#⊰Mysterious Visitor⊱ Anonymous

[occamstfs]

No Need to Apply

Here is my 1K special! Though admittedly it is nothing much out of the ordinary- Thanks to everyone who submitted prompts but especially the anonymous suggestion that spurred this transformation of a desperate twink into a cocky slob! -Occam

Brock really needed a lucky break. He had been staying with his ex since they ended it, but now that he’s sleeping with someone it’s clear that Brock needs to get his own place. Unfortunately the market is not being quite so accommodating to his urgent needs. Given that he is now to be living alone it’s evident he also needs the place on the cheap. He had been denied all reasonable accommodations that he could afford and was beginning to contemplate moving back in with his parents when he suddenly received an email from an apparent realtor he’d never met.

It was an invitation to an open house at some ritzy downtown apartment that he was sure was out of his price range. Rather than just tossing it to his spam folder though, he finds himself looking at the handful of images with a voracity, whether it’s simple curiosity or a fantasy to have such clearly luxurious housing Brock reads through the whole listing. Reaching the end of the invitation and looking at the specs he finds the rent impossibly labeled as just under half his monthly paycheck.

Nearly spitting up coffee all over himself in shock, Brock’s eyes flutter to find exactly when and where this open house was. Surely the demand for this place would box him out but god wouldn’t it be nice to just check it out and dream. He sends an RSVP and far too quickly the realtor, Lucas, thanks him for his prompt response, wishes him well, and signs off saying see you soon. Brock went about the rest of his day as normal, if not a little cheerier than he’s been for some time as he keeps finding his mind drift to that almost-too-perfect apartment’s view over the city.

Fortunately off from work the next day, Brock took the bus to the open house, stopping by his favorite cafe that just so happens to be nearby. He grabs a drink and finds himself preoccupied with thoughts of what a convenience, what a windfall, this break would be. He heads inside and takes the elevator up to the suite and hesitates before entering at the door. Odd that there is no one else here, he double checks the room and floor and puts his ear to the door to see if perhaps other visitors are inside already.

In his untrained attempt to eavesdrop he puts his weight squarely against the door, pushing it open and stumbling in, nearly spilling his coffee over the pristine floors as he crosses the threshold into the apartment. Light streams in through the blinds, only magnifying the manicured state of the spotless room around him. The floor is clean enough to see his reflection, mouth agape, staring at how impossibly clean the apartment is. The only record at all that the place had ever been lived in is the furniture that had clearly been procured by someone of great means, though one lacking any critical eye or desire for design. He sees framed posters of some real red flag movies near a large TV and some sports trophies lined on a shelf. Brock can’t help but wonder what could cause someone to leave such personal artifacts behind and feels a chill in the air. 

He wanders away from the entrance to stand at the large windows, his phone ringing as he takes in the view of his town. Answering without checking the ID he hears a man’s voice he doesn’t recognize. Though he knows this must be the mystery realtor on the line, “How do you like the place Brock?” he begins to reply before being cut off by Lucas, “Have you seen the view yet, it’s quite something else.” 

Brock feels something flicker through his mind as he gazes at the city blocks around him, below him. His eyes briefly catch on his reflection in the glass, though not long enough to see his eyelids droop slightly as he is able to reply, a tad slower than he usually likes to project, “uhh, yeah I know right, how could I not apply to live here? It’s almost too good to be true right?” There is another chill in the air and his body shivers before tensing up, shocking him back to reality and awareness to something strange afoot, “Excuse me actually, I’m so sorry, how did you get my phone number?”

Lucas clicks his tongue and speaks with an almost sickly sweet tone, “Now Brock come now, what can I do to get you to move in today?” Shaking his head in shock Brock is immediately, regardless of the clear sinister air to this man, he really cannot afford to pass up this chance. He clams up as he clambors to express interest, “No I uh! Of course I want the place, just send the lease over so I can read through it.” There is a real weight to Lucas’ words as Brock hears them, the cloying tone impressing itself on his mind, “Wonderful! That is all I needed to hear!”

It is suddenly dark in the apartment, but wasn’t he looking out the window? He can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed but he cannot see. Brock tries to move his head around to see, to feel anything, he strains his mind reaching for any muscle to flex, any tendon to pull, limbs to controt. He loses track of time and reality as he sits in the darkness, trying to grasp anything beyond his own consciousness, unable to affect anything. He feels his right hand move in a familiar way then he feels a warmth, almost a burning, completely engulfs it. He can almost see the shine of a smile, stark perfectly lined teeth that seem eerily inhuman and suddenly there is once more light. He gasps, coughs, and spits up over himself. Immediately grateful that he can feel anything at all. After feeling his body, and seeing the world almost entirely like it was before he lost consciousness, besides a copy of some contract with his name signed at the bottom.

He takes deep breaths feeling his lungs stretch and he starts to read whatever he has gotten himself into in that stupor. He reads the first few lines before he loses where he was on the page. Going again he finds his eyes suddenly dry, doing an uncharacteristically heavy blink that he can’t quite recall ever doing before and as he wonders this he again forgets his work on the contract. He slams his hand on the thigh in a rare show of aggression and gives it one last go. Brock makes even less progress this time as he is almost immediately overcome by a headache. As soon as he looks away from the sheet though, it disappears. 

Brock groans as he feels himself starting to lose control of his senses before he hears his stomach grumble, and he finds a purpose he can immediately resolve. He starts to the fridge, clearly something has happened, an episode or something, he can figure it out later, he just needs food in his stomach now. He doesn’t stop to realize that there should be no food in the fridge since no one’s been living there. Though he finds there is no need as in the fridge, under a note labeled: “To Help Moving In -Lucas,” Brock sees at least a week of prepped meals. The thought that this is bizarre beyond imagination, as well as the concern at his missing time, is immediately pushed from his mind as his stomach rumbles once more, his mouth watering as he sees his soon-to-be dinner.

Brock swiftly heats it up and begins to scarf it down, throwing something on the paying no mind or care to the thought that he’s using the account of whomever the previous tenant was. He quickly scans through seeing a handful of shows and movies that he wasn’t quite interested in before stumbling on a reality show he was watching with his Ex. He grimaces and almost loses his appetite as he thinks about his boyfriend for the first time in what feels like forever. He sets his meal down on the coffee table and crashes down onto the couch. He continues to stew in ire at his ex, palming his crotch as his feelings become more passionate. He rolls his eyes in irritation at himself and that jerk, he’s not going to masturbate to that asshole. 

He reclines in the couch and hears the sound of paper shifting in the cushions, pulling it out he finds a crusted magazine lodged in the couch. What can he do besides shout “what the fuck” and toss it across the room. How could they have possibly missed that in their cleaning? Brock’s eyes shift across the room suspiciously, though he notices nothing amiss as the room is illuminated by only the television. He looks at his hand that grabbed the porn and blushes, wanting to joke about the absurdity to calm himself down. Though his body makes its priorities known once more as his cock pulses and he looks past to see the magazine once more. He did want to masturbate to anyone besides his ex right? 

He shuffles to pick it up, the discomfort and anxiety from handling something covered in a total strangers cum only heightens his pleasure as he sits back down. He grimaces as he sees this is a real hetero-bullshit magazine, he quickly flips through to find something he can work with. His cock keeps demanding his attention as he flips through, almost impatiently pulsing as if to suggest he doesn’t need the magazine at all, just give it your attention. Though soon enough he finds an ad for some protein powder made to emasculate the reader into buying, that almost immediately helps him lose control. 

Soon after he once more fades from consciousness, his cum joining the plethora of other stains in the magazine as he tosses it behind the couch. He finds himself in a darkness that this time feels almost familiar and pleasurable. He once more feels his hand, this time though it is wet and warm. He feels it scratching in briefs that are too tight, through pubes that are too thick. He hears snoring breaking through the silence of his sleep, but that can’t be right? He would know if he snores, surely that fucker of a boyfriend would have complained. He feels his head grow warm as if he’s got a fever, though he knows it is a rage. He feels his hand feel even tighter in his briefs as his cock begins to grow in them. He continues to think of every slight his ex made, every shortcoming he was made needlessly aware of, and of how much better things are going to be now.

The heat shifts from his mind through his whole body and as light begins to break through the windows. That is not what wakes him up though, rather it is the heavy scent coming from his now sweat stained clothes. He rolls off the couch onto his face, quickly removing his hand from his briefs to catch himself, landing the stinking hand too close to his face to not smell just how loud his underwear smells. He feels his clothes sit weird on his body as he starts to rise, while his shirt just feels like it’s hanging weird, surely from the sweat, it is impossible to not see how strained his underwear is. He groans as he feels them pull strangely before he just discards them and makes his way to the bathroom. 

His eyes immediately latch onto his now exposed crotch, he does a double take as he notices that it seems distinctly larger. He also would have sworn that he shaved his pubes far more recently than it seems. He scratches through them, blushing as he sees dried cum flake off curls that are longer and thicker than he ever remembers them begin. Rather than hoping in the shower like any reasonable person would do he instead tosses on some boxers, not questioning why clothing that isn’t his would just be lying out, or why he would ever put them on. Instead choosing to focus on how right wearing them feels. He pulls them tight and turns wanting to see just how his ass and bulge fill them out, though is waylaid as his shirt blocks the view. 

He sneers as he takes off the sweat-stained shirt and tosses it to the floor, stretching high as his reeking body feels the air on his skin. He smiles in shock as he sees the body he has now exposed, he sees hair spreading across his stomach and torso and sweat dripping off of pits that were sure to stain every shirt he is to wear from now on. Beyond that he feels a body that is indisputably powerful, where there wasn’t even fat on his body before there was now muscle accompanied with weight in all the right places. His eyes then trail down to see the weightiest part of him by far as it bulges even lower in his boxers.

He feels an urge to move, to flex, to stretch, fill him as he hungrily takes in every new change in his body. His eyes trace their way past muscles contorting to land on his face, seeing a jaw that could certainly do with a shave. He sees his eager grin begin to turn into a cocky sneer as he begins to stretch once more, trying to will his torso even longer, trying to force his body even taller. His voice grows even deeper to his barely-aware ears as he closes his eyes to stretch, not seeing his throat force itself thicker and longer. There is once again a flicker in his mind as Brock is in darkness once more. Where there was once discomfort and fear there is now only hunger and an eagerness to grow even more.

He feels an itch burn across his body. He feels his hands dig deep into his pits scratching as hair grows thick enough to hold an odor that would never dissipate. He smells as even in this dreamstate he raises his hands to his nose to give them a post-scratch whiff. He feels the same itch cry out from his chest and pubes, from his lower back and his ass. He feels himself move his jaw as it squares up, a rumble in his throat as he feels his groans grow even deeper. He feels his mind thicken and slow as his muscles flex in his sleep. His arms do rep after unconscious rep as he feels biceps that should not be rub against a chest that has never been there before.

Finally he wakes one last time, his hand as it apparently always is, shoved in his pants, once more barely fitting despite wearing the spacier boxers. Brock blearily looks to see lines of takeout containers covering his coffee table. He scratches his beard using the hand from his crotch and he deeply inhales, two birds one stone after all. He sets out to get started with his day, tossing over in his head if he should masterbate again or not, a stain from a wet dream clearly showing through his boxers. Instead he throws Drake on his speakers and starts getting an early workout in, seeing to every part of his body getting a pump as he feels the hunger in his crotch grow only more urgent. 

Going about this workout Brock feels totally at home in this apartment. After all he’s lived here for? Uh? His mind empties as he looks around and sees weeks of piled up detritus and filth. He sees dirty clothes and cum stains on his couch. Looking past them there are his American Psycho and Fight Club posters, discarded underwear hanging off the latter, as well as the trophies he distinctly remembers winning back in college wrestling. He smirks and flexes tilting his head to sniff his pit. Beyond feeling at home in his apartment he also feels unequivocally at home in this, in his body, duh. He jumps to his feet with ease, his stomach rumbling as he once more goes to meet a basal need.

Throwing some of his favorite protein powder in a blender with some milk and eggs he hears his phone go off. There are a string of messages from some bitch asking him to come back and for the life in him Brock can’t remember who that little fucker is? Hearing his shake finish blending he stares at the profile picture of whoever this twink is as he starts to down it, wiping his lips on his sweaty arm as needed. The twink he doesn’t know calls him Brock and his eye twitches, ugh. Why is this dude calling him by his, uh? Is that his middle name? Or no he was Brock right?

He finishes the shake, tossing the blender onto the pile of dishes in the sink and his mind finds itself deeply conflicted. As ever though, his body is more than happy to assuage him, the phone vibrates once more and his cock begins to bring him clarity, demanding his attention once more. Brock’s a little bitch name. He smirks as he looks around at his sty of an apartment, not remembering how neat it once was. Peeking from under a particularly dirty dish there’s a contract that he remembers that he meant to have a look at. 

Bringing it to his face however he simply can’t find the motivation to even start. Why worry about this when he can masturbate, or fuck maybe he can get that whiny bitch to come over? His eyes trail to the end of the paper and see his signature, written clear as day “Adam.” He guffaws at this, god how stupid can you be, he basically forgot his own name after that twink called him uh, whatever that bitch name was. He feels his crotch grow tight again, that is kinda hot though? He moans to himself, pawing at his crotch and texts whoever this man is his address and to come ready to fuck. Adam feels no real attachment to whoever it is, nor should he, a hole is a hole after all. Saying that thought he can’t help but feel this hole is due to be taught a lesson.

If you enjoyed this I also recommend @fredwkong's The Voice in Your Head which explores a similar idea in quite a unique and captivating way!

[anonymous-vr]

Self Discipline

Summary:

It's easy to keep your legs closed.

6.3k words

Bakugou x fem/reader

Warnings:

Smut

MDNI!

Author's Word:

My first post on here, enjoy.

-Anonymous-vr

Your suitcase, meticulously packed with essentials for a week, stood as a silent testament to the internship you had tirelessly pursued. As summer draped its warmth over Japan, you felt both drained and invigorated by the experience. The city buzzed with life as you navigated its streets, your tenacious attitude pushing you through every challenge. After finishing your internship, you promised to visit your mother soon after. Her mama-bear nature refuses to let you relish your life without a consistent visit.

In a world where humans are equipped with powers, life-threatening events constantly take place around you. You were thankful nothing happened to you, though you could never be too sure. "Please be safe on the road home." Your mother spoke eagerly on the phone, excited to see her only child. Your reassurance did nothing to calm her nerves though, it never did. "Remember when you told me I needed to get out more? Well, your mama is hosting a get-together. It'll be in the garden. I'm in a club dedicated to mothers with only one child." You couldn't help but chuckle over the phone. Having a mother who refused to get out and meet others was a burden for you, it made leaving so much more difficult. "You can tell me more when I get home Mom.".

The three-hour drive always took a toll on your body as you began to re-enter the city halfway through. Traffic was always hectic this time of year as some traveled away and others went home in the town. You sighed a sigh of relief once you parked in front of your small childhood home. It was small but you loved it. Its eggshell exterior makes a great contrast with the brick guiding visitors inside. The flowers you'd watched your mother plant running up the gate and greeting your fingers as you pushed inside. The slightly rusty gate creaked as you pulled your suitcase behind you. It took two knocks before the front door was yanked open and you were engulfed by your mother's arms.

"You don't know how much I've missed you around here." You followed her inside before making your way to your old bedroom. "I've missed you too Mom, more than you know. Tell me more about this event you're hosting though." You unpacked your suitcase as she detailed the gathering she'd put together. "Wow Mom, you've invited twenty-nine people over? That's insane considering your introverted nature." "I know but I really wanted to listen to you and push myself out there. Now I know twenty-nine other mothers who are also dealing with some sort of separation anxiety. A mother I've grown close to has a son I'm sure you'd get along with." You turned to raise a brow at your mom.

You were successful in almost every aspect of your life, not to her. Your life was too busy for romance, and she pitied you. The story of her and your father constantly brought up to try and ignite something within you, it never worked though. Father passed away when you were still young, romance was never something that you'd seen first-hand growing up. The only depictions of love shown were on TV, and the popular sitcoms portrayed it as fairly difficult to obtain.

"Mom, you know I'm too busy to entertain the thought of having a boyfriend." Having this conversation was like beating a dead horse. "Well, his mother has described him as a very well-known and handsome man. At least be open about this, for me? I don't want you old and alone like me." You let out a soft sigh before pulling your mother in for a warm, and much-needed, hug. "I'll be open but I can't make any promises."

As the setting of the Sun painted the sky with stars, you sunk into your bed and fell asleep. Your rest wasn't fulfilling as you knew you'd need to wake up in enough time to make yourself look appropriate. The nagging thought of this mystery man also kept you pondering throughout the night.

As morning slowly approached, you sadly got out of bed and got dressed. The smell of food filled the little house as your mother prepared snacks for the guests. Pulling on a floral sundress and a pair of kitten heels, you rush out of your room just in time. Looking outside, it seemed as though guests had already arrived. A majority of the mothers had brought their children along with them. They all exuded motherly pride as they finally had the chance to show off the child they'd described over the past few months.

"This is my only child y/n." Your mother gushed as she hugged onto your arm. Chatter started as the other mothers introduced themselves and reached to shake your hand. As everyone began to mingle, you found yourself watching from the sides. As much as you told your mother to get out of her shell, you felt ashamed now as she left to speak to the other mothers. Your phone became enticing, luring you in as you drowned out the world and began checking emails. You weren't sure how much time had passed before you were interrupted by the sound of your mother's voice approaching you again.

"This is my daughter!" Looking up, you were met with an ash-blonde-haired woman. "Well, aren't you a beauty? I'd always wished for a daughter. Instead, I was given that thing over there." She chuckled as her thumb directed you to the scowling man hunched over at a table. He looked identical to his mother, his ash-blonde hair and eyes a piercing crimson color. Turning his gaze toward the three of you, you quickly looked away. "I'm sure he's great." The lie was forced through your teeth, he looks extremely intimidating. "No need to lie, I told him to dress nicely, and he comes out in jeans and a black top. Ignorant just like his father." The two women moved to sit and chat.

Your gaze couldn't help but flicker from the man across the garden. His black shirt curled around his body, displaying his muscles. His big stature exuded confidence as though he owned the place. He looked awfully familiar, like someone you'd seen in the news. Growing up in a small town, you were often isolated from the flashy aspects of city living. You knew of a few celebrities and heroes but never anything up to date. The only new-gen hero you knew about was Deku, you were a big fan. A few of his posters were plastered on your wall from your early college years.

Shaking your gaze from the man, you decided to go inside for a drink of water. The beams of the sun had finally won. As you moved inside, you could feel the eyes of the man on your back as you smiled at a few guests in your path. Once inside, peace washed over you. You were an introvert just like your mom, this newfound inner peace came after you'd graduated from college. At age twenty-two, you were more inclined to spend more time alone than with others. You sipped on a cup of water as you pulled up your phone and scrolled through a few documents you were meant to review.

The sound of the back door opening and closing caught your attention as you placed your phone on the counter. No one was meant to be inside the house, so you assumed it was your mom. "Mom, does your friend's son look familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." You spoke out loud as your gaze moved outside the window to look at the man again. You were shocked when you couldn't find him though, instead being met with the eyes of your mother as she continued to chat with the others. Face falling in confusion, you swiveled around to be met with the intimidating man. Embarrassed, your eyes widened as you stood awkwardly.

"Y'know where the bathroom is?" He questioned with a stoic look on his face. He held no shame as his demanding eyes bore into yours, expecting an answer. Technically, no one was meant to be inside the house. There was only one bathroom, it was shared by you and your mother. "I uh- It's right down the hall to the left." Your voice was an unusual octave as the older man watched you squirm. He raised an eyebrow at you, his head tilting to an angle. "So, you just let anyone walk through your house alone?" The question had caught you off guard, you'd expected him to leave once given directions. "I'm sorry but um, what do you mean?" He shook his head, obviously annoyed by your ignorance. "You don't know me and you're gonna let me wander your house. Just because you give me directions, doesn't mean I'm gonna follow them. This is why you dumb extras are always in dumb situations."

Your face dropped as you rushed from your spot in the kitchen. His booming voice further intimidates you as you guide him through the house and to the bathroom. His presence was large and strong as he walked behind you. He gave you a lackluster "Thanks" before shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou unzipped his pants and did his business as he looked around your bathroom. The sink was crowded with perfumes, makeup, dental care, and hair items. The soft pink shower curtain was slightly opened, giving him a view into your clean shower. This was definitely a woman's house. It was definitely messier than his bathroom though. He always prioritized having a clean space as it helped him think better. Being the number two hero, he couldn't allow his space to reflect his busy schedule.

Finishing his business, he washed his hands while looking in the mirror. Today was his first day off in two weeks and his mother had forced him to spend it at this get-together. He was upset but understood the importance of keeping a tight-knit relationship with his parents. "There's a girl I want you to meet at this get-together. She's a sweet thing, based on what her mother's said. I spoke positively about you so try your best to uphold what I've said." His mother's words annoyed him, she constantly meddled in his love life as she wanted grandkids sooner than later. Being a busy hero though, he knew he had little to no time for a relationship. He entertained his mother and agreed to attend, promising to be on his best behavior.

As he left the bedroom, he realized you were no longer in front of the door. "Dumb ass, just let strangers wander her house alone." He grumbled before glancing at the bedroom across the hall. He knew it had to be yours. Floral wallpaper, a soft pink rug, and a white bed standing in his vision. His curiosity getting the best of him, he stepped into your room and looked around. A scowl formed on his face at the sight of Deku, his face plastered on a poster you'd neatly taped on your wall. Despite the ridiculous number of knick-knacks, your room was fairly clean.

You'd gone to the kitchen once the bathroom door shut, eagerly grabbing your cup of water to calm yourself. The man seemed even more familiar after speaking to him, his temperamental energy scratching your brain. After texting an old friend and chugging down your water, you walked back down the hallway to find the man. Reaching the bathroom, your brows furrowed at the emptiness. "Um...excuse me?" You called out, hoping for a reply. Maybe he'd found his way back outside. The thought was brushed away though when his voice replied from your bedroom. Heart falling to your ass, you turned around and rushed to your room.

The tall man looked out of place in your childhood room. "This um...this isn't the way back outside." Your reply was stupid, and you mentally cursed yourself for it. "Yeah, I figured. What's with the poster?" His finger pointed to the old poster on your wall. "Oh, it's old, I put that up during my sophomore year of college." You weren't sure why, but you could feel irritation shimmer off his body. "Do you...not like Deku?" A low grumble left his lips as his brows furrowed. "D'you not know who I am or something?" His head turned so his eyes could look at you. You were pathetic, standing timidly in your own room. Your form was much smaller than his, the kitten heels doing little to boost your height.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could get out as the man studied you. His presence made you feel foreign in your own house. Your answer made him turn to fully face you. "You're serious, you don't know who I am?" Words failing, you shook your head no. It pissed him off, Deku's face plastered on your wall, and you didn't know who Bakugou was. It didn't surprise him though considering how small your town was. "You livin' under a fuckin rock or what?" Poison was laced in his words as he stepped closer to you, his cologne slowly sweeping from his body up your nostrils. Your eyes widened as he stalked closer to you, seeming to not care about personal space. "I-should I know who you are?" "Damn right, you should, you're standing in front of the number two hero." With that, everything fell into place. No wonder he seemed so familiar. The hero Dynamight was standing in your room.

"There we go, that little brain finally working huh?" you stumbled over your words as you apologized profusely, something he seemed to enjoy as his signature smirk spread across his face. "So what, Dynamight was never good enough to plaster on your walls?" Your jumbled words began falling again as you tried to explain your reasoning. "This is so embarrassing" You mumbled as your blushing face fell into your hands. You never expected this turn of events, unprepared for his persistent personality. He chuckled as he sat down on your bed. You continued to stand, too nervous to sit next to the towering hero. "So, what's it like being a hero?" you questioned, fiddling with your fingers nervously. He caught onto your nervous habits though, scoffing as you shrunk under his gaze. "Relax, I'm not gonna blow your head off or anything." Your arms immediately fell to your sides as you stood awkwardly. "It's hard work, a lot of hard work. I love my job though." His answer didn't give much detail, but you still appreciated it.

"What exactly... brings you to this part of town? With how busy you must be, I can't help but wonder how you have the time to come to such an underwhelming get-together." "My mom wanted me to come so I came. Something about wanting to introduce me to some woman's daughter." Your face flushed as you began to avoid his eye contact. Picking up on your body language, mentally cursed his mom for putting him in this predicament. "I'm assuming that daughter is you." Your silence was enough of an answer for him. "I promise I wasn't in on this; I was told the same thing you were. Besides, I'm not interested in finding a relationship since I'm too busy with work. I've gone twenty-two years without one so I'm sure I'll survive." Your words sprinted from your mouth as you tried to cut through the awkward tension.

Bakugou scoffed at your jumbled words. "Were you a sheltered little brat or what? You've never been in a relationship before?" He was surprised a girl like you had never been in a relationship before. Your pretty hair was gathered in a low bun, a few pieces framing your innocent face. He watched as you nervously pulled your glossy bottom lip between your teeth. "I never saw the point of it." Your reply was a lame excuse, it was true though. "You ever try having sex?" His question was extremely inappropriate and blunt. The blood rose to your face as your eyes averted away from his. "Of course not if I've never been in a relationship." He let out a deep chuckle, shifting slightly on your bed. You were an innocent little thing. Living in the city, he was used to bold and experienced women who threw themselves at him. You were the complete opposite though, avoiding his gaze and presenting yourself as a modest little thing.

"You never heard of a hook-up?" His question made you look stupid as he stared at you confused. "I-I-I yeah, I mean. I'd never do that." He cut you off with another scoff. "What, you too good for that too?" "That's not what I'm saying I just-" Your fingers began twiddling together again as you spoke, nerves shooting through your body. "I just don't participate in those types of activities." "Come here." His hand patted the bed, signaling the spot next to him. Hesitating, you force your body to move. The bed creaked underneath the weight of you and the pro hero. His eyes glazed over your face and body as you stared straight ahead. His heat radiated off of him and it made you shift. Bakugou was a very handsome man, his blonde locs sitting disheveled on his head. His hair color complimented the intensity of his red eyes. All elements of him accessorizing the Godly build he had beneath his clothes. He was a man to be admired, you refused to give in though.

"So, you just walk around looking all dolled up to reject every man showing interest." Turning to face him, you took in the change of his demeanor. "I mean yeah, nicely of course." His gaze stayed on you, watching as your body squirmed beneath his eyes. "I don't know how you live like that, especially considering how good it feels." "It's honestly not that hard to keep your legs closed." Your reply was snobbish as if you were above the idea of having sex. "Is it easy or have you just not met a man that makes your hands sweat." "No, I've met my handful of handsome men. I just choose not to partake. I personally have great self-discipline."

Bakugou took your words as a challenge. While you thought it made you look like a dignified and "respectable" woman, Bakugou saw you as a snobby, arrogant, cocky prick. The need to show you that you were no better than those who'd partaken in others grew in his chest as he watched you stick your nose in the air. "What a snotty little bitch you are." He spat the words out, emphasizing the title as you whipped your head to look at him. "What did you just call me?" You didn't care if he was a pro hero or not, you didn't tolerate that kind of name-calling. "You heard me, walking around here like you're better than everyone else. You're just as human as your peers, we've all got desires. I'll be damned if I sit here and let you lie to my face like I'm some dunce. Either you're lying or you really haven't found the right extra to pull those panties to the side and fuck you."

His words were nasty beyond your tolerance. You couldn't help the blood that rushed up your chest, no one had spoken to you like that before. Oddly enough, you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together. The mental battle in your head kept you dazed as you couldn't understand why your body reacted to his words. "Fuckin virgins runnin' around thinking they're better than everyone else until they're dicked down." Your movements didn't go unnoticed by the pro, his eyes easily picked up on the way your thighs rubbed together beneath your sun dress. He let out a low chuckle at this. "See, all it took was a couple of words to get you hot and bothered." Your mouth opened and closed in defense as you looked for words. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

He was tired of your act, ready to humble you back where you belong. His sharp canines showed, and his big hand reached out and rested on your thigh. Blood pooled in the area where his hand sat, you weren't used to being touched by others. His eyes watched your reaction as you did nothing to push his touch away, instead keeping your shocked eyes on his. "What's wrong? Searching for that self-discipline? I've got you red in the face and I haven't even touched you yet." The 'yet' at the end of his sentence had your mind spinning. "Of course you'd let me touch you though, the dumb men in this town could never meet your expectations, right?" His hand began to move as he shifted his body to face yours. "Answer me." He demanded, hand moving to your waist. "N-No that's not it at all." His hand slightly squeezed your thigh causing a soft yelp to fall from your lips. "Give me the right answer." You sighed as his hand moved up to gently cup one of your breasts. You'd never felt a sensation like it, a new feeling of pleasure sending waves down to your core. Your eyes darted down to his hand as he gently messaged your skin. "They could never meet my standards." The reply came out breathy as your body began to crave his.

"Look at you, melting in my touch." As he watched you, his already inflated ego filled the room. Little Miss Untouchable was writhing under the little pleasure he was giving her. "Look at that, I know it feels good. It feels good, doesn't it?" He wanted to break you down and ruin the image you'd created of yourself in your head. Your hot face turned away as you bit down on your bottom lip. "I know you want me to keep going so you'd better open that mouth and answer me." "Yes." The word was all you'd give him as your back arched further into his touch. His hand left your body before you felt yourself be lifted into his lap. Your heart began to beat vigorously as you straddled his hips with your own. "We can't! The guests and my mom and your mom-" "But you want to." The shit-eating grin on his face let you know he had you right where he wanted you. "I need to hear you say it or I can't go further." You sat quietly for a second, weighing your options. On one hand, you weren't sure you wanted to risk your ego for this. On the other, the feeling of his hips between yours was driving you insane.

After weighing your options for a few seconds, you let out a shaky breath. "Just...be quick." "I don't rush shit." Before you could process his words, his lips were on your neck. The sensation was new, nothing like what you'd felt before. His lips were plush and warm as he tickled up your neck. The feeling of his hair brushing your jaw kept you grounded as you instantly melted in his touch. You were fully aware of his hands that rested at your thighs, slowly pushing your bunched dress up your legs. The sound of his lips moving against your skin made you feel dirty like you were committing the greatest act against yourself. Though you felt dirtier because it felt so good.

"Take this dress off." His voice was demanding as he moved back, waiting for you to follow orders. Your fingers reached down and hesitantly tugged the dress from your body. The sight of your pretty pink panty and bra set had Bakugou drooling. "Sure you're a virgin? Or you walk around with these pretty panties on for nothing?" The question was rhetorical, his lips falling against your collarbone. As he riled you up, you could feel an uncomfortable sensation growing between your legs. You could smell yourself through your panties. Embarrassed, you tried to close your thighs around him to no avail. His hands smoothed up your sides and played with your bra clasp before easily unclipping it. A gasp left your lips as you hugged your bra to your chest. His teeth pinched down on the soft skin of your neck as a warning. Loosening your grip, you allowed him to roughly tear the bra from your skin.

You were completely flustered, never have had anyone see you this bare before. "Look at that, high and mighty twenty minutes ago, and bare for me to see now." Before you could get a word out, he had you flipped beneath him on your childhood bed. Your legs lay beside his thighs as he stared down at you hungrily. "Oh gosh," The words flew out your mouth before you could stop them. Bakugou took this as his cue to continue as his lips quickly flew down to suck on your nipple. His other hand worked at the neglected boob as you watched with lustful eyes. The feeling was nothing short of euphoric, sensations traveling down to your drooling virgin pussy. Your head eventually rested on your pillow, allowing you to indulge in the pleasure.

"You like gettin' your titties sucked pretty girl?" His tone was condescending, dripping with arrogance as he teased you. You were too dazed from the simple touch to argue though, letting out an approving hum. His teeth bit down on your nipple enough to make you squeak. "Speak" "Y-yes, I like getting my titties sucked Dynamight." He chuckled at your submission. "Good bitch." You mewled at the name. Him pairing the derogatory name with praise making your back arch your chest into his face. "Dirty virgin, you like getting called a bitch huh?" His hand slowly began traveling down to the waistband of your panties. "Come on y/n, no way you're that worn out already?" His thick fingers moved to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing circles over your skin. He was teasing you, trying to get you to the point of desperation. Oh, what he'd give to hear you beg for his dick. You stayed quiet, concentrating on the way his fingers slowly moved to the damp area on your panties. You bit your lip from embarrassment. "You're sopping, this the self-discipline you were talking about?" You couldn't get an answer out as his fingers finally rubbed softly over your slit. Your pussy fluttered at the feeling, begging for more as your mouth dropped slightly open. He took this as an opportunity to connect lips, tongue pushing inside your mouth as his fingers began rubbing firmly. It was like electricity was sent through your body and straight to your core. You'd never felt anything like it. His fingers worked expertly, riling you up as his mouth worked against yours. The corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk as soft sounds began to escape your lips. He knew he had you.

"How much do you like these panties?" His question barely registered in your head. You let out a confused hum before the sound of a slight explosion and ripped fabric filled your ears. The cold air from your room finally hit your wet and weepy pussy. His fingers immediately found solitude within your folds, brushing up and down before toying around your clit. "Oh my-Dynamight that-" "It's Katsuki." He grunted out as his eyes explored your face. You were so sensitive, trying to grasp the feelings in your body. His sweet but musky scent helped overstimulate you as you relished in his touch. "Cocky little brat thought she was too good for this." His words were mumbled into your lips as his fingers toyed with your excited core.

Soft breaths hummed from your throat as your legs continuously parted for him. Without warning, he plunged his fingers into your sopping sex. "Kats-oh my gosh." The words came out with a gasp as your hands gripped the sheets. "Just preppin you for what's to come." His eyes watched as you swallowed his finger easily. "Fuck, you're so tight. Not sure how I'll fit in here." His words flew over your head as you easily began to see stars. A feeling rose in the pit of your stomach, and you weren't sure how to react. "Wait wait stop something's coming out." The words rushed out your mouth in panic, but your body remained slack as he added a second finger. "Just relax." Was all he muttered as he watched you fall apart from his two fingers. Your face scrunched as your back arched off your bed. Everything felt lighter as you dipped in and out of consciousness. Bakugou's dick got even harder than it already was, watching as you twitched beneath him.

Once your sex stopped gripping him so tightly, he removed his fingers from your core. Eyes lazily hanging open, your heart skipped a beat as he brought his fingers to his mouth. "Mmm, you taste good." Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he pushed them in front of you. You sat confused at first but shyly took his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your arousal mixed with his spit was so dirty, but you couldn't help the soft moan that vibrated your chest. "Don't you?" He asked matter-of-factly as you sucked the remainder of his fingers clean. Ripping his fingers from your mouth, he wasted no time in ripping his top off. Your desperation for him grew as you took in his sculpted figure. His ego rose through the roof as he felt your needy eyes on him. He ignored you though as he continued to take off his pants and boxers. Your mouth fell open at what was previously hidden.

Beneath his six-pack sat a pretty dick. Blonde hair decorated the top area, emphasizing his sharp v-line. "I promise you'll never see a dick like this again. You'll never feel a dick like this again either pretty girl." Grabbing your legs, he yanked you to the bottom of the bed before positioning both of them on his shoulders. "So desperate to suck me in?" He watched your hole clench around nothing, eager to be filled. Your face was hot as you watched the hero position himself between your legs. You were fully bare for him and, shockingly, it turned you on. "Fuck you're so wet." His words were mainly directed at himself as his leaking head began to smear against your folds. The soft hums leaving your lips stirred him further as your hands fidgeted to find something worth gripping. Your mouth stretched wide as your seeping hole did the same, his hot dick began to push slowly inside of you. "Ow I- Gosh Katsuki you're big." The moans began to fill your room as you tried your best to swallow him hole. "You can take it." The sharp pain was slowly overcome by the feeling of intense pleasure. Your tits bounced softly as his balls finally reached your ass. "Squeezin' me so hard, relax." His demanding words did nothing to loosen your grip, his fingers did though. You almost reached your peak instantly when his hand came down to play with your clit again. Once that little hole of yours finally lost a bit of grip, he began slowly but deeply fucking into you. The sensation was even greater than when you were sucking in his fingers. His hands gripped your hips as he bent down and captured your lips in his. The lewd sound of skin on skin filled the room as you allowed yourself to be swallowed up by his presence. When his lips finally left yours, your hand drifted down to your stomach. "I can feel you." His self-restraint snapped at that moment as his hips pulled fully back before snapping into yours. A loud cry left your lips before being muffled by his hand. "You forgot to close your door Miss Self Discipline." He grunted through gritted teeth. The feeling of his pounding into you was driving you off the edge, and quickly. Bakugou could tell you were reaching your high as your muffled cries began falling from your lips consistently. "Let's test that self-discipline." He mumbled before pulling out fully.

You were on the brig of finishing when he pulled out, a loud whine leaving your lips. "Not so hard to keep your legs closed? I guess it shouldn't be too hard to keep yourself from cumming on my dick." He waited a couple seconds for you to come down before shoving back into you. Your mouth dropped open beneath his hand, tongue absentmindedly darting out to wet his palm. His hips snapped to yours with vigor as you lay there and take it. Removing his hand from your mouth, it swiftly gripped your neck, His arm was situated between your breasts as you lazily looked up at him. "Shit y/n." Your name leaving his in a praise of pleasure had your back arching. "Look at you, needy just like the rest of us. It feels good, doesn't it?" His condescending tone made it obvious that he just wanted his ego stroked. You'd happily do that though with him balls deep in your cunt. "Feels so good Katsuki, so good." You sighed, listening to the nasty sounds filling up the room. "I know it does, needy bitch" His hips began rocking into yours faster and harder, and the feeling of him hitting a certain spot inside of you had tears pooling in your eyes.

"You're a snobby little slut, acting like you're better than the rest of us. Aren't you?" He fucked the ego right out of you as you lazily opened your mouth to reply. "Yes." A slap was placed on your thigh. "Give me the right answer." "F-F-Fuck Katsuki. Yes, I'm a snobby little slut." A sinister grin fell on his lips as he began rocking harder into you. Mewls left your mouth before they were swallowed by his lips. You were teetering on edge, and he knew this. His hand fell between your legs again and began toying with your clit. Your bed shook from the weight. Hands moving all over you, his breathing became ragged as soft moans fell from his lips to harmonize with your own. Before you knew it, he had you seeing stars for a second time. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as your body vibrated and twitched under his touch. He didn't let up though, continuing his fast and hard thrusts as he chased his own high. Soon enough, the feeling of something warm spilling inside of you caught your attention. Too fucked out to care though, you swallowed his own moans of ecstasy before feeling him pull out.

Your body was shocked and still, as your eyes opened only slightly. Between your lashes, you could see him get dressed as he read a message from his phone. "Hero duty calls." He spoke to you as he leaned down and placed a hungry kiss on your lips. "You're fucked out, might wanna pull yourself together though. Looks like your mom's event is ending soon." Before leaving, he pulled his phone out and took a photo of your sprawled-out and exhausted body. You could hear him chuckle as he walked to the door and left.

The week went by fast, too fast, you found yourself kissing your mother bye before driving back to your apartment. The memories from your mom's event constantly invaded your mind whenever you were left alone. He'd triggered something inside of you, ruining your self-image. Late at night, you found yourself touching your cunt, trying to mimic the way he fingered you previously. It was never enough though. You started out with the best and now anything less wasn't good enough.

Pulling your suitcase into your apartment, your phone let out a ding. Standing in the doorway, you quickly opened the message from the unknown number and jumped inside. You'd hoped your neighbors didn't see anything on your phone as an image of your fucked out body splayed across your screen. Your cunt glistened from the light as your hands gripped your tits. Your face was flushed as hairs stuck to your cheeks and forehead. Below the image left a text that had you blushing.

Little Miss "It's easy to keep your legs closed"

Little Miss Self Discipline.

[dmitriene]

𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘, 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬❞ 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗢:

In the midst of the chaos, where the smell of stale beer and the sound of country music filled the air, Simon found himself in a dimly lit country bar, for him it was a completely ordinary night, just like any other when he was off duty, the weight of his military duties diminished by a few precious hours, and he sought solace in the anonymity of the crowded room.

The rhythmic rhythm of the music echoed across the wooden floor and the atmosphere was filled with the chatter of visitors, in this sea of faces one stood out like a beacon, cutting through the smoke haze and sea of bodies, it was you, a civilian woman in a place where soldiers found refuge from the harsh reality of their responsibilities.

Simon couldn't remember if it was love at first sight or the gradual awakening of affection, but your presence in the bar sparked something in him, amid the noise and darkness, your radiance captivated him, and he felt an inexplicable attraction to you, he watched from afar, studying the way you move, the way your laugh echoes through the room like a melody.

That day, unable to resist the magnetic force pulling him closer, Simon walked towards you, making his way through the crowd until he stood next to you, the dim light illuminating his face with a subtle light, revealing the mysterious mask that hid his identity and despite mystery surrounding him, there was an undeniable vulnerability in his eyes as he introduced himself.

The initial conversation was a dance of words, a delicate exchange that went beyond the usual conversations in this country bar, a soldier raised by duty and discipline, found solace in your presence, a refuge from the harsh realities he faced on the battlefield, and it wasn't long before chance encounters turned into purposeful encounters, and he found himself in a whirlpool of emotions he had not expected.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the bond between you and Simon grew stronger, he, a stoic looking soldier, finding a warmth in your company that he had never known before, and your civilian world collided with his military life, creating a unique harmony that neither of you could resist.

Accustomed to keeping people at a distance, Simon found himself unable to resist the gravitational pull of his heart, the walls he had built around himself crumbled in the face of true connection, and before he knew it, he found himself asking you to be his girlfriend.

The dynamics of your relationship were far from traditional — the world of combat, terrorism and Simon's duties contrasted with your civilian life, but nevertheless, the love, as childish as it may sound, that blossomed between you was undeniable, he found solace in your arms, a refuge from the chaos that defined his daily existence.

As the years passed, marked by shared laughter, confessions and silent understanding that went beyond words, Simon, a man of few words, expressed his emotions through actions rather than words, and his love for you was evident in every small gesture, in the way he protected you without clouding your independence, and in the unspoken promise that he will always come back to you.

Then came a revelation that changed the course of your and his life, you were pregnant, a new chapter for the two of you at the same time, that beckoned with both excitement and trepidation — for Simon, a man who had faced the horrors of war, the prospect of becoming a father brought mixed emotions, but deep down, in his heart, he knew that the only gift worthy of the woman who had become his anchor was his own.

On a quiet evening, as the weight of the moon cast a soft light across your apartment, Simon took your hands in his, his eyes, usually wary, showing vulnerability as he confessed his fears and hopes, and in that moment, he offered you the only thing he knew. in his opinion, had true value — his heart.

Years of fighting, both on the battlefield and within himself, had brought him to this moment, he wanted to be more than a soldier, both for you and for himself — he wanted to be the person who stood next to you, who shared with you the joys and challenges of parenthood, in a simple but profound statement, he promised to be the father your child deserves and the partner you always needed.

The relatively rushed engagement opened up another new chapter in your life, a chapter that unfolded against the backdrop of the tumultuous world of Simon's life, the quiet acknowledgment of your commitment didn't entail a grand celebration or a shiny ring on your finger, instead it was a promise, a tangible connection that Simon wanted to guarantee you if he ever faced the unthinkable in the line of duty.

The decision to postpone the wedding was mutual and reflected the unpredictability that colored his life as a soldier, as you both understood the temporary nature of his missions and the uncertainty lurking in the shadows, it was not a lack of desire to celebrate your love properly, it was simply a pragmatic recognition of the reality you faced.

A wedding ring, a symbol of the devotion and deepest love of a man who was ready to give you everything he had left, adorned your finger — he was always thoughtful and caring, he wanted to offer you something more than just feelings, he wanted you to have something tangible as a reminder of his love, a connection that went beyond words, and so the ring became a silent promise, an assurance that if the worst happened, you and your unborn child would be taken care of.

As the months passed, Simon juggled the demands of his military life with the responsibilities of impending fatherhood, he was haunted by the fear of leaving you alone, without support, he was acutely aware of the sacrifices his chosen path required, and yet he could not shake the feeling of guilt that time time penetrated his thoughts.

The two of you navigated the complexities of your relationship with deep understanding, Simon, burdened with the burden of his duty, found solace in the mundane moments with you — shared meals, quiet evenings and subtle gestures of love that spoke louder than words, he treasured these moments and others it seemed. small moments, knowing that every mission carries the potential for separation and the unknown.

The dialogues between you and Simon were often unspoken, but it was this unspoken understanding that bound you together — in the silence of the nights, he held you close to him, his touch was always a silent promise that surpassed the spoken word, and in those moments you reassured him, telling him that you had chosen this life with open eyes and an open heart.

However, guilt still lingered in the depths of Simon’s gaze as he looked into your eyes every time.

It manifested itself in conversations that skirted the boundaries of the unspeakable — the «what ifs» and «maybes» that hovered like shadows, he was worried about leaving you alone, about the child growing up without a father, but you, strong and resilient, supported him, encouraging him in the face of his fears.

— «You're not alone, Simon» you said, and your voice was a soothing consolation for his restless soul — «We chose this life together, and i wouldn't want it to be any different, we, as a family, will cope with everything that comes our way»

There were times when Simon found himself dreaming of a completely different life — a life in which he was not bound by duty and where he could provide you with the stability he so wanted to offer, he imagined a quaint house with a white picket fence, a life in where the echo of gunfire gave way to children's laughter, and yet, he also knew that such dreams were a luxury he could not afford, at least in the world in which he lived.

And even in these moments of introspection, you hugged him, being close to him, immersing him in the reality of your life together — «I love you, Simon» you whispered, and your words were evidence of the strength of your connection — «We'll find our way no matter what»

᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌𐙚 .☁️

The night was filled with tense anticipation of Simon's return, his message in the early morning caused a flash of excitement in you when he wrote that he was supposed to board a plane and return home by evening, each passing hour increased the anticipation, and as the night enveloped the world, your thoughts were absorbed in what was to come reunion.

The small house was silent as you moved through it, preparing for his return, the aroma of home cooked food in the air, a gesture welcoming his return, and the aesir seemed to stretch out, each minute feeling like an eternity as you checked the time, wishing that the clock went faster.

In the dimly lit nursery, your daughter lay peacefully in her crib, her blonde hair spread like a halo across the pillow, and you couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, laying her down with the utmost care, you marveled at the innocence that lay dormant in the room, which was in stark contrast to the relatively the stormy world that has enveloped you.

The night became deeper, and the soft light of the moon entered the room, taking a last look at your sleeping daughter, you decided to go out onto the balcony, the night air embraced you as you threw a cardigan over yourself, enveloping your shoulders in its warmth, after many years of living here, the balcony became your own a kind of refuge, a place where one could retire while waiting for Simon's return and put his thoughts in order.

You settled into a armchair, hugging yourself with your arms, and your gaze was directed into the night distance, a canvas of stars scattered across the velvety sky, as the night silence was broken only by the rare rustling of leaves, and the distant roar of the city seemed to fade into the background.

As you sat there, the rhythmic sound of your own breathing turning into a soothing melody, your thoughts wandered into the realm of possibilities, imagining the moment when Simon would walk through the door, when you would finally see him after more than a month apart, even if it wasn't something new.

Sighing, you closed your eyes briefly, enjoying the silence of the night, the cool breeze playing with the strands of your hair as you rested your head on your folded legs, and the balcony once again became a haven, a temporary respite from the worries that sometimes overwhelmed your heart.

Time, however, continued its inexorable march and fatigue began to gnaw at the edges of your mind, the night dragged on and the promise of Simon's return seemed more distant than ever, yet, with determination, you decided to remain on the balcony, wrapped in your cardigan, a silent guard waiting for the arrival of the man who owned your heart.

Be that as it may, eventually weariness overtook you, and despite your best efforts, the gentle embrace of sleep enveloped you, the soft armchair lulling you to sleep and the night breeze whispering lullabies as you drifted off into a dream filled with images of returning home.

The night whispered its secrets as you awoke from your sleep, feeling a subtle movement beneath you, the warmth of a familiar body enveloped you, and the air was filled with the scent you craved, slowly your eyelashes fluttered open, revealing the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through window.

Turning, you saw him — Simon, your husband, he had finally returned, and the first thing he did upon returning home was go out onto the balcony to be in silence, and the familiar swirl of tobacco aroma danced in the air, typical of him, but now in In that stillness of the night, you found yourself in his lap, pressed against the solid warmth of his chest.

His gaze, piercing and tender, slid from the darkness of the night to your face, a soft smile played on his lips as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, a silent greeting that spoke volumes, and your hand reached out to stroke his cheekbones in return, the rough texture under fingertips was warm and uneven from the scars.

— «I missed you» you whispered, and your voice turned into a soft whisper in the silence of the night

Simon chuckled and a deep, resonant sound filled the air before he pulled you closer, burying his face in the top of your head — «I know» he muttered, and his warm breath sent a shiver down your spine — «How's the little one?»

A smile touched your lips when you answered — «She missed you too, a little cranky tonight, through»

Simon's gaze softened, and as he noticed the dark circles under yours, immediate guilt flashed in his eyes and he pursed his lips, leaning down to kiss your eyes, then your nose and finally your lips, the kisses were gentle, filled with unspoken apologies for the moments when he couldn't be there, for the loneliness you faced in his absence.

He wrapped you in a bear hug, squeezing as if trying to compensate for the distance that separated you — «I am so sorry, love» he began in a quiet whisper near your ear — «You don't have to be alone like this»

Frowning, you took his face in your hands, rose slightly and sat directly opposite him, still on his hard knees — «Everything is alright» you reassured him, and your voice sounded like a soothing melody — «It's not your fault, Simon, i always tell you this, i love you and i'm happy to be with you»

His eyes softened and you seemed to catch the sparkle of tears in them as he kissed you again, lingeringly, as if trying to capture this moment in his soul, his lips touched yours with a mixture of hunger and tenderness, and a purr seemed to escape from him when he pulled away to bury his nose in your neck.

You gently stroked his hair, the strands were silky under your fingers, in the complete silence of the night a deep understanding arose between you — the only thing that mattered in that moment was that he was home and safe.

Simon pressed himself into the crook of your neck, his breath warming your skin, and the silence of the night enveloped the two of you, a refuge where words were unnecessary, tracing gentle patterns in his hair, you marveled at the strength that a common feeling like love brings, the ability to weather storms and find solace in the arms of the one who has made every sacrifice worthwhile, and will bring the whole world to your feet.

Simon, your Simon, was here and now, and this is the only thing that worried you — after all, you will overcome any other problems without any problems, as always.

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[insomnya777]

Hello! First I want to say I adore your boat boys super power AU so much, it’s currently rotating at light speed in my brain like a broken microwave. I think I’ve read at least six times all the way through with what you have, it’s fantastic!

I was also wondering if you had any other recs or personal favorites for boat boys fics, or just fics in general, I’m always looking for recommendations and wonderful authors usually also have great tastes in other fics as well! Thank you for what you do for the boat boy and smalletho community, you’re keeping us well fed lol

Oh my god I have many many recommendations!!!! I've actually been waiting for someone to ask me this LOL

Completed:

Settled is one of my favourites of all-time. If you read it you'll see the long ass comment I left on it lol. Description: A five plus one type of fic where Etho struggles to voice his feeling about double-life, and Joel is there to make it harder.

BIR Universe is a classic, a staple, even. One of the most iconic series of all time. Description: A very messy college universe with a bunch of hermitcraft/life series members.

Somehow, I always end up back in Marianas Trench is another personal favourite. I reread it way too often. The writing is incredible in this one + has a side of ranchers and impdubs. Description: AU where our three favourite soulbound couples go on a triple date! Except it's not a date, all of them broke up sometime before or during their last year of college and none of them are over each other.

Holy Father, judge my sins is so, so good. Anything by giddyfenix always is, I think I've read, like, all of their works. Description: Joel and Etho as the seven deadly sins. After all, what were they if not corrupted?

I Don't Smoke (Except for When I'm Missing You) made my heart break a million times over. I actually cannot read this fic without breaking down. It is a clockers-centered fic, exploring the Etho-Scar relationship, but I had to include it because it's just one of my favourite fics of all time. Description: A look into Etho's perspective on the life he and Scar share. They're not so different, you know? They both like to run away.

Works In Progress:

to all the ships at sea is another personal favourite, because the writing is just so, so good. There are currently six chapters out! Description: Etho has a job as part of the crew manning a lighthouse on a small island. With Cleo and Bdubs gone for a few weeks, Etho settles in to keep the Light running single-handedly. He wasn't expecting his life to be turned upside-down when a visitor turns up on the island, completely out of the blue...and he definitely wasn't expecting to develop feelings for the mysterious young man.

Good Luck, Babe is also very, very good. There are seven chapters out right now! Description: Etho couldn't get himself to turn Joel down. Even when Joel has made it clear time and time again that he had no problem doing the same to him. The lengths he was willing to go for a guy who would barely even let them be seen together in public...

hi, etho is super cute, too. I read it a while ago, and it's still one of my favourites, so do what you will with that. Description: About a month after going missing and having no memories to show for it, Etho gets a weird letter from a strange, anonymous sender who might have the answers to his questions.

And that's about it!! If anyone has more recommendations feel free to comment or leave in the tags because I'm always looking for more fics LOL <3

[as-nodt-ghostwriter]

FT: The Sun Village Visitor! — Flare Corona / Male Reader

content warning ⚠️ — NSFW oneshot (MUST BE 18+, you’ve been warned). Flare might be a bit OOC in some parts

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Requested by anonymous ! Hope I did it justice 👻

Sun Village has remained thriving ever since Flare began taking initiative in helping her people, although physically different in size, they were still her friends and family all the same.

Flare found herself becoming more confident in her own skin, that scared, lost woman from Raven Tail was a far cry who she is now. She’s paid her dues from her past and wants to be a better person.

The village was becoming more hotter around this year, and summer wear such as bikini tops are seen as causal and a must.

Flare ditched the red dress and settled for comfort. She now wore a crimson red bikini top and deep red colored wide legged capri pants with golden open toed sandals with thin straps.

She felt great and always ready to walk around the village and forest.

Flare took notice that people were getting more and more closer the forest. Although she’s doesn’t want to come across rude or hostile towards the idea of outsiders, she also wanted to protect the Sun Village and her friends as well.

Flare only felt anxiousness bubbling within her stomach, maybe she was overthinking of something bad happening.

Although people could be dangerous, Flare knew that she had to learn how to trust others. If things were to go bad, she’d have the power of her hair and sun to keep her people safe.

Flare was doing her daily routine, checking on the small shops, even helping them if they needed extra hands (or hair!) to help.

Flare was helping an elder when a man ran into the shops and large crowds of residents, making his presence known and confusing onlookers.

“Miss Flare! Miss Flare!” The man cried out as sprinted straight to the red head. Flare immediately turned to the giant man in aid.

“What’s wrong Abel?” Flare asked concerned and worried. The 8ft man named Abel was catching his breath as he tried to explain.

“Miss Flare! You must come! There’s something I found in the woods!” Abel pleaded with Flare as other residents gasped as they overheard.

An outsider perhaps?

Is it dangerous?

Where did it come from?

Flare and residents of Sun Village haven’t seen an outsider since the four wizards from Fairy Tail guild helped them.

Flare immediately assured everyone within hearing distance that they’ll go check it out and see what Abel found.

Abel took Flare to where he was walking, He says he was gathering around the forest and must’ve went further than expected. Abel explained to Flare that he stumbled upon something on the tree branches, hanging by

And there it was…

Flare and Abel stopped there tracks and saw something.

It was…a man?

Flare got a closer look, with Abel right behind her.

The man was laying on the tree branches, stomach first, his head hanging off with arms and legs dangling like a cat on a tree.

Flare could easily see his features, he couldn’t have been no older than his late 20s, (hair color) hair covering his face, and just wearing a loose blouse and dark pants with boots. Hard to tell his facial features due to the awkward way he was laying onto the branch.

Flare blushed seeing a man her size. It’s been quite awhile since she saw outsiders again.

He was still breathing, that’s good, so it wasn’t a dead man that was left here. Must’ve gotten lost, Flare theorized. Whoever he was or is didn’t matter to her, the least she could do is help and bring him in when he’s unconscious to ask him some questions later.

Better that than leaving him alone and wandering around the forest by himself. This forest was like a maze if you weren’t local, he could get more lost and never find food.

Flare asked Abel to carry him back to her home, Abel agreed and trusted Flare’s judgement. If he was dangerous, she would know to not have him be near the man or even hold him like a puppy right now.

The mysterious man was still unconscious when Abel brought him to her home, the giant residents were curious and wanted to know who this normal sized man was. Flare had to shoo away some of them from her window since they were innocently sneaking a peek of the man. Now she knows how Lucy feels…

The (h/c) haired man was unconscious for about a day in a half. Flare would hand feed him water to help him regain his energy back and checked up on him every hour.

The giants nicknamed him short man, Flare thought it was cute that they already warmed up to the mysterious man.

Flare didn’t realize that’s she’s warmed up to the unknown male herself! It felt oddly satisfying to Flare nursing someone. Although still having a sadist streak to her, she liked nursing a helpless man back into waking up, and in the privacy of her home was an added bonus.

Flare mostly had him in the guest bedroom, very small but she kept it tidy in case her friend Lucy came back to the village.

So it was a surprise when you awoke seeing pink flower wallpaper all around a room you were in now. Last thing you saw was being surrounded by dark trees and the night sky before passing out due to exhaustion…

You were too stunned to get up from a soft cushioned bed, which you were being engulfed by a big baby blue blanket comforter at the moment, very soft but light fabric where you didn’t overheat underneath in.

This was weird but at least you were being taken care instead of waking up being chained by the ankle in a dungeon somewhere…yeah that’d be way worse..

“Oh! You’re awake!” A soft voice stuttered by the door frame, having your body sit up from the bed immediately. Making eye contact with a red haired woman, she didn’t seem like trouble but there was an air about her that made her look shy. Cute.

The (h/c) haired man was stunned and immediately questioned her. “W-wha…Where am I?” You rubbed the aching sore of your neck, you must’ve been out for quite a bit. Flare slowly approached you, with a simple glass of water in hand. Seeing this, Flare offered the glass to you. You accepted and drank it in one gulf.

Poor thing must’ve been so thirsty … Flare thought. Even though she took care of you while unconscious, you must’ve needed a lot more fluids.

Flare responded to your question. “You were found unconscious near the forest, and we brought you here to my village.” Flare noticed how you looked around, wondering if this was a safe place. “I volunteered to nurse you back till you woke up.” The vibrant red head blush, reminiscing about she would check your temperature, giving you water so that way your body had enough strength to wake up.

You looked at her with softened eyes. “Thanks for taking care of me, hope I didn’t give you a hard time.” faintly laughing, poking fun at yourself. Flare giggled and reassured you.

He certainly is charming to talk with..Flare’s excitement in him finally waking up was definitely worth the wait.

“My name is Flare, Flare Corona..” she introduced herself. You smiled, she was pretty and her name was definitely memorable and cute. “(Y/n). And thank you again for taking care of me, Flare.” You saw her full figure and it was hard not to have your eyes lock on her red bikini top longer than usual. It was summer season after all…

“Out of curiosity, how long was I out for?” Rubbing the back of your neck. “Only for a day in a half.” Flare replied.

Flare kinda wanted you to stay a bit longer at the village. As selfish as that sounds to her. Although happy to be back at the village and away from normal sized towns and society, at the same time she also missed her friend Lucy and those from Fairy Tail, a lot of good people she met along the way. Judging by the way you talk with her, she definitely feels you’re a good person as well…

“You should probably stay and rest your body.” Flare recommended. “Really? You don’t think I’d be a bother?” You asked, unsure. Flare didn’t care, she was already excited at the idea of having you live with her!

“Of course not!” She perked up, excitingly, she persisted. “It also be great for you to meet the other villagers!”

He hummed a bit, thinking about it. “Hmm i don’t know…I think you’ve taken care of me enough and I do appreciate it..” he shifted his body a bit, it took him while but he fully got a look at her breast size. Those things were the size of melons! It was flattering to know she was nursing him back to health to say the least.

You could feel your cock getting hard, crap! At least this blanket was covering up your lower half..

Flare saw your face immediately seem more flushed and embarrassed now. Did she do something wrong??? Oh no!

“Are you ok, (Y/n)? You seem flushed!” she grew concerned, getting closer to the bedside and touching your forehead.

The way she bent over to check up on you was quite the predicament. Her cleavage hung low near your eye level and that just made you more hard!

“I-I think I’m fine! I just need water and some rest…” You panicked, maybe she’ll leave you be afterwards so you could…deal with this problem alone.

Flare was having none of it! She wanted to help you here and now! She situated herself on the bedside, her hands fell right on your crotch. She gasped a bit, why did the blanket seem like there was something was hard underneath?

Oh..

Flare, without warning, lifted up the covers. You gasped as she saw your boner poking through your pants like it was about to burst and fly away any second if you didn’t touch yourself soon

“I-I can take care of that!” You pleaded, embarrassment was all you feel at that moment. Gods, she gonna either punch you or call you a pervert and kick you out of the village soon after..

Flare seemed really calm about the situation. Much to your surprise. Her smile curved into something lustful and dark. “No..let me.” She replied, her hand ran through your the zipper of your pants as you winced, unable to stop her at this point.

You laid back down on the bed as she climbed up between your legs, teasing the clothed tip of your cock with her finger, which had a small stain of precum. Flare giggled as she lightly poked the tip. She couldn’t believe the same man she nursed back to health, was about to get a blowjob from her to after waking up! What a treat!

Flare couldn’t contain her excitement any longer, her shy and sweet demeanor fell as she unbuttoned his pants and zipper pulled down.

You meanwhile were too stunned to even protest. This woman was definitely weird but she didn’t seem mad when she saw your boner. Most woman you’ve met would’ve understandingly slapped you across the face and tell you to get out their house.

You saw how Flare looked at your bare cock in amazement and lust. You were both turned on and terrified at what she was going to do to next…

Flare was a virgin, through and through. She wasn’t ready for sex but she definitely wouldn’t mind taking care of your problem.

Flare held the shaft of your cock, working it up and down. She’s heard from women that this is how it’s done. Flare wanted to do a good job and saw your reaction closely, gosh you moan so sexy right now! She loved it! It encouraged her to keep going at a medium pace, rubbing the sticky precum as lubricant. You groaned in delight as she did that. She was a natural.

Flare smiled as she felt your thighs shaking the more she quicken the pace of jerking your cock. “Fuck that feels sooo good!” You praised her, Flare blushed as a result and wanted to do more to make you feel good.

“P-put my cock in your mouth-!” You breathed out as you pulled your head back into the pillow. Flare immediately followed and engulfed your entire cock as much she could. “Fffffuck yes! Flare!” You cried in praise. Your hands found themselves on her head, combing through her scalp, seeing her beautiful long vibrant red hair just tangle through your fingers. So soft! Her mouth was wet and warm as she sucked your cock, her lips lightly brushed the foreskin as she bobbed her head up and down, gargling her throat as she pushed further in. Fuck that felt even better!

Oh shit! You were close to cumming! You immediately pulled her hair, resulting in her head lifting up, confused.

“I-I’m really close..” you admitted, panting. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your face?” You wanted to give her a warning beforehand. Flare licked the corners of her mouth, there were still remenats of precum and saliva around her chin and lips.

Flare only giggle and stared at you with dark eyes. “Oh dear (Y/n)!” She breathed out in excitement. “I had the most amazing idea!” Without a second thought, she untied her bikini bra, letting it drift down from her chest.

Flare lightly blushed as she saw your reaction to her bare breasts. So handsome and cute at the same time. Your eyes were frozen in awe as your hands wandered, groping her soft breasts. Flare was flattered and loved the attention you gave to her. You found your thumb slipping around her brown perked nipple, Flare gasped, shaking a bit, she had no idea her body was so sensitive at such small touches! She felt a slight tingle sensation around her breast but didn’t think too much about it.

Teasingly, you let go her breasts, smirking a bit as she was bewildered. “What’d you have in mind?” You asked.

Flare lowered herself again, this time aligning her cleavage above your harden cock. Your body shook with excitement as you stared at her.

Flare pulled the shaft of your cock between her breasts, making you groan in delight. Fuck it felt nice and soft having your cock nestled between her skin as your cock was being squeezed by her busty breasts.

Flare had her hands on the side of each breast as she moved it up and down the shaft slowly, not wanting your cock to slip off.

She spit inbetween her cleavage to add more lubrication. The warmth of her spit felt similar to her blowjob previously that it felt oh so good all the same! Flare noticed her breasts as she gasped seeing her boobs grow an extra size. They were getting larger the more aroused she was. Which made (Y/n) close to cumming as his cock was being engulfed by her double sized chest.

A nice boob job was something you weren’t expecting at all, specially not from a red headed woman who nursed you back to health in the same day. Whatever gods or powerful entity was involved in blessing you today, you’d cry out and say thank you as Flare’s melon sized boobs had you on the verge of cumming close.

Flare noticed you thighs shaking a bit, and immediately put the tip of your cock in her mouth her breasts were still engulfed by your whole shaft. The warmth of her mouth was oh so perfect when sucked and licked around the tip in her mouth.

“S-shit! I’m cumming!” You cried out. Flare hummed in delight as she kept sucking the tip of the cock more and more. She squeezed her breasts together as tight as she could.

“Fuuuuck! F-Flare!” You cummed inside her mouth. Flare choked a bit as she swallowed as much as could while the cum poured into her mouth, some leaking on the corners of her mouth as they dripped down her breasts.

Flare sat up as she licked up as much she could, (Y/n) was heavily panting as his head was resting on the pillow, catching his breath.

Flare really did suck the soul out of him. He chuckled at himself, sitting up along with Flare, dazed and sweating after that.

Flare then noticed her sudden growth of her chest retracted back to her regular double D size breasts. Must be some kind of temporary thing in her body whenever she gets horny. Flare couldn’t think much on it now.

(Y/n) brought her attention back, offering her some tissues to clean up the mess he made on her bare chest. Flare smiled, flattered how charming and sweet he was afterwards.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind staying at Sun Village a bit longer.

Flare couldn’t be more happier! If oral sex got him to consider staying for a bit, her mind wandered at how she can get him to stay to the point of living with her….

[cantstoptheimagines]

THEYRE BRINGING UP MY HISTORY BUT YOU WERENT EVEN LISTENING

“They’re Bringing Up My History, But You Aren’t Even Listening” (Ahkmenrah | Night at the Museum)

Summary — You finally meet the mysterious Pharaoh who resides within the museum.

Requested by anonymous — THEYRE BRINGING UP MY HISTORY BUT YOU WERENT EVEN LISTENING

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; Reader is a museum intern; this a much more literal interpretation of the lyrics than what I was originally going to write, but I’d be willing to write my initial idea if there is enough interest (it was for a different fandom though).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 260. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Send me your favorite Taylor lyrics to receive a blurb.

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to ahkmenrah, you were nothing less than fascinating. truly an untapped treasury of knowledge and modern intelligence. yet each time larry had tried to introduce the two of you, ahkmenrah always found himself overwhelmed by a sudden wave of shyness.

but there was no way for him to avoid you now. not with you sitting inside his exhibit, admiring his golden sarcophagus. you’d glance between his various possessions before scribbling away in a small notebook with a thoughtful expression. the loud shift of movement from his anubis guards brought your gaze to him.

“oh, there you are,” you said, though your features were slowly changing from thoughtful to embarrassed. “i’m sorry to just barge in, but i couldn’t find you and larry told me—”

“no apology necessary,” he interrupted, wanting nothing more than to put your nerves at ease. “you are allowed to go wherever you please. i do not mind. and beyond that, i rather enjoy visitors.”

you nodded with a smile. as he moved closer, ahkmenrah could see your shoulders visibly relax. the fear of potentially being disrespectful left your body instantly upon hearing his reassurances.

“i hope you don’t mind me saying this,” you said, “but you’re not quite what i envisioned a pharaoh to be like.”

now directly in front of you, ahkmenrah couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, “care to elaborate?”

your eyes seemed to light up at his question. words about all you had learned in regards to his past began tumbling out and ahkmenrah couldn’t stop himself from smiling at your sudden excitement.

[valveposts]

Ok- how about... the very well-known, open secret glory hole at Swerve's bar keeps being filled in due to "safety hazard" and "structural integrity" only for it to return to its glory hole state within the hour.

This is causing tension within the Lost Light, because some people want their spike sucked dry without knowing who's sucking them off

Everyone thinks it's Ultramagnus, but he's one of the most frequent "customers" (his spike is a urban legend for its thickness- someone started a joke that when it appears, you've been blessed by Primus)

The next most suspected is Megatron, but he has personal experience with how important a glory hole is for morale, seeing the chaos first hand as Decepticon Warlord.

It's a real whodunit.

now im invested in the mystery. cyclonus? whirl, just to be contrary? mirage, because he thinks its not classy? (this isnt even your bar, dude!)

also, magnus being the most frequent visitor is so real. i bet he's so pent up, and too embarrassed to 'face face to face (hehe) so he chooses to get his spike sucked by an anonymous mech instead.

(rodimus. half the time its rodimus. he fucking loves the glory hole)

[drawingdroid]

Melting Point: Prologue

A Sculptor Din Djarin x Art PhD Reader Series

Series Masterlist

Prologue: Malleable/The merchant

Summary: You're a first-year PhD at The University of Nevarro specialising in Mandalorian Art. When your favourite sculptor, the mysterious Mando, opens an art exhibition in the city, you're the first one to enrol. Unexpectedly, attending to that opening would end up changing your life forever.

Words: 1060

Warnings: This is a slow burn, you've been warned!; a lot of talking about Art and PhD life; Reader is not Grogu's nanny but this is very Grogucentric if that makes sense; And Reader is Din's employee too; Very grumpy and antisocial Mando; Grogu is human but the only thing described are his eyes; Reader appearance is left blank except from the outfits; Age gap of 10-15 years; Fluff fluff fluff

A/N: Hi tin can man lovers! I finally put my Arts degree to some use to write this. What can I say? I hope you enjoy this little AU!

“No.”

“Din, you have to come.”

Greef Karga was looking at the sculptor with his hands on his hips, visibly annoyed. He had been trying to convince him for an hour already, and Din hadn’t stopped welding the piece he was working on during the entire conversation.

“I hate those things.”

“Those things pay for your son’s food, school and therapy.”

Even though Din was wearing his welding mask, Karga knew a death stare when he saw it. At least, he had achieved getting the sculpture’s attention for once, even though it had been throwing a low hit.  Karga huffed in tired indignation.

“I don’t even ask you to make a public appearance, you just drop by with Grogu like a regular visitor…” Din rolled his eyes behind the mask, although Karga couldn’t notice, and resumed with the soldering.

“What would attending to the opening change?” He asked after a while, his voice a bit hesitant. Karga thought he was finally cracking.

“You’re so far from your public, you should know what they think about you.”

“I read the articles on the papers.” Karga rubbed his face, exasperated.

“I mean real people, not only the art critics. The public loves you, Din. They love Mando.”

The sculptor stopped again and let the soldering gun rest in the anvil by the forge.

“They don’t know me.” His voice sounded less assured, more vulnerable now.

“But they think they do, and that’s what matters.”

“I don’t know Karga…” Din started fidgeting with his orange-fingered gloves, the sculpture finally forgotten.

“Look, all the mystery thing has been a great strategy until now, but the times change and people now like to feel close to their idols.” Din snickered, now looking at Karga in the eyes, mask still on.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s idol.” 

“The thing is you already are.” A long silence followed and the Din sighed.

“If I agree to this, you’ll start asking me to give more and more.” Din had caught him. That was Karga’s strategy, and he couldn’t deny it. He’d want the sculptor to engage more with the world, of course. Maybe even granting interviews one day. That would make wonders to his career. And to Greef’s wallet.

“Contemporary artists have to engage with the public Din, be present on social media…” The sculptor grunted, very displeased.

“You want me to become an influencer.” Karga let out a burst of laughter, not expecting Din to even know the neologism. But the artist was dead serious and he was lifting a brow under the welding mask in exasperation.

“Not at all, I just want you to become a little more approachable, more…human,” Karga said when he finally recuperated from the belly laughing.

“You’ve been years playing the mystery card in my marketing. Why now?” Din was pretty comfortable to be the anonymous artist under the pseudonym, it fitted his nature as he was severely uncomfortable with fame. And to be honest, with human relationships in general.

“Look, in the times of AI art, people are looking more a more after the person behind the art, it’s just…natural” Din tilted his head, not at all convinced by the argument. 

“Look me on my face and tell me this is not because every time gossip about me leaks you sell 10 times more.” Karga swallowed and a sheer sheet of sweat covered his forehead. He shrugged, defeated and having no more energy for this discussion.

“Who doesn’t love  a fistful of shiny credits?”

Din lifted his welding mask and slid his gloved hand across his face. Under his expressive eyes, deep dark circles rested, and his salt-and-pepper facial hair looked more unkempt than ever. 

“I’ll think about it,” he said finally, and Karga’s smile went wide and bright.

“Thank you Mando, I knew you were a reasonable man.” Then he palmed the sculptor’s shoulder in a friendly demeanour. Din looked at him sceptical while he started cleaning and putting away his tools. The headache this conversation had provoked had him wanting to wrap it up early today. He nodded and it was clear the conversation was over. 

“I’ll say goodbye to Grogu one on my way out if you don’t mind.” Din nodded again, the exhaustion making him less and less prone to words. He just wanted Karga out of his hair, but the thing was that he knew how much the boy loved the older man, and he wouldn’t be the one denying his son that joy because he was exasperated with his agent.

“Send him here when you leave.”

Din had been cleaning up the mess for a while when heard the main door of the studio closing, and immediately after a familiar pair of eyes stuck out of the doorframe of the patio.

“Ah?” The toddler ran clumsily towards Din, who bent to his level to reach for him.

“Hi buddy, did you have fun in the garden?” The little one squeaked in delight while Din picked him up. That happy sound probably meant the frogs in the pond had trouble today. Din laughed softly, forgetting all his preoccupations. The instant  Grogu was lifted, his little hands were occupied with removing his dad’s welding mask. “You don’t like this, uh?” 

Din then discarded the mask and put it apart, and the next second the toddler had his dirty hands all over his face. The little one was always mesmerized by his moustache and nose especially and traced them in awe. Din couldn’t stop smiling, the little fingers made his skin tickle and the interest of the boy in his face was amusing.

“Let’s get those little claws cleaned and have dinner, shall we?” Grogu cooed, always excited by the prospect of food, and both of them spent the rest of the afternoon cooking together, which meant Grogu trying to eat all the eggs raw and asking Din to put blue colourant inside the broth. When Grogu’s little belly was full enough it meant he would be sleepy soon. They had been playing on the sofa Din had in the studio, and the toddler was now snoring softly over Din’s chest. The sculptor took advantage of the quiet to think about Karga’s idea. If more exposure meant more moments like this with the womp-rat… Dank Farrik, It was worth it. Everything was worthy for the little one.

Next Chapter

[chaiandtakkar]

Whispers Beneath the Stars

Chapter 1

May 1998, Bangalore

The hum of the dial-up internet still echoed in 16-year-old Khushi’s ears as the cyber café finally sprang to life.  This was her weekly escape. When things got stifling between Amma and Appa, Khushi ran to this hidden corner of the world. Tucked away from the humdrum of burgeoning Bangalore, the café was a safe haven—a small cubicle with a plastic chair, a flickering monitor, and the thrill of connecting with people miles away. 

She drummed her fingers on the desk, glancing at the timer on the computer screen—50 minutes left of her prepaid hour. Anytime now, she thought, the minutes ticking louder in her mind. 

She leaned forward in her chair, squinting at the glowing screen. They had a rhythm, she and Skybound. He always showed up five minutes after her, like clockwork. And today, just as expected there it was—the familiar sound she had been waiting for, the uh-oh of ICQ, signaling a new message. The chat room opened, and a message blinked at her from an anonymous familiar visitor. No names exchanged.. Just conversation. A secret she indulged in every week.

She smiled. This stranger was becoming her favorite part of the week.

Skybound: Back again, I see. Couldn’t resist the allure of my charming personality, could you?

Khushi bit back a smile, fingers flying across the keyboard.

OceanBreeze:Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I just needed a distraction from my boring life. Figured I can use a laugh.

There was a pause, the cursor blinking as she waited for his reply. All she knew was that he was from somewhere up north, but beyond that, he was a mystery. And it didn’t matter—this was the one place where she didn’t need to explain herself or carry the weight of everything happening in the real world.

Skybound: A laugh? I’m always here to serve. Need me to trip over something?

She exhaled a soft giggle. For a moment, she glanced around the café, her lips caught between her teeth, suddenly self-conscious. Laughing in public wasn’t something she did often—it was something Amma would find out of place. Here though, with Skybound, she didn’t have to hide.

OceanBreeze: Oh, please. You sound too coordinated for that. I bet you’re the type who walks in slow motion while everyone else stumbles.

Skybound: You got me. But it’s not my fault. The universe just gave me the gift of looking good from every angle.

OceanBreeze: Wow. Humble too, I see.

Skybound: What can I say? When you have your sisters constantly criticizing your every move, you’ve got to boost your own ego. It’s survival.

Khushi rolled her eyes, though a grin tugged at her lips. His humor had a way of easing the heaviness she carried.

OceanBreeze: So how many sisters do you have, anyway?

Skybound: Three sisters. Why, you want one?

Khushi burst out laughing in the quiet café, earning a few glances from the other cubicles. She quickly typed back.

OceanBreeze: Three sisters? You’re living in a circus, not a house!

Skybound: You have no idea. They run my life. I just exist in their kingdom, like a court jester trying not to get fired.

OceanBreeze: Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re holding your own pretty well. three sisters and a sense of humor? You must be some kind of superhero.

Skybound: I’ll take that as a compliment. But you — appears no siblings at all? Seems a bit too quiet. Doesn’t it get lonely? You can certainly have some of mine, free trial.

Khushi paused for a moment, the cursor blinking at her. Lonely. It wasn’t something she thought about often, but there was a truth in the word that made her pause. She brushed it off, typing quickly before the feeling settled in.

OceanBreeze: Sounds like a good trade to me! How about you take my Chikkamma for a week, and I’ll take your sisters?

Skybound: Deal! But I warn you, they might try to turn you into their personal doll. Are you ready for glitter and fashion critiques?

OceanBreeze: As long as I get out of the cooking lectures, I’m game!

Skybound: Just remember, once you step into their world, there’s no escape. I might be the handsome prince, but I’m still trapped in their castle!

Khushi laughed, shaking her head. She could almost picture him now—some guy with an easy grin, confident in a way that wasn’t obnoxious but just enough to make her wonder.

OceanBreeze: And here I thought you were living the glamorous life.

Skybound: Glamorous? Me? Ha. My life’s a mix of tea breaks and avoiding household chores. But hey, it’s a peaceful existence.

OceanBreeze: Tea and avoiding chores sounds a lot like heaven to me right now.

Skybound: Oh yeah? What’s got you running from home today?

Khushi paused for a second. She could feel the cool Bangalore breeze through the café’s windows, and the hint of rain in the air seemed to match her mood. The silence between her and Amma at home had been growing louder, and escaping to the café was the only way to breathe.

OceanBreeze: Same old. Amma wants me to be more responsible, Appa wants me to study harder..

The cursor blinked as she pressed send. Skybound's reply came swiftly.

Skybound: Ah, the classic. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m supposed to be peeling vegetables right now.

Khushi could imagine it now—this mysterious boy somewhere in a bustling household, juggling demands from three sisters while plotting his own small rebellions. It felt surreal, talking to someone she’d never seen but could picture so clearly in her mind.

OceanBreeze: I knew it! The glamorous life. Next thing you’ll tell me is you’re also a master chef.

Skybound: Nope. But I can manage pretty decent pakoras without setting the kitchen on fire. Does that count?

OceanBreeze: Impressive. A man of many talents.

Skybound: What can I say? I aim to surprise. But what about you? Any secret talents?

OceanBreeze: Hah. I wish. Mostly I’m just trying to survive the week without upsetting Amma and Chikkama.

Skybound: Well, you made it here. That’s gotta count for something. Plus, you’ve got me for company. That’s a win, right?

Khushi’s smile softened. His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, easing the tension in her shoulders. He had no idea how much she needed this, this simple escape into lighthearted banter, a world where she didn’t have to carry the weight of her family’s expectations.

OceanBreeze: Yeah. I guess that’s something. Your simple life sounds like the kind of escape I need.

Skybound: Who knew avoiding chores could be so inspiring? You should try it sometime.

OceanBreeze: Maybe I will. But for now, I’ll just live vicariously through your peaceful existence.

Skybound: My peaceful existence is here for your entertainment, any time.

She laughed again, the sound softer this time. There was something about him—his mix of devilish charm and simplicity—that made her feel lighter, like the weight she carried wasn’t so heavy when they talked.

OceanBreeze: Thanks for that. You have no idea how much I needed this tonight.

Skybound: You’re welcome. Anytime you need a break from your perfect-daughter-niece duties, you know where to find me.

OceanBreeze: I’ll hold you to that.

There was a comfort in their banter, a lightness that made Khushi forget the weight of the day. She didn’t know his name, or anything about him beyond these fragments, but it didn’t matter. In this space, she didn’t need to. It was like slipping into another world, where nothing mattered except the words on the screen and the connection they formed.

Skybound:Well, stranger, until next time, then?

Khushi smiled, her fingers tapping lightly on the keys as she sent her final message.

OceanBreeze: Until next time.

Khushi smiled, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Talking to Skybound felt like slipping into a different world, one where she didn’t have to pretend, didn’t have to hold back. Maybe that’s why, after all these months, she hadn’t asked for his name or shared hers. It was safer this way—letting him remain a mystery, just like she was to him. And yet, week after week, she returned. She couldn’t quite explain why, but something about him made her feel understood in a way that no one else did.

She logged off, the café’s hum fading as she stepped outside into the humid Bangalore night.

>>Chapter 2

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@arshifiesta

[kimosims]

The grand doors of the Griffith residence swung open to receive the distinguished guests invited to the intimate soirée hosted by Georgina and Enoch, celebrating their return from Windenburg and presenting their foreign visitors to Brindleton Bay society. Though the gathering was modest in size, it was composed of the couple’s most cherished acquaintances, and the evening promised to be one of spirited conversation and genteel delight.

In honor of the occasion, Georgina had gifted the twins matching dresses—acquisitions from her travels abroad, identical as was the case with much of their wardrobe. After some gentle coaxing from her godmother and a particularly eager Rosie, Violet, with characteristic reluctance, agreed to grace the room with a performance on her newly gifted violin. The response was instantaneous, the guests thoroughly charmed by the sight of two beautiful, identical girls, captivating the room with their harmonious music.

Among the foreign guests, Otto von Baden found himself unexpectedly taken by the evening’s elegance. Brought here by the relentless persuasion of Georgina, he had anticipated a rather tiresome affair; yet, the cultural vivacity of Brindleton Bay was swiftly dispelling his doubts. Much of this vibrant atmosphere owed itself to the presence of artists such as Mr. Albert Darlington, whom Mrs. Griffith was quick to introduce.

"Mr. Darlington, I have heard much of your work through Georgina," Otto began in his thickly accented Simlish, his tone laced with curiosity. "It appears the arts flourish under your guidance here."

Albert, ever modest, offered a warm smile. "You are most gracious, Your Grace. I merely seek to capture the beauty of this town and its people as best I can."

Otto inclined his head thoughtfully. “And tell me, what have you been working on as of late? I would be quite interested in viewing the works that have so charmed the patrons here."

"I have been exploring new themes, Your Grace, blending tradition with more modern expression. It would be my honor to host you at my residence early next week, should you care to offer your thoughts."

"A most agreeable prospect," Otto replied with a nod.

While his father engaged in animated discussion, Heinrich Otto von Baden felt adrift amidst the chatter. Though the young man had inherited his father’s talent for languages, with Simlish being among his stronger suits, his confidence faltered at the thought of conversing with the assembled guests. Uncertain of his fluency, he retreated into the quiet role of observer, scanning the room with a reserved detachment.

But despite his desire for anonymity, Heinrich was far from unnoticed. From her vantage point in the center of the room, Primrose had spotted the unfamiliar youth. Up until recently, boys had occupied little space in her thoughts, but as the shadow of adolescence crept closer, the opposite sex was beginning to claim her attention. And this boy, with his air of quiet mystery—and, in her view, undeniably handsome features—had swiftly caught her eye.

Violet, meanwhile, remained wholly absorbed in her music, unaware of the shifting interests stirring within her sister. Yet, it would not remain that way for long...

[brown-little-robin]

Top 5 tropes, top 5 dog breeds, top 5 saints

hellooo dear anonymous visitor?? visitor who asked about things I would not have thought of to list?? how mysterious??

okay, here goes:

tropes: note that I'm using this term with reckless abandon, leaving the actual definition behind in favor of Whatever I Like

sympathetic monsterhood as symbolism for some non-evil difference that sets them apart from society. like lycanthropy. non-humans who are just Different, not Bad. I eat that up >:]

dude whose quote-unquote feminine qualities turn out to be the most precious and valuable resource in the story

visible change in magic powers due to Trauma

this magic prison will either kill you or make you a better person but it will hurt the entire time either way

CHAINS AND KNIVES SYMBOLISM >:D >:D >:D kurapika from hxh changed me fundamentally

top 5 dog breeds: take this with a grain of salt, because I have owned None of these and barely interacted with most of them. however:

Shih Tzu (carpet that loves you, lap dog, polite, 10/10, my great-aunt's shih tzus are my favorite dogs ever)

Great Pyrenees (so big, so fluffy, working dogs, 10/10)

Whatever those extremely fluffy white and orange dogs with fox-like faces are, the ones that are FancyTM but not Shiba Inus, the bigger ones that also look sturdy enough to be working dogs. you know. helpless shrug

Bernese Mountain Dogs because I love a nice big dog that looks like a bear <333 and I think they're smart?

and Yorkshire Terriers because they remind me of the dog Tiger from Kipper the Dog :)

top 5 saints: I'm not Catholic, so what I think of as a "saint" might differ from the usual use of that word, but I'll do a list anyway!

Gideon. it means so much to me that God uses fearful and skeptical people to save people

my mom and dad.

Peter, because he messed up so much and Jesus still loved him and used him. hm there's a pattern here

Joseph, father of Jesus. he protected Mary's honor at the cost of his own and that means a lot to me

and Martin Luther King Jr. because he's a fascinating and worthy example of how to live out faith in the here and now

[zeldaelmo]

I’d like to know more about the OOT masquerade scheme ☺️

Aha, thanks for asking, it's one I'm very excited about. So, I noticed a severe lack of light-hearted fics in the OoT zelink fandom. Longer ones with plot, anyway. It's always hero's shade this and trauma that... Yes, I know my own isn't exactly all sunshine either, but I'm here to fix this terrible situation!

The premise of this story is that Zelda begs her father to arrange a betrothal between her and Link before he leaves for Termina. It's a child's castle in the air, but her father loves her very much so he agrees. Under one condition: Link must come back and ask for her hand until her 21st birthday or the betrothal will be resolved.

The story somehow leaves the castle walls and becomes some kind of fairy tale legend. It helps to keep up the mysterious air that Link never comes back.

By now, Zelda's 21st birthday is approaching rapidly. Someone suggests a festival of three days of masquerade balls. The idea is that she either accepts the hand of another man that she has met on the balls or that Link might come back to fulfill the betrothal.

Of course, the people are thrilled about this. A month before the festival, Castle Town fills up with country knights, noblemen, and other important people. Zelda's ladies-in-waiting are especially excited about a handsome young nobleman who ignores all their approaches because he's certain he can win Zelda's favor.

The festival approaches and the Sheikah provide their magic of light and shadow to give Zelda the chance of getting to know her suitors without worrying about decorum. Their magic lets the mask become one with the face of the wearer so that only they can see the true face of the visitors. It's truly anonymous!

Zelda is indeed enchanted by one of the guests; it happens to be the nobleman who was so sure he had a chance. She uses her own magic to become Sheik for one of the evenings but unfortunately, the Sheikah magic doesn't work for her, so she still can't tell who he is.

And what about Link? Will he really wait until the very last second to surprise her like the rumors say? It's just gossip. It must be! He has never been seen again since that fateful day ten years ago...

[wangxianficrecs]

兔死狐悲 (tù sǐ hú bēi) by Anonymous

兔死狐悲 (tù sǐ hú bēi)

by Anonymous / A 💙 Writer

M, 14k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying meets a mysterious stranger on the bus. “Your face,” Wei Ying explains. “My…face?” The man’s got his eyebrows furrowed, and no, this isn’t going the way Wei Ying was hoping. “No, not. Not that. It’s—“ Wei Ying gestures vaguely at his own face like he’s scrubbing a mirror. “This. You’re frowning.”

Kay's comments: In which Wei Ying meets Lan Zhan on the bus and thinks the other man is on his way to a date, because he has flowers with him. That doesn't deter Wei Ying from flirting though! In reality Lan Zhan is on his way to his mother's grave and right now also a frequent visitor of the hospital where Wei Ying and his siblings work. As the story progresses, Wei Ying helps Lan Zhan with some heavy questions and Lan Zhan makes sure that Wei Ying is cared for. A lovely and heartwarming story despite the Lan's complicated family history playing a role in it.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, meet-cute, doctor wei wuxian, hospitals, minor character death, heart disease, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, domestic fluff, first kiss, caretaking, grief/mourning, lan family feels

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[bitbybitwrites]

Flashback: Klainetober 2022 fics

Since we are back in October (and I'm feeling all sorts of nostalgic), I just wanted to reblog and share the old Klainetober 2022 fics that myself and my friend @madas-ahatters-world did last year.

We put them all together in a series called Halloween Harvest - Klainetober 2022. There were 31 prompts - and we do plan to get back to them, but here are the ones we did finish.

It was fun writing these. It was challenging to try to take a stab at horror writing, which isn't usually my thing. These fics were created last year when I first started writing fan fic - so its nice to look back on some old work and see how my style has developed in over a year.

If you haven't read any of these - enjoy!

The cover art for each story and individual story summaries are listed below the picture. (13 stories so far!)

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Day 1 Prompt - Poisoned

Nightshade by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

An unexpected route through the Dark Forest brings a young bard face-to-face with magic, mystery, and unforeseen consequences.

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Day 2 Prompt - Cage

Vervain by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

Torn between a life of solitude and imprisonment in the cursed forest and the freedom beckoning just outside its glades, a young man is finally forced to decide which path he chooses to take. But will his choice only bring him more death and heartache?

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Day 3 Prompt - Insects

You're Buggin' Me by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

On their way home from the pumpkin patch, Blaine takes a short cut that leads them to a sketchy motel in the middle of nowhere. In their attempt to make the best of things, they come across some unexpected visitors.

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Day 4 Prompt - Buried

Graveyard Shift by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Blaine isn's sure what Kurt was thinking when he agreed to help out at their local cemetery.

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Day 5 Prompt - Trees

Feeding Time For Woodland Creatures by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

The world has turned upside down, and Kurt is in search of the one person who will help him make sense of it all. But while searching for Blaine in the forest, he learned that timing is everything when hungry creatures need to feed.  

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Day 6 prompt - Photograph

Until The Darkness Fades Away by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After traveling back to Ohio to participate in the dedication of the new Dalton marquee, Kurt wakes up to an empty home, no Burt, Carole, or Blaine in sight. When he starts receiving strange text messages during a freak thunderstorm, he quickly realizes that things may not be what they seem.

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Day 7 prompt- Trespassing

No Trespassing by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

Part 2 of Until the Darkness Fades Away After learning that things are, in fact, not quite what they seem, Kurt works relentlessly to find his way back to Blaine.

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Day 8 prompt - Basement

Come Into My Parlor by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

After an evening of clubbing, two men have a night neither will ever forget.

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Day 9 prompt - Eyes

Lavender by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

With Death looming all around them, two young men must learn to see what is right before their very eyes and listen to what lies within their own hearts.

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Day 10 prompt - Growl

What Lurks in the Dark by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After a night out with his work buddies, Blaine wakes up Halloween morning to some unexpected disturbances.

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Day 11 Prompt - Obsession

My Hands Are At Your Throat (I Think I Hate You) by MadAs_AHatter

Summary:

After finding out they need to fundraise for their trip to New York, the New Directions decide to hold a booth at the McKinley Annual Halloween Carnival. When an anonymous donor offers a hefty donation to the Glee Club, Kurt finds himself coming face-to-face with the last person he expected.

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Day 12 Prompt - Passenger

All Aboard by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

A trip from Paris to Prague on the Orient Express sets the scene for a meeting between a traveler and a mysterious passenger that catches his eye. Could romance bloom between them?

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NOTE: Day 13 prompt - (still to be written)

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Day 14 prompt - Omen

The Child by bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Summary:

While out and about running errands, Kurt keeps running into a strange child everywhere he goes. He suspects something odd is at play, but Blaine thinks he's just being a bit paranoid.

[cailynwrites]

Harry Potter Rec Fest Day 20 - Rated G

@hprecfest is calling me out again. Apparently, I don't read many rated G fics. But there are some that have stuck out to me. Reminder to myself that fics don't need smut to be great.

Marginalia by magnetic_pole Podfic by @codeswitch Pairing: Sirius x Remus Word count: 3,200 Rating: G

In the village of Arabel's Raven, there is an ancient Library that contains the collected wisdom of the wizarding world. It holds books detailing every known spell and curse, treatises on Dark Creatures and mysterious ailments, and all the most noble tales of magical courage and wisdom and love. This tale, however, is not one of them.

I love a unique POV on a well-known pairing seen through outside eyes. This is Wolfstar, but through the eyes of a visitor to a library where they Remus and Sirius left notes in the margins of a book. It's beautifully written and uses the reader's prior knowledge to cast typical Wolfstar sadness over the whole thing without stating it too explicitly.

The Dursley's Worst Nightmare written and read by @picascribit Pairing: Dudley x Cho Word count: 3,485 Rating: G

More redemption arcs for Dudley!!! Cho helps Dudley when he's a bit overwhelmed at Harry and Ginny's wedding. @picascribit always has such unique takes on characters, putting them in new and interesting situations. I like that Cho gets to be active (instead of having tragedies happen to her) and Dudley gets to experience a little of what Harry has gone through, both good and bad.

Marginal Notes by @blamebrampton Podfic by sisi_rambles Pairing: Draco x Harry Word count: 9,398 Rating: G

A Hogwarts 8th year fic. Communication is not the best when it's done through anonymous notes, but they eventually talk things out. @blamebrampton never has any superfluous description, everything is in service of the plot. It's very efficient and makes for an enjoyable read. It's also funny and uses ancillary characters to great effect. sisi_rambles is a great narrator and reads this perfectly.

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And finally, a couple of little self-recs ...

stood a little while within it by @tasteofshapes - a Podfic (Spotify) Pairing: Draco x Harry Word count: 2,543 Length: 14:15 Rating: G

One more bonus holiday fic. This is a little slice of life - a Christmas party where the boys bond over their Christmas gifts for Teddy. Sweet and cozy for the holidays.

riddle me this by @megamegaturtle - a Podfic (Spotify) Pairing: Draco x Hermione Word count: 8,051 Length: 48:09 Rating: G

This fic is better than most Hallmark movies. The conceit is so adorable and makes for believable miscommunication throughout. Flirting through anonymous riddles, where Draco believes he's very clever, Hermione is actually clever, and everyone lives happily ever after!

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Mysterious Benefactor Shaina Tranquilino September 27, 2024

The rain drummed steadily on the roof of the small, run-down house, its once vibrant red paint now chipped and fading. Inside, the Urban family huddled together in the dim light of a single flickering lamp. Susan Urban sat by the table, her face etched with worry, as she scanned the stack of overdue bills. Her husband, Tom, sat across from her, his hands calloused from years of manual labour, his eyes distant as he pondered their bleak future. Their young daughter, Asha, played quietly on the floor with a worn-out doll, oblivious to the storm brewing inside her parents' hearts.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Tom stood up, startled by the unexpected visitor. He opened the door to find no one there, just the cold wind and the steady patter of rain. But at his feet, resting on the porch, was a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

“Who could it be at this hour?” Susan asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Tom picked up the package and brought it inside. He placed it on the table, and the three of them stared at it in silence for a moment. The handwriting on the note attached was elegant and unfamiliar:

"For the Urbans. May this ease your burden."

Cautiously, Tom untied the string and unfolded the paper. Inside were neatly stacked bills—thousands of dollars. Enough to pay off their debts and more.

Susan gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "This can't be real," she whispered. "Who would do this?"

Tom shook his head, equally baffled. "There’s no name, no explanation. Just the money."

Despite their disbelief, the Urbans used the money to settle their bills, pay off the mortgage, and buy a few essentials they had gone without for so long. The relief was immense, and for the first time in years, they felt a glimmer of hope.

But the gifts didn’t stop.

Every week, another package arrived at their door. Sometimes it contained more money, other times fine clothes for Asha, groceries, or even luxurious items they could never have afforded on their own. Each one came without a trace of the benefactor's identity, just the same cryptic note:

"For the Urbans. May this ease your burden."

At first, the Urbans were overwhelmed with gratitude. They no longer worried about their next meal or the mounting bills, and Asha seemed happier than ever. But as the weeks passed, Susan began to feel uneasy. Who could be sending them these gifts? And why?

She voiced her concerns to Tom one evening after another anonymous package had arrived.

“We can’t just keep taking these things,” Susan said. “It feels wrong not knowing who’s behind it. What if there’s a catch?”

Tom frowned. “We’ve searched for clues, asked around the neighbourhood, even checked the mail routes. No one knows anything. Whoever they are, they clearly don’t want to be found.”

“I don’t care,” Susan said firmly. “We have to find them. There’s something off about all of this.”

The next week, when the familiar knock came at the door, Tom was ready. He rushed outside, hoping to catch the mysterious benefactor in the act. But once again, no one was there—just the rain-soaked street and the faint echo of footsteps vanishing into the night.

Determined, the Urbans began their investigation. They asked neighbours, tracked down delivery drivers, and even visited the local post office, but every lead came up cold. No one had seen anything suspicious, and no one could explain the origin of the packages.

Then, one night, Asha came to her parents, holding something tightly in her hand. "Mama, Papa, look what I found," she said, her innocent eyes wide.

She opened her palm to reveal a small, gold-embossed pin in the shape of an eye. It had been tucked inside the latest package, hidden beneath layers of fine silk.

Susan's heart raced as she studied the symbol. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow it filled her with a deep sense of dread. "Where did you find this?" she asked.

"It was in the box," Asha replied, shrugging. "I thought it was pretty."

Tom took the pin, his face darkening. "I’ve seen this symbol before," he said quietly. "There’s an old lodge on the outskirts of town—I've passed it on my way to work. They have this emblem on the gate."

The next day, Tom and Susan went to the lodge. It was a sprawling, gothic structure surrounded by high walls, hidden deep within the woods. The gate was adorned with the same eye symbol. It seemed abandoned, but a faint light flickered inside.

They knocked on the door, half expecting no one to answer. But to their surprise, the door creaked open, revealing a tall man in a dark suit. His eyes were cold, his smile unsettling.

“Ah, the Urbans,” he said, as if he had been expecting them. “Please, come in.”

Against their better judgment, they stepped inside. The interior was grand but suffocating, with heavy drapes and dark wood paneling. The man led them into a room where several others sat in silence, all wearing pins with the same eye symbol.

"Who are you?" Susan demanded, her voice trembling. "And why have you been sending us these gifts?"

The man’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "We are simply benefactors. We help those in need, those who can be…useful to us."

"Useful?" Tom echoed, his fists clenching. "What do you mean?"

The man’s gaze hardened. "Nothing is ever truly free, Mr. Urban. The gifts were merely the beginning. We have plans for you and your family. But do not worry, your loyalty will be rewarded. All we ask in return is…obedience."

Susan's blood ran cold. "We don’t want anything from you anymore. We never asked for this!"

The man’s smile disappeared. "It’s too late for that, Mrs. Urban. You’ve already accepted our gifts. Now you must honour your part of the bargain."

Before Tom could respond, the door behind them slammed shut, and the lights flickered ominously. The Urbans were surrounded by the silent figures, their faces expressionless, their eyes glinting with malice.

In that moment, Susan realized they had walked into a trap far darker than they could have imagined. The gifts had been bait—luring them into the clutches of something ancient and sinister. The benefactors weren’t saviours. They were puppeteers, pulling the strings of unsuspecting souls.

And now, the Urbans were caught in their web.

"We don’t belong to you," Tom growled, stepping protectively in front of his wife.

The man chuckled softly. "But you do. And soon, you will understand why."

The Urbans knew then that there was no escape—not from the gifts, nor from the dark society that had marked them.

The only question that remained was how much they were willing to sacrifice to be free.