He looks down and smirks as he looks at Tyler. “Someone’s excited.” He points to Tyler’s hard on as the other boy blushed.

Y/N giggled. “Tell you what, for being so brave, why don’t you and I go all the way today?”

Tyler looks shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, my dad says there’s no better or more romantic place to lose your virginity than in a cemetery. Especially if you do it on a gravestone.”

Tyler just chuckles as he kisses his boyfriend once again.

#x male reader #Tyler galpin #Tyler galpin x male reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #hunter doohan x male reader #hunter doohan #wednesday 2022 #mr hyde #y/N Munster #the munsters

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