I can fix him!

Him in question:

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shoutout to fanfiction and fanfic writers

Thank you to all the authors who give me such wonderful treasures I can not take to all the therapy I'm avoiding.

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My Sasuhina Fanfic Recs Masterlist

I have been rediscovering my fixation on sasuhina these past few months so i figure i'll make a list on everything i found on ao3 and ffn since all the other recs i found on the internet are from years ago. Enjoy! I'll update this.

Summary: Sasuke came back from a year long mission to find that Naruto and Hinata had divorced and nothing was ever the same again. As Sasuke tries to help Hinata come to terms with a devastating, life-changing event - denial, resistance, submission - they're unaware that these are also the steps they must take to find each other's hearts. 

Post-War.

This one has NaruHina background in it but that what makes it interesting. Very well written and it's so refreshing to read post-war fanfic where Sasuke is somewhat healed and willing to seek a new purpose in his life. One of the other thing that i especially love in post-war sasuhina fanfic is the journey on how he discover love and attraction and this author presented it very well and in a subtle way so the relationship between SH develop slowly (the best way for this pair). Actualy i found their interaction quite funny because in this story Sasuke trying his best to court hinata but he obviously has no idea how so you could imagine haha. Hinata in this story is very broken and a bit reluctant to enter a new relationship. We'll learn the reason along the way and i promise the author handled the heavy topic very well. As in many SH fanfics, i wouldn't called it exactly character bashing, but yeah Naruto and Sakura is behaving quite messy in this. But i think it makes sense and not over the top. They aren't a bad person, they're just behaving in regards of situations and choices that presented to them. Naruto and Hinata here actually has chemistry. Naruto isn't just a total jerk that just blatanly hurt her, no, their separation is very complicated and hurt both of them. The other side characters are also very well written like Hanabi here is very competent adult and yet she still behave like a pesty little sister to Hinata.

Another thing that i could note is how the author wrote the overall ambience of the story like where the scene take place, what they're wearing, etc. I can't describe it very well but it's just so.... serene like if you ship SH you would understand.

2. Forced Paths by MarsForce

Summary: In an alternative universe of ninja and swordsmen the clans are trying to perceive their existence and grow their strength. The Hyuga heiress and the Uchiha successor are placed in the centre of it.

Samurai AU.

Arranged marriage is a very common trope in SH stories but among tons of fics that i' ve read not many could delivered it very well. Sometimes it's just plain boring or too cliche. But this is one of the few that done it very well. The story is placed in edo (ish) samurai clans settings so clan politics is a major point in this story. World building and characterisation is done very well. There's so much thing to unpack so it's definetely gonna keep you interested.

Even though it doesn't necesarilly a battle-focused story, i feel like if you're looking for strong-Hinata story this one is probably one of the best that i could reccomended. Sasuke's attitude in the beginning is very distasteful omg he's so embarassing i swear but he'll redeemed himself i promise. This an AU so of course things are gonna be a little bit different but it still retain the dynamics of both hyuuga and uchiha clan. Like how Hinata is deemed inadequate as an heir, how Sasuke always felt inferior than Itachi, how hard he try to impress his father, etc. This story also deals with patriarchy, we could see how it affect many of the characters and how they deal with that especially Hinata. Her character developement is very satisfying. I like how the author build up the relationship between the two and how it's not just about the romance but how they develop as an individual.

3. Midnight by MarsForce

Summary: What good is power when it comes too late to save your loved-ones. What remains after?

Post-War.

Do you ever feel not quite content with the way how Hinata react towards Neji's death in canon? Well i do. Given her personality and how their relationship developed i feel like she would not take his death lightly. This story explore exactly that. It shows us how Hinata and Sasuke deals with grief. The pararel between them and how they together they try to overcome it. The author really hit the nail with how they desribe how Hinata feel about how she should continue living knowing she's alive because someone sacrifice his life for her. The immense guilt and hollowness that she felt. It's very sad, i remember crying on every chapter the fisrt time i read it hahaha.

4. After by Marsforce

Summary: The last Great Ninja war ended eight years ago, giving time to a world of peace. Sasuke returns back to Konoha, where Hinata Uzumaki is Hinata Hyuga again.

Post-War.

Hinata is not the usual shy and timid Hinata that you would find in other stories. Some people maybe find it OOC but i personaly think that characters behave according to the circumtances that happened in their life so as long as it written well enough it would still makes sense to me. The story start with sasuke coming back to the village pretty much not knowing what to do with his life and how he try to found out about how his bestfriend's marriage ended. Both Hinata and Sasuke is very stubborn. Hinata is very closed off and her divorce is like a mistery that clouded and kind of torn of the bonds between characters in the story. We're gonna see how sasuke unveil the mistery of the divorce little by little and how he's unknowingly involved in it. Don't read the comments if you don't want to get spoiled haha. Sasuke is also dealing with existensial crisis, he's not sure about what he's gonna do with his life and his clan. and oh this story also has Sasuke discover love and attraction. It's awkward and it's also kind of cute.

Like the other 2 stories from this author, this story contain many long paragraphs that explore how the characters feel. It slow burn and quite long but it's not boring at all.

5. How A Cat Became A Matchmaker by PianoCoat

Summary: Of all the people, the elders thought Uchiha Sasuke would be a good match for Hinata? Neji aggressively disagrees ... until Sasuke changes his mind. And now, under interesting circumstances, Neji has to figure out how to make these two click.

Post-War.

Again classic arrange marriage trope but with interesting twist to it. Neji is ALIVE! and he's being the over protective cousin that he is, spying on sasuke to make sure he's the match for Hinata. It's just so adorable, there's no grand plot but this author is just very good. I've read some of their stories and all of them is just so beautiful. It feels like i'm reading a shoujo story you know like the one that makes you giggling like a teenage girl.

6. Direct My Wrath by Emikka

[Uncomplete] Modern AU SasuHina, Itahina.

Miscommunication really fucked them up. This one is sooooo messy. The characters is not perfect and you're probably gonna hate Sasuke in this. But just keep going i promise there's a reason why he behave like that. It'swell written and it's interesting. The side characters are also well written and it's also quite funny in some parts. It's uncomplete and sasuke and hinata barely interacted so far, itahina on the othe side is also has very good chemistry.

7. UNDERBELLY by angel222you

Summary: After Hinata receives a top-secret mission to enter the belly of the beast—-the Uchiha Crime Syndicate—she learns that sometimes you have to go under it to get on top of it. Unfortunately, there might be more to life than simply following orders. This is a story about family, secrets, and the bonds that hold it all together.

Spy-Yakuza AU. Slight GaaHina.

The plot, world building, and characterisation is on point. Sasuke as a oyabun is just so hot even though he's a bit unhinged sometimes. Hinata is strong and smart even though she's still dealing with the same issues of being inadequate in front oh Hiashi's eyes. The dynamic between Hinata and Sasuke is full of tension and intrigue. We see how they try to figure out how they feel about each other while at the same time reaching their personal goals. This story has spy, yakuza, rich kids having fun, politics, romance, all the good stuff!

8. A Water Lily by theGeneralissimo

[Uncomplete] Post-War.

A very interesting take on how fragile the so called 'peace' after the war. I'm so sad that this is most probably abandoned. At this point (Chapter 11) there's really no romance developed between two yet but the plot itself is very interesting. It explore the civilian vs shinobi trope which is very unexplored in canon material. We see Hinata found herself in very difficult situations and how sasuke got tangled in it.

9. Recreant by wasuremonogatari

Summary: In the aftermath of Neji's death, Hinata's Byakugan evolved into an incredible force. Driven by struggle against power and her need to protect those around her, she joins the ANBU and distances herself from family and loved ones. Hinata embarks on a mission to retrieve Uchiha Sasuke where with a single glance, from Mangekyo Sharingan to Byakugan, a bond is created between the two.

[Uncomplete] Post-War.

In many stories that attempted to write Hinata as stronger shinobi, many failed and ended up making her character a one dimensional mary sue type of character. But this one able to execute it very well. It show us how shinobi is basically viewed as a weapon for their village. Their strength could easily viewed as a means to protect but also a threat at the same time. It also show us how that very power could destroy the life of its wielder.

The story definetly heading to some kind of fated bond between sasuke hinata but the recent chapters barely cover the first encounter between the two. I hope there's still hope for the author to continue this story.

10. She Holds The Cards by PianoCoat

Summary: Hinata was the messenger of the school, and messenger weren't really supposed to get their own letters. Apparently, Sasuke didn't get the memo.

High-School AU. Slight ShikaHina.

The prompt is very simple so i didn't expect the angst to hit that hard omg. The author just wrote it very well. Its so beautiful and poetic. I could feel all the emotions and feelings of the characters. It shows us the unrequited love between NaruHina. Hinata's feelings are so well described, her insecurity, shame, and pain. Sasuke is so... Sasuke. 

11. They Hold The World by PianoCoat

Summary: So it was out. She liked him, he liked her. No more need for secrets or subtleties. But if that were the case, then why did Hinata feel like things were getting harder? And Sasuke didn't help much with that, either. Sequel to 'She Holds the Cards'.

This is a continuation of “She Holds The Cards” and focused more on Sasuke’s background story. Again, a complex and touching story. There’s Itachi and Shisui here but maybe don’t expect some silly and wholesome siblings interaction :’) That’s all i got to say, just read it.

12. Endless Journey by Tingshui

Summary: "There is...nothing left that I can give you, Sasuke Kun." "Then, I want your misfortune."

This is a translated version from a Chinese fanfic. There’s some awkwardness here and there but for me personally it’s still enjoyable to read.

So we start with divorced NaruHina. Upon this separation Hinata retreats from his ex-husband, kids, friends and her clan. This then leads to some kind of relationship with Sasuke which is btw a very very reclusive person in this story despite being married and has a kid. Sasuhina doesn’t even have “official” relationships here, they barely touch, i don’t know how the author did it but the yearning especially on Sasuke’s side is so palpable. Just prepare to cry because i sure did cry a lot every time i reread this fic 😭

13. Love You Two by MrsMessy

Summary: Reeling from a discovery that shatters the façade of her fairy-tale romance, Hinata finds solace in the most unlikely person.

Hinata finding out the true nature of Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship is a very common prompt in s n s fanfic but i notice that in those fics usually Hinata is depicted as the bad person somehow??? even though she’s most of the time has no idea about their relationship in the first place and her love for Naruto is canonically so selfless.

I haven’t really dug deep into NaruHina fanfic so idk if there’s any NH fics that deals with this prompt but i found some in SH! I guess SH provides a unique angle where both Sasuke and Hinata could relate on how much they treasure Naruto. How they doubt themselves and the love that Naruto’s has for them. Which one is the true love? Could it be both?

Anyway in this fanfic, the moment when Hinata discovers her husband secret relationship and the event that happened afterward is so devastating 😭 looking at the tag i guess this story is heading into naruhinasasu so i’m really curious how NH would patch their relationship and how SH gonna develop.

imagining hurting children is sick and disgusting. If you're writing about raping kids, which means you're imagining raping kids, which means you want to rape kids. end of story.

So thought crimes still aren’t real and there’s still no real people being harmed because of someone’s fucked up thoughts.

I write about murders, that does NOT mean I actually want to murder real people. End of story.

nope.

if you imagine raping kids, you want to rape kids.

i cant believe this needs to be said like bro where are your parents? get off the internet.

I guess that means millions of people who write about fictional murders want to murder real people then 👍🏻

murder and child rape are two very different things and if you cant figure that imagining brutally traumatizing a child by raping them isnt the same as writing a murder novel then you need to be in jail. fucking hell. yall out here advocating for actual pedophiles. theres a special pit in purgatory for degenerate apes like you.

CSA victim here. I was molested as a kid AND I still write about fictional children getting SA’ed because it’s the way I cope and heal from my trauma. My therapist encouraged it. I stopped having nightmares and I finally felt like I was in control for once.

I still support these types of fics. And even IF someone actually WANTS to harm real children, then I still think it’s better to let them act on their urges through FICTIONAL characters instead of real children. You can be disgusted by it, but whether or not you like it, fanfiction cannot hurt anybody.

as an SA Victim, you don't represent us. You are not welcome. You are not accepted. Take your fetishization of children back to whatever cesspool you crawled from. Real SA Victims do not want you, we do not need you, you are not one of us.

Im done with this. You're all pathetic fucking freaks.

So it’s all “supporting victims” UNLESS the victims are not “perfect victims” the way you want them to be. Got it

Lmao anyway WRITE WHATEVER YOU WANT. Even if it’s fucked up. I promise you there is no “special pit in purgatory” for people who harm FICTIONAL characters

Okay, I tend to stay away from the discourse around age and all that with being anti censorship because, yeah, I’m a CSA victim. Talking about the topic of real harm to children in such a way makes me upset and uncomfortable because I understand it deeply, but also because it’s harm to real people. The fucking audacity that asshole has of implying that you can’t be or aren’t actually a victim or survivor of sexual assault because you like “bad fiction.”

Like, they literally did not give a reason for why writing about sexual assault and murder are two separate things, and why one can be fake and fantasy and the other can’t. Yes, they are different things! But both are still immoral and violent in real life.

In fiction? Man, who gives a shit? I know it’s the Puritanism built into Western culture, but why is writing about say, graphic torture okay, but the instant something sexual happens, then it should be a crime? Do y’all hear yourselves? You are actively perpetuating thought crime, sex negativity, and the idea that morality is about disgust rather than harm reduction.

Because no one is being fucking harmed by a fanfiction. Those characters you’re sending death threats and worse over do not exist. They cannot feel. The people you’re threatening and harassing though? Yeah, those are real people with their own thoughts and feelings.

I can’t say that a proshipper has ever caused me harm. I can say that anti shippers have. They claim to protect us victims of sexual assault, but then go around acting like there’s only one “right way” to be a victim/survivor, and that you’re either faking being a victim/survivor for liking “bad fiction” or that you deserved it. Proshippers will write their stuff and tag it, and so I can avoid topics that either squick me or full-on trigger me. But antis are over here making up the most messed up, graphic shit to say we get off to it, and don’t bother tagging it, or use horrific harassment tactics. Explain to me why it’s not okay to fantasize about a fictional character getting hurt but it’s okay to fantasize about hurting a real human being because you feel disgusted?

Also, yeah, I know I don’t speak for all victims/survivors, and have never stated that I do (people jump down my throat about this all the time. I’m trying to add my voice to the conversation but y’all want to silence us just like our abusers did), but it is dangerous to water down these terms. Writing about underage characters or relationships, even if they’re toxic and whumpy and have sexual assault, is not the same thing as CSAM or pedophilia and never can be. Because they are fucking fake. Istg the word fake has no meaning anymore.

How fucking dare you compare what harmed and traumatized me for life to a fucking fanfic. How fucking dare you.

You are allowed to be disgusted by certain topics in fiction. You’re allowed to be uncomfortable and disturbed and upset. Hell, maybe that’s what the author wants! (Ever considered that?) But disgust isn’t harm and disgust is not a good basis for morality. CSA isn’t immoral because it’s disgusting—it’s immoral because it causes harm.

I don’t read fics that have tags that will trigger me, but goddammit I am going to fight for the right for that to exist, because freedom of expression is important af! You are not in control of someone else’s thoughts and fantasies, and you are not hurt by someone else’s thoughts and fantasies. Actions are what cause harm, and writing a fanfic wherein a fictional character is harmed does not count as actual harm.

Why are you fighting harder for the rights of fictional people than real ones? Why are you expending energy pushing fascist ideals? Like, please take a step back and examine what it is you’re actually doing. Because you’re sure as hell not helping anyone, and you’re definitely not helping yourself.

Look, I didn’t like the book 1984. Hell, I can even say I hated it. But I am so fucking glad I read it, because wow, it’s getting more and more relevant.

So, please, stop pissing on the poor, read 1984, and stop throwing a fucking fit over the harm of fictional characters.

people getting mad at ao3 for rightfully being firmly against censorship and allowing dark fics that depict taboo subjects in explicit details to be on their platform is so funny to me because ao3 was created specifically to be a fuck you to capitalism and censorship. the point of ao3 is that it’s a place to host and archive any fanwork, which includes fanwork about taboo topics that are not allowed on other platforms like wattpad or fanfiction.net

the whole point of ao3 is that it’s a safe space for all fics, and that includes fics about taboo subjects

ao3 has always been firmly against censorship since the day it was created, that’s why it’s run by fans, for fans, on fans’ donations, why it’s a nonprofit organization, that’s also why it has no ads or algorithms or any of those capitalism bullshit

if you have a problem with that, go to fanfiction.net or wattpad. no one forces you to stay in the house made specifically for the (affectionate) freaks

Take that censorship

CHERRY FLAVOURED. damian wayne.

damian wayne x fem!jinx!reader

it had always been clear to you that in life, some people just had it better than others. no use sugarcoating it, that was just the way things were.

you saw it every day walking down the halls of Gotham High, metal bracelets clinking against each other with each swing of your arms, the thud of worn combat boots echoing off the floors. your uniform skirt was short enough to earn disapproving glances, more belt than actual clothing, making you stand out not only from the pristine, perfume-scented girls, but the guys too.

these people had their lives already mapped out in neat, expensive handwriting. they didn’t need to think outside the box, hell, most of them had never even opened the lid. living one safe, easy day at a time was enough for them. to their eyes, the world was perfect.

Gotham High’s stereotype was simple: it only bred two types of people, the rich, and the richer.

you’d always been good at breaking stereotypes, and this one had been the easiest yet. maybe it would’ve been harder if your “father”, a self-proclaimed scientist with more ego than sense, hadn’t managed to get himself obliterated by his own experiment.

there’s a saying about not speaking ill of the dead. but the dead can’t talk back, so what’s the harm?

damian wayne liked breaking stereotypes too.

just… not as much as you did.

he’d step outside the lines, sure, but only if he decided it was worth it. he was a curious bat, but the type to open the box only if you told him not to. because, really when had damian wayne ever listened to anyone else’s rules?

the young man spoke four languages fluently, was top of his class, and was skilled in more martial arts than you cared to count. raised as a weapon, and fully aware of it.

stereotypes didn’t mean much to him. he liked breaking them. he liked breaking things in general, always certain he could put them back together.

it was different with you.

you came to him already broken, jagged in all the wrong places, and you didn’t want to be fixed. you were comfortable in the pain, like it was an old jacket you refused to throw away.

and even though he’d never admit it, it scared him.

the recklessness. the thoughtlessness.

so he started protecting you in a way that didn’t cage you, a way that let you keep the dangerous freedom you’d fought for your whole life but had only barely managed to touch.

It became a ritual: walking you home. He hated the sight of you weaving down the sidewalk, earbuds crammed in so tight they probably hurt, blasting some rock song loud enough to be heard halfway down the street.

he hated even more the way men would watch you pass, eyes tracking the swing of your skirt, waiting for the wind or your own steps to give them more than they deserved.

so he’d wait by your locker until the bell rang and the trust fund kids poured out of Gotham High like they had somewhere better to be.

as usual, you were held up.

damian stood, patient but watchful, as you argued animatedly with a teacher, no doubt over the ripped black tights you wore. they’d been labeled “provocative” before, but they only became a real issue after some idiot decided to hook his fingers through one of the tears and drag you onto his lap.

the “idiot” came to school the next week in a neck brace. no proof, of course. but everyone knew.

“hey, boy wonder!”

your cheerfully mocking voice snapped him from his thoughts.

he sighed. “how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

he still didn’t know how you’d figured out the robin thing, but you wouldn’t tell anyone and no one at this school was smart enough to put the pieces together anyway.

you sighed back at him in a perfect imitation, falling back into his chest. “don’t know. don’t care.” plucking a piece of gum into your mouth, and reaching up to his to give him his own peace.

he didn’t answer, lips wrapped around the tips of your fingers, giving you that unreadable look one corner of his mouth twitching up almost imperceptibly. his arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close into his warmth.

the walk from Gotham High to your current foster home was long, especially in Gotham’s bone-deep winters. but no matter how many excuses you threw out, damian walked you there every day, even if it was the complete opposite direction of his own home.

you’d never admit it, but you liked these walks. it was the only time of day that felt… still. that felt yours.

you didn’t know everything about him. he didn’t know everything about you. but he knew your tells.

the way you rolled your bracelets on your wrist to ground yourself when he wasn’t there, the way each shift in your hair color was an attempt to reclaim some control. he knew the pink in your eyes brightened when the shimmer in your blood started pulling at your nerves, making your hands twitch. he knew when to pull you in and when to leave you alone, even when it went against every instinct to step back.

“oooh, look at that,” you said suddenly, pointing a blue-nailed finger toward a newly pasted concert poster.

he made a sound somewhere between a hum and a tch.

“jeez, could you be any more boring?” you wriggled out from under his arm, walking ahead.

he stayed back just long enough to snap a picture of the poster… and a quick candid of you. he knew you’d hit him for it later, but you’d still ask him to send it to you.

when he caught up, you gave him a pointed glare. “you know, most people at least pretend to be sneaky when they take pictures.”

“you’d ruin the shot if i warned you.”

your hand flew to your chest, faux-offended. “so you admit I’m photogenic.”

“that wasn’t a compliment.”

“sure it wasn’t,” you hummed. “bet you’ve got a whole folder of your ‘non-compliments’ saved.”

he didn’t deny it. which told you everything.

by the time you reached your block, the air had turned sharp enough to sting. you slowed down without meaning to, and of course, damian noticed.

“you’re doing it again,” he said quietly.

“doing what?”

“making the walk last longer.”

you smirked. “maybe I just like your company, boy wonder.”

“i prefer to think of it as keeping the streets safe from you.”

“oh, please. without me, this city would be boring. crime rates would drop out of pure disappointment.”

he gave you that sidelong look, the one that made you feel like he could see straight through your skull. “you inspire something. not sure fear is the right word.”

“careful, damian. sounds like you think i’m irresistible.”

“i was going to say troublesome. but if the shoe fits…” he shrugged.

you stopped walking, forcing him to stop too. “did you just call me irresistible?”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

hesighed, like you were exhausting but worth it. “insufferable. that was the word i was looking for—”

“—they’re very similar words,” you cut in nodding, your cold hands slipping into his.

he didn’t let go. “right exactly. unfortunately.”

“not what you said last night,” you teased.

the words “about last night” hung in the air like a live wire between them. you’d said it so casually, like it hadn’t been replaying in damian’s head for hours, the memory into him as vividly as the moonlight that had spilled across his bedroom floor.

last night had been trouble from the second you tapped on his window.

he’d been sketching, alone, in the clean precision of his room, walls lined with books and sharpened blades and then there was you. perched on the sill like sin dressed in ripped tights and smudged eyeshadow, hair falling tangled around your smirk.

“miss me?” you’d whispered, slipping in without waiting for an answer. you smelled faintly like smoke and something sweet he couldn’t place.

he’d told you it was a bad idea. “what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t just show up here.” his tone was sharp, but his eyes had already softened.

you’d only tilted your head, stepping close enough that your knees brushed. “what, afraid daddy might walk in?” you teased, voice low, wicked. the word daddy had made him flinch, not because you were wrong, but because bruce would kill him.

damian had locked the door anyway.

you’d kissed him then, quick, like you were testing the air before pulling back with that sly little grin. he hated how easily you got under his skin. one second, he was trying to keep his guard up; the next, his hands were in your hair and your back was pressed to his desk.

the night had been slow and charged, every movement deliberate. you straddling his lap in the chair, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. him trying not to make a sound when your lips brushed that spot beneath his ear. his mind screaming that bruce could knock any second, his pulse screaming louder that he didn’t care.

you’d ended up tangled together on his bed, knees knocking, your laugh muffled into his chest. when you finally left, slipping back out into the Gotham night, his room smelled like you. It still did.

now, in the present, he was standing in the cold alley of the convenience store next to the hose you were staying at, watching you lean against the brick wall pulling him closer by his uniform tie, like the whole world was your audience. his chest felt tight, a dangerous mix of irritation and longing.

you remembered every second of last night, and like you knew he was replaying it too.

that flicker in his eyes told you you’d hit your mark.

one step, and you were pressed harder against the wall, his hand curling at the back of your neck, mouth on yours not soft, not sweet. heated. certain.

you didn’t even realize your hands had fisted in his jacket until he finally pulled back, breath warm against your lips.

“happy now?”

You pretended to think. “six out of ten.”

that earned you a dangerous-sounding laugh. “six— you know what, careful what you ask for.”

you smirked, brushing his lips once more before stepping away. “guess we’ll see if you can improve your score tomorrow, wayne.”

“get inside before I tell start listing off the reasons that,” he point at your uniform skirt. “—is ridiculous.”

“yeah, yeah, acting as if you don’t like it,” you scoffed, but his eyes flickered toward your street, dark with something unspoken.

he didn’t wanna let you go.

so he stalled.

“you have lipgloss on your cheek,” he said after a beat.

before you could wipe it away, his thumb brushed slow over your skin, his gaze locked on yours.

“gone?” you asked.

his mouth curved. “not exactly.”

“you’re messing with me.”

“always.”

you shoved at his chest, useless since he barely moved, tilting his head back to chuckle, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you.

you kissed your teeth making a tch sound, and muttered something about him being an asshole.

“and yet,” he said as you both started walking again, “you love me.”

you didn’t answer.

couldn’t answer.

not yet.

but you knew one thing everything felt better with him. even the chaos. especially the chaos.

@ scarsoncherryglass 2025. reposts, likes, and comments are very appreciated!

note: umm so if this sucks leave me alone i’ve been awake all night cs im flying home this is js an intro ok let me live, thanks!!

‘Fur-tility Clinc’ : LADS Hybrid AU

Warnings: Smut, Omegaverse, Hybrid AU, Breeding, Knotting, Feline anatomy lesson, mounting, biting, rough smex, mating for life, animalistic description of mating, restraints, multiple rounds, monster fudging.

A/n: Last Kinktober post! I changed the prompt because I like this idea a smidge better. They are made for each individual LI but maybe in the future I will do a ‘Free for All’. Enjoy!

⋆˚🐾˖° XAVIER

Your ears press flat against your head, trembling as the nurse leads you deeper into the sterile white halls of Deepspace Laboratories. The contract you signed flashes in your mind—“Test Mate for Hybrid Compatibility." At the time, it had seemed like a way out. Free housing, tuition covered. All they asked in return was to let some pure-bred hybrid claim you as their temporary mate for a Rut.

As the door at the end of the hall looms closer, frosted glass etched with “Subject 11-7" in bold lettering makes your tail twitch restlessly.

The nurse punches a code into the keypad before offering what’s meant to be a reassuring smile.

“Don't worry. He's been very...eager for this."

The door slides open with an ominous hiss.

The air inside the containment room is thick with the musky, fevered scent of rut. Cloying and heavy, clinging to your lungs the moment you step in. And there, slumped against the far wall with his back turned, is Xavier.

You hadn’t read too much on his profile. He came from a good family, wealthy too. Evidently his father found it hard to find a proper mate for his son. His father just shoved Xavier and a handsome donation forward and let nature run its course.

His normally pristine white ears are flushed pink at the tips, twitching erratically as he grips his own thighs hard enough for claws to draw faint crescents through his thin gown. When he finally turns his head towards the door, his pupils are blown wide into dark voids barely rimmed by silvery blue.

“Who…?”His voice is hoarse his as nostrils flare taking in your scent. Bunny, like him. A shudder wracks through him before he whimpers.

“Smell so good…”

His eyes snap to the nurse, begging her to leave already. “You may go." He snarls, claws digging into metal when she doesn't move immediately. “I said. Go."

With a sharp bow she turns to leave, the door sliding shut with a final whoosh behind her. That's all the warning you get before Xavier is pouncing.

Rabbit Hybrids were notorious for two things:

Breeding and stamina.

Xavier had barely given your pretty cunt a sniff before he determined the slick dripping onto the medical cot was enough for him. His muscled frame, where more Hybrids of your kind were soft and plump, was hunched over you.

You’d lost count after the third time he filled you up. “Haaa…c-c’mon you can take it. It is not even-hngggg!-s’not even dripping yet.” He pants into your fluffy ear.

You whine face first into the pillows. His hips snap at a rate that makes you believe he’s part Cheetah instead of prey. Sticky strings of mixed cum connect your body. The smell of sex and desperation has long since seeped into the walls.

Your own long, floppy ears were caked in his saliva and sweat. Your fertile little womb would no doubt be perfect for all of his kits.

“Ah, please! Pleasepleaseplease-“ He’s pleading into your sweat soaked nape. “Gotta take it, my sweet Bunny. Gonna stuff y’so full.” His powerful haunches are balanced on both feet. The hands on your hips give you leverage and he’s drilling your cum soaked walls.

His feet thump against the creaky bed, desperate noises also signal another fast approach.

You squeal like you’ve been wounded, and a strong hand cups the back of your neck. “Doin’ so good. Pretty Bunny. Mmmm, feel s’hot. Here it comes, here it f-“ He cuts himself off as another load is pumped into your eager walls.

You don’t get a single second between rounds. Just a praise and a chaste kiss to the cheek before his fingers clamp around your cotton tail and drags you back onto his twitching cock.

⋆˚🐾˖° RAFAYEL

Your heart pounds as the nurse leads you deeper into the halls of Deepspace Laboratory, her heels clicking against the linoleum. Your feathers are slicked tight to your body in nervous submission, wings tucked close as your tail flattens against your back. Every instinct screaming that you’re walking into something far bigger than just a simple volunteer study.

The nurse stops abruptly at a door labeled TESTING CHAMBER - MATING COMPATIBILITY, her voice is unnervingly cheerful.

“You'll be paired with Subject Z-28 today! He’s quite…picky with his evaluations, but don’t worry. He’s been cleared for interaction." She doesn’t meet your eyes as she swipes her keycard. “Just remember, this is the comparability for interbreeding.”

Ah yes. The infamous, Mute Swan Hybrids, who are far more quiet than their counterparts Black Swans who honk and demand.

The door slides open with a quiet hiss, revealing a dimly lit chamber that smells faintly of saltwater and ink. And there, perched elegantly on the edge of an artificial pond, is Subject Z-28.

Rafayel.

A Black Swan Hybrid.

His obsidian feathers gleam under the sterile lab lights, contrasting starkly against his pale skin and those unnerving, piercing sunset eyes. His long legs are folded gracefully beneath him, almost lazily.

“Oh?" His voice is a melodic hum laced with amusement as he tilts his head. His black feathers rustling with the movement as if laughing at you silently.

“They sent me a little white swan?”* His slender fingers tap idly against knee before adding in faux sympathy, that does nothing hide sheer delight dancing behind his pretty iris.

“How cruel~.”

The Swan.

A bird of beauty, elegance, and loyalty who mates for life.

As his cock slides through a mess of slick and neatly trimmed hair, Rafayel might as well be all three as he moves over you.

His wings spread out like a sheltering cocoon of ink around your body, tail feathers fanning in a curtain to shield you both from the sterile, cold world outside.

He presses closer, lips grazing your collarbone as feathers rustle to brush against your cheek. “You spread so beautifully around me.”

He looks between your shaking thighs. His pretty perfect cock slides into awaiting wet folds. Your body accommodates immediately, desperately trying to milk him already. Your knees are pressed to your chest and spread out. Pretty white wings and feathers create an outline of your body. Like a fallen angel.

The grace in Rafeal’s movements is unparalleled. A dance that borders on hypnotizing as he moves. Each feather that grazes your skin is just the slightest touch of fire-hot silk, teasing and promising and never enough.

The way he rolls his hips is sinful. A sin you know you'll gladly sink down into willingly.

He doesn't move like a man; he moves like a God.

Your hips rise to meet each eager thrust. Where your moans of pleasure are quiet, his grunts and growls overpower them. It was absolutely true that Black Swans were so much louder than their counterparts.

But when it came to desperation, you were gushing over his length in mere minutes. His neck leans down, encircling your own as he feels how desperately you clench around his length.

Praise.

Rafayel loves praise. It fuels that ego of his like little else.

He growls against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse point, tasting the tension in that vein before dragging his tongue up your neck. "Cum for me, pretty girl."

And when your orgasm hits, so does the praise.

"So beautiful. So perfect. You are all the stars in my sky, the sun in my sky, and the very breath of my lungs." He's still fucking you through your peak, slow and steady, riding you through it. "And now I'm never letting you go. My muse.”

Because even a God can be selfish.

And Rafayel is nothing if not greedy when it comes to what's His.

There is absolutely so many feathers around the examination room that it looks like a poor pillow has been torn to shreds afterwards.

⋆˚🐾˖° ZAYNE

Your footsteps echo down the stark white hall as the nurse in front of you leads you to the hybrid labs. The sterile, antiseptic smell that fills the air leaves a slight burn in your nostrils. An ever present reminder where you are.

Your ears lower and your tail sways nervously behind you. You can't help but wonder what the people conducting the tests will think of you. What does this test even involve? You were barely given any information about the details as you signed the waiver, your eyes barely skimming the fine print.

Your species was known for being fast and powerful. But right now you felt reduced to a tamed house cat being led inside by treats.

The nurse stops in front of a nondescript door on the left, swiping their keycard. The door hisses open and she gestures you forward.

"In here."

Anxiety buzzes under your skin. You take a steadying breath, trying to calm yourself, and step inside.

The room beyond is brightly lit, every corner filled with a dizzying assortment of medical equipment. A single examination table is in the center of the room.

"Remove your clothing and hop on the table."

You did so happen to at least catch the part where your Doctor, would be your fellow test subject. A Hybrid desperately looking for someone to soothe his insufferable Ruts.

A Snow Leopard Hybrid.

The moment the door slides open again, your nose flares, overwhelmed by a scent so potent it makes your vision swim.

Spiced cedarwood. Frost-kissed musk. And beneath it all, something primal, something that burns straight through whatever suppressants he’s clearly drenched himself in.

The doctor’s gloved fingers flex at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to claw something apart, maybe himself.

When those sharp hazel eyes finally land on you, his pupils overtake every inch of his eyes.

Your species was known for its speed, but Zayne moves too fast for even you. It wasn’t a total surprise when your drooling face was shoved into the paper cover of the examination bed.

The stretch from his cock took little more than a few seconds before your body accepted him. His glasses fog when he presses balls-deep in your slick hole. You want to be snarky, to say something about introductions but the slow drag out of his cock has you wailing.

The first drag inside you is a white-hot shock, barbs catching on your walls in a way that makes your whole body jerk beneath him. It's not pain, not exactly—just an overwhelming stretch-and-catch sensation that has your claws scrabbling against the examination table for purchase as Zayne’s hips snap forward with predatory precision.

Every backward pull of his cock tugs, every thrust back in sends those ridged barbs scraping deliciously over tender inner walls. He’s stimulating nerves you didn't even know existed until now. Your thighs tremble violently, breaths coming in shallow pants as he fucks into you with single-minded intensity.

When one rough snap of his hips grinds those barbs deep against your cervix, you roar. Your vision is spotting at the edges from overstimulation while Zayne’s grip on your hips turns near-bone crushing.

“Ovulate." His voice is guttural, jagged around the edges like speaking takes all his effort amidst the all-consuming need driving him forward.

Judging by the way your slick drips thicker down your thighs, it’s easy to tell you were in fact fertile.

This isn't how he intended it, he meant for this to be a careful, scientific test between Hybrids. He never expected his animalistic side to take over like this, leaving nothing behind except raw, primal need.

But there's no denying the way the animal inside him growls in satisfaction as he sees a mate in this vulnerable, submitting state underneath him.

His fangs glisten in the blue light before sinking into the junction between your neck and shoulder. You seize up, baring your own fangs but his body shadows yours. Lithe muscle and strong arms pinning you to the bed as his cock throbs inside.

He brings a hand up into your hair, wraps it around his fist and shoves your face first into the bed. The pure domination has your walls fluttering around his cock, gummy walls welcoming his seed.

You obviously knew where you were staying for the next 3 to 5 days.

⋆˚🐾˖° CALEB

You follow the nurse down the hall of the Linkon Medical Center, your tail tucked so tight to your body you're nearly stepping on it.

You need the money the Lab is offering for this test mate program. The bills are piling up at home and college tuition is killing you. But just being in the building is enough to make your stomach twist painfully. The place smells sterile and medical and cold, nothing like the fresh air and wide open countryside you grew up in.

Sheltie Hybrids, or any Hybrid that was meant to be out in farm land, hated cooped up places like this. At least you knew your potential Mate was canine. And a high ranking officer at that.

Your Sire would be proud.

That thought alone makes your ears perk up just slightly. A high-ranking canine, maybe even one from a good bloodline, the kind your sire would brag about at the weekly livestock auctions.

The nurse pauses outside a heavy steel door, inputting a code with brisk efficiency before turning to you with an expression that’s not unkind but far from reassuring.

“Subject X-9 is waiting inside," she says, voice clinical as she gestures for you to enter. “He’s been prepped and briefed on the procedure."

Procedure. Like this is some experiment instead of what it really is, a desperate gamble for survival disguised as "mating compatibility testing."

The moment the doors slide open, you’re met with the sharp, commanding presence of Caleb.

He’s not just a colonel in uniform. He’s all predator.

Belgian Shepherd Hybrid genetics have sharpened his already lethal frame into something even more dangerous, tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a warhound bred for combat. His fur is a deep sable-black along his arms and back, fading into rich amber at his chest where it blends seamlessly with skin.

Twin ears prick forward atop his head as he turns to face you fully and those purple eyes are no longer just piercing, they glow faintly in the dim light like wildfire behind glass.

He circles closer, sniffing once at your scent before rumbling. “Sheltie." He stares it like it’s not common knowledge to you. "Small. Nervous."

You try to harden your voice and clench your fist. “I-I ain’t afraid of you…” that cute southern twang makes Caleb bark out a laugh.

“That accent’s gonna get you in trouble here, little sheepdog," he chided, smirking when your ears flick back at the nickname. “Sounds too sweet for a place like this."

His thumb brushes over the line of your jaw.

“But keep lying about not being scared and I might just believe you.”

The moment his weight pins you down, your bravado crumbles.

Caleb looms over you, all thick muscle and dark fur, those glowing purple eyes locked onto yours as he growls, “Gonna take it all, Sheltie. Every inch."

You whimper, squirming under him as the blunt head of his cock pushes against your entrance. Too big, too much. Your tail flattens beneath you in submission.

"T-Tight—!" Your voice cracks when he notches himself deeper with a single ruthless roll of his hips. “C-Caleb—please—!"

Caleb IS a gentleman under all that military precision and ego.

"Shhh, easy..." He nuzzles against the side of your neck. "Breathe with me." He exaggerates his own breaths, chest rising and falling slowly until you begin to match him without thinking.

His free hand slips between your bodies, fingers circling where you’re stretched tight around him, flicking your clit, coaxing with deliberate strokes until the tension bleeds from your thighs bit by bit.

The moment his instincts fully take over, everything changes.

One second, Caleb is murmuring praise into your ear. And the next his claws dig into your hips. His teeth graze the back of your neck in warning when you squirm too much.

"F-Fuck—!" His voice breaks mid-thrust when his knot starts to swell at the base of his cock, stretching you even wider on the next push inside. For all his dominance just seconds ago, now he’s pleading. "N-Not yet—! Gotta… gotta knot ya properly first…!"

But biology doesn’t care about pride or rank or control, his hips jerk forward involuntarily as that thick bulge catches against your rim again and again until finally.

It pops inside.

And just like that? The proud Belgian Shepherd Hybrid collapses over your back with a shuddering groan, knot locked deep as hot cum floods into every last inch of your heat.

⋆˚🐾˖° SYLUS

Deepspace Labs - Breeding Wing, Sector 7

A heavy, metal collar rests against your throat. Sleek black and etched with glowing runes meant to suppress, not protect. Your claws twitch at your sides; the scent of antiseptic burns your nose.

They call this place sanctuary. A last-ditch effort to save a dying species through controlled reproduction.

“Subject D-7." The lead researcher’s voice crackles over the intercom as steel doors hiss open before you. “Proceed to Chamber Alpha for mate introduction."

Your tail lashes, a reflex of agitation, before you step forward into dim lighting that does little to hide the silhouette waiting across from you on raised platform.

He's massive, wider than any hybrid they’ve shown before, with horns curled back in sharp crescents and wings folded tight against his spine

His voice rumbles through chamber walls straight into your bones. “So, you’re my little salvation?"

The hybrid before you is Sylus, a name whispered in scientific reports like a myth, now flesh and scale in front of you.

It’s his eyes that scorch the most: crimson-bright and slit-pupiled, locked onto you with unnerving focus. The horns arching back from his forehead are obsidian-sharp; one wrong move and they could gut a man clean through.

“You smell nervous." His tongue clicks against roof of his mouth. "Don't be. I don't bite...unless you ask nicely.”

The scientists move quickly to prepare you both for breeding.

“Standard precautions," the lead researcher mutters as they fasten reinforced cuffs around Sylus' wrist. They strap a muzzle over his jaws just in case.

A collar hums to life around his throat, pulsing with containment runes meant to suppress fire-breath just like yours.

For you, they clip blunt caps over your claws and inject a muscle relaxant "to prevent aggressive reflexes."

Your eyes catch the gleaming lights of the cameras around you. Watching and studying.

The restraints shatter the second they lock the chamber doors. Black scales ripple over straining muscle as Sylus rises from the platform.

The muzzle dangles uselessly from one claw before being flicked aside like an afterthought; containment runes on his collar fizzle out beneath a fresh wave of smoke curling past his lips.

"Poor thing," he purrs. "All restrained for me, as if I’d ever let them keep you like this." A claw traces along the caps on your claws before he picks off each one.

His wings flare wide, blocking the cameras viewing ports.

The moment his cock presses against your entrance, you feel the burn. Scalding heat and ridges that shouldn’t exist. It’s thick, intentionally stretching you with every inch he feeds into your body. The tapered tip flaring slightly at the base in a way that makes your walls spasm instinctively around him.

Sylus hisses through his fangs, smoke puffing from his nostrils as he bottoms out finally "Tight," he rasps, "Perfect little mate."

His cock pulses inside you like it has its own heartbeat. The drag of textured scales along oversensitive nerves makes your thighs shake—

"—Again." He snaps his hips forward without mercy, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that rumbles. “Scream louder. Let them hear what they tried to cage."

From the first snap of his hips, your body betrays you, reacting on some primal, draconic level that no amount of lab-engineered suppressants could stifle. Your claws shred through the restraints like paper, talons scrabbling against the steel table.

The scientists panic, shouting muffled orders behind soundproof glass as the monitors blare alarms.

“She's supposed to be docile! The serum was—"

But they were fools. They'd assumed female dragons were safer, softer, more manageable.

Yet here you are: wings ripping free from their straps in a violent snap of membrane and scale, pupils thinning to predatory slits as you arch into Sylus’ thrusts with a snarl that rattles the observation glass.

Your tail lashes wildly before coiling around his thigh in an instinctive claim. The feverish need to clench, to take, to lock him deep until he spills everything into your womb overrides every lab-bred inhibition they tried stitching into your DNA.

The scientists thought wrong. You were never tamed. Now they realize too late what monsters they’ve really caged together.

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