HAVE YOU EVER TRIED...THIS ONE? ♡

Im just thinking about something serpentine or snake like deciding my human body is the perfect warm and humid environment to host its clutch of eggs. It constricting around its chosen host in a tight coil and the width of it alone forcing your legs open and keeping them open with more force than a spreader bar could ever hope to achieve. Thick, oblong and fat eggs being deposited into your body one by one, popping through your forcibly dilated cervix while youre hardly able to breathe from the weight of the massive serpent using your holes for its many young.

Angsty idea for the dark mermaid x alucard fic. 

What if they don’t know each others true name? 

Like hear me out alucard doesn’t tell the mermaid his because Adrian is dead and now he is alucard. But she doesn’t tell him her name because (A) she doesn’t have a human name or (B) mermaids could be a type of fae creature in which giving someone their name would be giving that person power over them and hide their name to preserve their power. So in A I would think he would give ther mermaid a name after finding out she has none and in the event of B him finding her name would be like a human man taking a selkies coat to trap them (that idea is kinda inspired by you using the seals eyes in the mermaids design)

A/N: Oh my gosh, Nonnie, YES to both of these!

TW: Yandere! Behavior (Implied Abuse & Manipulation). Reminder: none of this is okay in real life. If you need help, please reach out.

Like sure, some people are aware of Alucard’s full name, namely Sypha and Greta— Sypha having researched the history of ‘The Alucard’ who she and Trevor left behind, and Greta only because she was bemused upon hearing Saint Germain use it.  

But besides those few folks, The Alucard is known as simply that- ‘The Alucard’.

Our Siren friend becomes known as ‘The Landwalker’ amongst the townsfolk but that is not her name. Alucard’s quite certain she’s never offered her name, although he has several varying suspicions as to why.  

The first is as you said, it may be a case of the siren’s name not having a human equivalent. Perhaps it is not a sound that can be made easily above water. Alucard has spent a lot of time listening to his beautiful Siren speak, and he’s managed to surmise that her native tongue must have soft vowels as well as soft constants, seeing as how she has the least trouble pronouncing those in the Romanian language.  

Alucard’s second, more vindictive suspicion is based on fae laws concerning ownership and possession. She is clearly not human, and although she is a water-dwelling supernatural creature, Alucard is stealthily aware of a handful of water-adjacent fae species, such as Selkies, thanks to the combined knowledge of his Father’s tomes and the tomes contained within the Belmont Hold.   

He briefly considers directing her to that section of the Hold, just to see if she’s willing to point out her species, or the nearest recorded cousin to it. However, he quickly disregards that thought, not wanting to let her know the exact range of knowledge he has up his sleeve.  

He asks her one day while they’re in the bath (the only way he’ll let her take them now) if she would perhaps be interested in donning a human name for the time she is here.  

Across the large Roman bath, the Siren bares her fangs in displeasure but makes no hissing sound. She’s since learned her snarls and hisses do little to discourage Alucard’s advances, and despite how disparaging that may be, she finds that she has fewer and fewer reasons to rebuff his wishes anyway. It is as if the longer she stays here, next to him, amongst humans, the less feral she knows how to be.   

She wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s taming her, oh no. To hell with that!  

 (Of course, Alucard would, if you were to ask him.)  

“Whhy?” She finally croaks out, more interested in learning his reasoning than fighting him about it.  

“You know my name, yes? You live in my home, you sleep in my bed, and still, I do not know yours. Do you not think that's odd?”  

‘I thinnnkk itt meahn you sstupid.’ She wants to retort, but holds her tongue, settling to shrug her shoulders instead.  

“Well, have you heard any names you like?” Alucard asks.  

The Landwalker opens her mouth to answer, but Alucard cuts her off, never having intended for her to answer anyway.  

“No, no, that wouldn’t work. All the names you’ve heard are ones already belonging to people in Village Belmont, and it would seem weird to steal your new name from them.” Alucard was speaking more to himself than her at this point, an air of certain superiority about him.  

Suddenly, Alucard snapped his fingers in realization. Upon hearing the sound, The Landwalker’s pupils grew wider and more fearful, and her chest started to fold in on itself before she realized this time, the noise was not directed at her.  

“Adela. It’s a strong name with Germanic origins. Dating back to the 10th century. William the Conqueror named one of his daughters Adela.”  

“Conkerrrr?”  

“He was the first Norman King of England, some 700 years ago.”  

“Meahn?”  

“Well, I sincerely doubt anyone dubbed ‘the Conqueror’ was known for their niceties.”  

The Siren shook her head again, scooching forward in the bath the best she could, which was a rather difficult feat with a tail such as hers. Once she was well within his personal distance, the Siren gently placed her clawed hand on top of Alucard’s bent knee, which was protruding well above the water level.  

“Nahm meahn?” She tried again.  

Alucard’s expression stayed the same stoic, unreadable expression he always wore for just a moment before a genuine smile broke out across his face. Throwing his long blonde hair back, he let out a hearty laugh.  

She was such an adorable thing at times, wasn’t she? Alucard’s heart felt lighter upon hearing her clarification. To him, this encounter wasn’t a tense negotiation, oh no. To him it was akin to a pair of lovers choosing their bard song, or their very own constellation in the sky: it was a sign of further love and devotion.  

Of course, it did not feel similar for The Landwalker, although she would be lying if she refused to admit the sight of her dhampir partner laughing filled her heart with hope.

Yes, ‘The Alucard’ was a bastard in so many ways, but deep down, he was still just a boy, looking for love and adventure the way all the silly young swashbucklers would.  

Perhaps one day he could be beautiful to her— perhaps even as beautiful as she was to him.  

“Of noble kind,” Alucard finally said, having come down from his high. “It means of noble kind.”  

‘Noble? Huhh.’ The Landwalker thought.

Well— she certainly wasn’t opposed to that. 

A/N 2.0: Full disclosure, I copied and pasted this ask into my To Do’ folder on Google Docs but when I went to post my answer to it, it had somehow vanished from my ask box??? So I resubmitted the ask to myself via Anon, the same as it was submitted originally. (If you’re wondering why it took so long to answer, this is why. It’s also because I’m the slowest writer ever, but we don’t have to get into that right now lol.)

AND ALSO, UM, I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS UNTIL I STARTED WRITING, BUT THANK YOU! Seriously, this will make writing future answers in this series so much easier! I kept juggling between ‘The Landwalker’ & the Siren, and it just felt like a mouthful at times. 

Your relationship with Sukuna was on its last legs. You tried to make things work, but he was as difficult as it could get, and mean. After a particularly terrible fight, the two of you made up, and you began to hope again. Later that night, his friends called, inviting him to the club. You told him you weren’t comfortable with it. He agreed to stay, even tucking you into bed.

But once you fell asleep, he snuck out.

Things went downhill from there.

Sukuna and his friends drank heavily, and soon he was caught up in the chaos—laughing, dancing, and losing control. While you slept, his friends began posting videos online: Sukuna receiving a lap dance, drunk and kissing another girl, clearly high and out of his mind.

When you woke up, you reached over to find his side of the bed cold and empty. You thought he had left early for work. But then your phone started blowing up with messages from friends and strangers alike. Your heart pounded as you unlocked it and opened Instagram, only to see the posts.

One after another, each post felt like a knife to your chest—Sukuna smiling lazily, his hands on another woman, his lips brushing hers. You could see the flashing lights, hear the blaring music, and feel the sting of betrayal in every picture and clip. Your fingers trembled, and your vision blurred with tears as you watched in disbelief.

The room felt like it was spinning. You tried to steady yourself, but the weight of it all was crushing. How could he do this to you, especially after you had been so open, so vulnerable about your feelings? After he had promised to stay?

You had told him, in the heat of making up, that this was his last chance. You were clear: if he messed up again, you were packing your things and going back to the States. He had looked you in the eyes and promised. And yet, he still went and did this.

Meanwhile, Sukuna was still sleeping, his head pounding and the room spinning. He didn’t remember a damned thing the night before. He remembered sneaking out, thinking he’d make it back before sunrise, slip back into bed, and act like nothing happened. You were just being too dramatic, he thought. You’d told him how you didn’t like his friends, that they hated you and were trying to break the two of you up. He’d laughed it off as paranoia. Crazy talk.

He vaguely remembered drinking a shot—just one—and after that, things got hazy. He didn’t believe for a second that his friends would spike his drink.

No, they’d never do that… right?

But now, as he blinked his eyes open, he realized something was very wrong. Next to him was a woman he didn’t recognize, definitely not you. The sunlight was streaming through the window, and panic shot through his body like a jolt of electricity. His heart raced as he sat up, the events of the night before still a foggy blur.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath, his mind starting to piece together the fragments. You two had just made up—how could he have been so reckless?

Sukuna fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking. The screen lit up, showing the time: 12:46. His heart sank even further. He really had messed up this time. The battery was about to die, a thin red line warning him he had little time left. He glanced around, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar room.

What confused him most was that he was still in his clothes from the night before. A small relief—at least he hadn’t slept with the woman next to him. But that didn’t matter much, did it? He was still in bed with another woman, a stranger, and that alone was enough to shatter whatever trust you had left in him.

His head throbbed with a dull, pounding pain, a mix of alcohol and regret. He desperately needed water, but his feet felt glued to the floor. As he forced himself to sit up, the room seemed to spin around him. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the fog of the hangover, but his mind remained a jumbled mess.

He checked his phone again, scrolling through the flood of messages, but your name wasn’t among them. No missed calls, no texts, no messages. Just silence.

It took you two hours to get yourself to function properly. When something traumatic happened, you had this tendency to just shut down. No crying, no shouting—just silence. You couldn’t even talk right now. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall, your mind numb. The pain was so immense that it felt like nothing at all, a hollow void where your heart should be.

Slowly, you got up, moving like you were underwater, every step heavy and disjointed. You made your way to the bedroom closet and grabbed a suitcase, your hands moving on autopilot. You began packing everything you owned in this place, methodically folding clothes, stacking books, gathering small, personal items that had once made this space feel like home. Now, every object felt like a weight dragging you down.

You didn’t remember much from those moments, only flashes of despair and confusion. Your mind was clouded, a fog of grief settling over you. All you knew was that you wanted to disappear, to somehow escape the unbearable ache in your chest.

How could this happen? Why? The questions repeated in your mind, over and over, like a broken record. Were you not enough? Was he cheating this whole time?

Your thoughts spiraled into a dark place, each one more suffocating than the last. The silence of the room pressed in around you, amplifying every doubt, every fear. You felt lost in a sea of uncertainty, desperately searching for something to hold onto, but finding nothing but emptiness.

You paused for a moment, standing still in the middle of the room, clutching a shirt to your chest. You wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything, but no sound came out. All that filled you was a deep, aching void that left you feeling more alone than ever before.

Just as you finished packing, the door opened, but you didn't flinch. Your fingers continued scrolling through your phone, searching for flight tickets. You didn’t care where it would take you—anywhere but here.

Sukuna stepped inside, his expression a mix of confusion and panic. You didn’t look up. Your face remained calm, almost eerily so, as if you were in a trance. You kept scrolling, your focus entirely on the screen, like it was the only thing anchoring you to reality.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice tight with panic. But you said nothing.

Your face was expressionless, your eyes fixed on your phone. He moved closer, desperate now. “Please,” he continued, “can’t we just… talk?”

Finally, you paused, letting out a slow, controlled breath. But you didn’t look at him. Your silence was deafening, more unnerving than any yelling or screaming could have been.

He swallowed hard, sensing the change, feeling the weight of your silence pressing down on him. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he tried again. "I don’t even remember what happened. I think I was drugged or something..." His voice grew softer, almost pleading now.

You continued to tap the screen, the sound of your fingers the only noise in the room. You found a flight and pressed "book," moving methodically, as if this was just another task on a list. Your calmness was unnerving, like the quiet before a storm.

“Y/N… please,” Sukuna whispered, taking another step forward, but your detachment made him falter.

You finally glanced up at him, your expression unreadable, your voice steady and calm. “I'm leaving,” you said quietly, as if stating a simple fact.

He blinked, stunned by the flatness of your tone. There was no anger, no emotion—just a cold, stark finality. “But… we can work this out,” he stammered, “right?”

You looked back at your phone, as if he were no longer even there. You were done listening, done hoping, done believing. His words were just noise now, meaningless in the face of everything he had broken.

Sukuna was a big man, another reason you had fallen in love with him. Being with him had made you feel so safe, so happy. But when you reached for your suitcase, he finally broke.

He snatched it out of your hand. "No, no, you're not leaving me," he insisted, his voice frantic. "Look, please just listen. I know I lied to you and snuck out, but I swear I would never cheat on you."

You stood still, watching him, his large frame towering over you, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. But your heart felt like ice. You could see the panic in his eyes, hear the tremor in his voice, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore.

His hands gripped the suitcase so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Please," he begged again, "just… don’t go."

For a moment, you almost felt something—a flicker of the love you used to feel. But it was gone as quickly as it came. “Let go,” your voice is calm and steady.

“No, look, I would do anything,” he blurted out, his voice rising with desperation. “Okay, I see now why you don’t like my friends. I’ll cut them out. I won’t ever talk to another girl again. Just… anything. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Please.”

He was a mess, still hungover, his head pounding, his hands trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep it together, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked so close to breaking down completely.

Why did he make this mistake? Why did he let himself slip up so badly? You had given him a chance, and he had blown it in mere hours. The realization seemed to dawn on him, his face twisting with guilt and regret. His shoulders sagged, and his voice broke. "I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his tone raw with fear.

But it didn’t matter anymore. Whatever he was offering now felt hollow, too little, too late. Your heart felt heavy, but your mind was made up.

"Let go," you repeated, firmer this time, your eyes locking onto his.

Sukuna's hand fell away from the suitcase as if it weighed a ton, his breath hitching. He wanted to fight, to argue, but the defeat in your eyes left him lost. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, his voice almost inaudible, choking on his own words.

But all you did was nod, a small, almost imperceptible nod, and turn toward the door.

He stood there, his whole world crumbling, as you walked away.

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

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pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

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suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while it creased to the of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

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ꪆৎ Caleb, who fucks you in a mean headlock in the middle of your little date — now ruined because of your bratty attitude.

# tws: n/sfw, rough s.ex, degradation, mean!caleb, headlock (duh), he calls himself gege like once, im horrible at writing accents forgive me pls + etc. ik this is very short and self indulgent .. i just needed to get it out of my head.

“I take s-some time off of work t-to— fuck! s’tight baby— take my girl on a cute lil’ date and she fuckin’ r-ruins it by runnin’ her little m-mouth off at me?” Caleb growled into your ear, hips smacking against your ass as his abs pressed against your sweaty back.

“O-oh, Caleb!” You whined before your eyes widened as you felt his arm warp around your throat— effectively trapping you in a headlock. Your gummy walls clenched down on his cock at the pressure of his arm pressing against your throat — not enough to hurt, but to make you lightheaded.

“Dumb f-fuckin’— shitshitshit s’good!— would’ve spoiled ya i-if you didn’t act like a d-damn brat,” he hissed, hips speeding their up their pace, clapping against the plump flesh of your ass with each thrust. Caleb bit down on the curve of your neck, arm still wrapped around your throat as he whined into your ear, “w-would’ve ate your cute pussy out ‘n everythin’..” you gasped as he slipped his free hand down to rub at your clit, the cold metal making your pussy gush around his fat cock. Fuck, your cunt was practically milking him dry.

Caleb’s grip tightened around you, another growl escaping his chest, “but no, you wanted to act like a fuckin’ bratty little princess instead. Now your poor pussy is paying the price, yeah?” He flicked his mechanical thumb at your clit— making you pant and claw at the arm around your throat.

He grinned, a mischievous expression lacing his handsome features as he whispered in your ear— “but I know you like it… like being fucked like a slut by your gege’s big cock, hmm?”

note.. hi 😇 been a while

RINTAROU SUNA x gn!reader

c/w: smau, cursing, set in time-skip, suna is lowkey (?) down bad and kinda cringe idk lol, mentions of alcohol, angst (?), bad pick-up line, suna is a loser, sorry if I missed some

a/n: a silly little short idea that came to life through a particular text I received irl and the discord server saying it's high school suna coded (tho I changed it to time-skip suna lol) and I hope you'll enjoy !!

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in which rintarou suna got your socials through your friend atsumu..

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Hey, do you by any chance have an account on AO3 named as colonelgoober? I'm asking you this because I found your fic Heart of Glass on that account. I would be upset if that account isn't yours and still uploaded my favorite masterpiece.

Yep. I'm colonelgoober on Ao3!