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highdefhoetry · 1 month ago

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tender meat.

cw: NSFW!! DARK KINKS!! heavy cnc/nc vibes, read at your own risk! female reader, home burglary/break in, noncon/cnc-ish, bondage, knife play, cutting off clothes, degradation (use of term "slut"), breast fondling, panty sniffing, pussy spanking, fingerfucking, penetration (penis in vagina), multiple sex positions, spanking, biting/marking, creampie, threats of violence, mention of cannibalism, cigarette smoking, reader is alive at the end

a/n: i do not condone real life burglary, crime, sexual violence, cannibalism, or rape. this work is pure fantasy. expect tcoaal canon-typical violence and dark content.

“...There. That’s much better, isn’t it?”

The boy steps back to admire his handiwork and looks at you with a victorious, subdued smile. His green eyes follow your twisting form as you squirm in your bonds, watching with amusement at your futile attempts to escape. Black bangs frame his handsome face, one that reflects a sick, sadistic glee at the sight of your struggling. He stands at the edge of your bed as you struggle against the ropes binding your arms and wrists behind your back. You start to panic as the realization of how immobile you truly are kicks in, and your heart pounds in your chest when he holds the dull end of his butcher knife under your chin.

“You look scared,” he comments in a nonchalant tone, as if he’s not holding up a fucking knife to your throat. “What’s the matter? Think I’m gonna do something to you?”

You were such an idiot. Why did you have to go and answer the door at such a late hour? When you saw that pretty young woman at the door begging for help, the good Samaritan in you gave her the benefit of the doubt and invited her in. You had no idea you’d be bum rushed by her and her brother, both working in tandem to rob you of every valuable possession you owned. The girl was currently rummaging through your belongings in the other room while the boy was tasked with keeping an eye on you. His jade-colored eyes studied you carefully, his gaze never once leaving yours.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you as long as you behave.”

You try to say something back, but all that comes out are muffled sounds thanks to the thick tape over your mouth. He scoffs, getting some kind of sick pleasure out of your hopeless attempts to speak. Despite your efforts, you haven’t been able to wiggle out of the ropes or even loosen them no matter how much you struggle. The boy doesn’t seem too concerned about you escaping. He’s probably a seasoned rigger, with how secure his knots are. You wonder how many times he’s done this before.

“My idiot sister is taking her time,” he grumbles. “Maybe I should have some fun with you while we wait.”

Panic strikes through you like lightning. In your desperation, you start begging and pleading for him not to hurt you, knowing that your words won’t get through, but he simply shushes you with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh… no screaming or crying. Remember what I told you would happen if you made a huge fuss?”

He drags the back of the blade across your skin, trailing a path down your jaw to your throat. You gulp and freeze up. One little move, and he could slice you up like tender meat.

“...Good girl. You just sit there and look pretty while I decide what I’m gonna do to you.”

The knife continues its path down your body, stopping only to cut the thin spaghetti straps of your tank top off your shoulders.

"Maybe I should chop you up and cook you in some stew," he mentions casually, his dark humor failing to reach you. "I bet you'd taste amazing marinated overnight."

He cuts down the middle of your shirt, rendering you topless as your breasts spill out. You hear a quiet moan fall from his lips, followed by a sharp breath.

“Damn… you have nice tits. I wonder if they feel as good as they look.”

For a moment, he puts the knife down and slowly approaches you with lust in his eyes, a stark contrast to the cold, steely gaze from before. He pushes you onto your back and climbs on top, then gropes your tits in both hands and fondles them gently. His touch elicits pathetic little mewls out of you, which seem to bring him some amusement.

“You like this, huh? You little slut.”

He traces his fingers under your breasts, circles your nipples with his nails, grips them harder to hear you cry out. It’s violating, but what disturbs you more than his unwanted touch is how much it’s starting to turn you on…

His hands slide down your body, caressing your waist and stomach with an unexpected softness you wouldn’t expect from a home intruder. He gropes your hips, admiring your soft curves and the way your body seems to be pushing itself further into his grasp. You’re not trying to, damn it, but it feels so good… and the hardness in his pants makes it obvious that he’s into it, too.

As you’re trying to suppress your own vocalizations, you hear loud rummaging coming from outside your room followed by the sound of something large and heavy falling over. That “sister” of his must’ve knocked something over. You can hear her swearing loudly to herself. The noise startles the boy, his attention divesting from you momentarily. You sense an opportunity to escape and slowly start inching away, hoping he’ll leave you be to go investigate. But instead, he drags you back towards him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes are different now. Those pretty emerald irises glare at you with indignation. His once gentle hands were now pressing into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. You wince at the pain and lie perfectly still, fearful of what he’ll do now that you’ve pissed him off.

“I’ve been a nice guy, haven’t I?” he speaks in a low, threatening tone. “I think it’s time you stopped holding out on me.”

Your eyes widen when you realize what he means. You shake your head and appeal to his better nature through muffled pleading while he spreads your legs apart and sits between them. With your ankles tied and your thighs pinned beneath his legs, all you can do is squirm weakly beneath him.

This was it.

He was going to take you.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

He slices off your underwear from the hips and rips off the tattered cloth. He lifts it to his nose and inhales deeply, eyes rolling back as he savors the scent of you. After tossing it aside, he puts a cold hand on your aching pussy and runs his fingers across your lips. He notices the wetness already dripping from your hole and grins wickedly.

“You’re already this wet?” he teases. “You’re just as fucked up as me. Slut.”

He spanks your pussy as he says that last word, making you shriek despite your efforts to keep silent. He circles your swollen clit, teasing it lightly just to get you to moan. Then, he slips a finger in your hole and starts pumping. Slowly at first, then steadily picking up speed. His eyes fixate onto your face, studying your expression and the way they roll back in your head from his touch. His face remains neutral, although there is something sinister behind his gaze. A hunger for something more, something he was going to get one way or another.

He hits a sweet spot inside you and massages it until you cum, placing a hand over your mouth to further quiet the airy moans escaping from your throat. A smirk creeps across his face while he relishes in the sight of you. A few seconds pass, and you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice that he’s pulled down his pants. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him shove his cock inside you. It’s so thick and girthy, it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside out. When you cry out, he shushes you again by holding the knife to your throat.

“Be quiet,” he growls in your ear. “Or I’ll slice you up.”

You force back guttoral moans as he pounds into you, fucking you at a rapid, desperate pace. As if he’s starving, as if your pussy is the last he’ll ever get. He holds apart your legs as he pumps in and out, slamming himself into you so hard you begin to see stars. He leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting down so hard you’re sure it’ll leave teeth marks behind. It hurts. It stings. You thrash around, trying to shake him off, but that only serves to spur him on. He groans in pleasure as your walls clench around his dick.

“Fuck… keep struggling… yeah, just like that…”

He squeezes your upper thighs and knees, making you shriek again. Your squirming almost becomes violent; the way he’s pressing his fingers into your sensitive areas is sensory overload. He pinches your ribs, drags his nails down your sides, bites your neck and ears until you’re practically screaming. You hear him chuckling as he works, a sadistic sound that fills you with abject fear.

You’re not sure how long it goes on. He fucks you like an animal, manhandling you in different positions according to his desires. You start off on your back before he flips you over, railing you from behind with your legs pressed together. After a while he lifts your hips into the air, giving your ass a few firm smacks before shoving himself inside your hole once more. He grabs your hair at the base of your skull and pulls hard, forcing you to throw your head back. Then finally, finally, he cums, filling you with his warm seed that drips out of your hole when he pulls out. But right when you think he’s done, he pushes his dick back inside and fucks you again. It happens so fast and his strokes are so quick that it makes you panic, fearing he’ll actually break you if he keeps going.

Once he’s done fucking his cum back into you, he pulls out one last time with a heavy sigh. You lay there motionless listening to the sound of him zipping up his pants. You’re having trouble breathing now, with the tape still covering your mouth and your face pressed into the bed sheets. Fortunately, he turns you back over, forcing you to face him. His expression is cold and distant as he looks down upon you like you’re nothing. Like a rag he’s used and discarded. The focused look he had before has been replaced with one of ennui. He takes a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket and lights it up, filling your bedroom with smoke and the smell of tobacco. The sudden change is so jarring that all you can do is stare at him in horror.

He smokes for a couple minutes, blowing little puffs at you every now and then and smirking when you cough. The smell is overbearing, filling your nostrils and lungs with filth. When he finishes, he ashes the blunt on your windowsill and starts to say something. But right when he opens his mouth, the girl bursts into the room.

“Okay, we can go now,” she whines. “This stupid bitch is broke. She-”

When she looks at you, lying on the bed covered in cum, sweat, and tears, her face contorts into pure rage. She curses at you furiously, her anger directed at both you and the boy with the knife.

“What the fuck, Andrew?!” she hisses. “I leave for two seconds and you fuck this ugly floozie? I can’t trust you for shit! I can’t believe you’d-”

There’s a loud smack, followed by a thump as she hits the ground. “Andrew” crouches down and picks up his unconscious sister, throwing her over his shoulder as he stands up. You watch in confusion as he approaches you once more, cutting the ropes on your wrists and arms. You’re free, but sore as fuck from being bound in that position for so long, so you can barely move.

As you’re ripping off the tape, he stops at your doorway and turns around one last time.

“Don’t you dare call the cops,” he threatens, and his expression shows that it’s not a bluff. “If you're a good girl, I'll give you something nice the next time I come back."

You nod meekly, too terrified to move even though you’re now unbound. You stay completely still until he walks out the front door, leaving you behind to clean up the mess he’s made.

#mdni #tcoaal smut #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #dark content tw

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bleuside97 · 1 year ago

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Redemption and Regression

paring: babydaddy!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader

summary: even after five years there is not escaping of jeon jungkook.

warnings: reader has a four year old child, reader gets kidnapped by jjk, manhandling, harsh words, profanities, a bit of angst,

genre: yandere jungkook

"Hi mommy." A little voice called through the phone call. You hold the phone close to your ear. Relief filled your senses by hearing your son's voice. Looking both ways before crossing the empty street. "Hello mommy's baby." You replied to your son, U-Jin Y/L/N, smiling ear to ear. "How are you liking it at Grandma's house?" You asked the small boy. "I love it here, Grandma has lots of toys for me to play with and she cooked samgyupsal for dinner." You couldn't see him but you can tell that joy evident in his voice. In the background of the phone call the sound of toys clashing together. Clearly, submerged in his fun toys he stopped taking.

Your four year old baby, frequently stays at his grandparents house on nights you have to work overtime. This whole week has been filled with late shifts at the office. You are employed as a journalist, a struggling one if that, you are writing your newest article that could be your breakthrough. A female voice cuts in, "Y/n." "Hello Mom, thank you for taking U-Jin in again, I've been so busy at the office." Walking home from work alone in the dark of the night. Thankfully you're almost at home. Just a few more blocks from it. You walk through the patches of yellow lights given by the street lights, within every kilometer. A gust of wind flies past you and bites your nose and cheeks turning a bright rose color. Your cling onto your light jacket a little tighter with your free hand. It was cold but your pursed nonetheless pulling the hood over your head. Pushing your hands deeper into your jacket's pocket for warmth. You continue to walk to your destination.

"I can't neglect my responsibility as a Grandmother," She dismisses your gratitude, always selfless. You're grateful to have her in your life, the only person you trust right now. You smile gratefully, admitting, "I can't do this alone." Tears well up, clouding your vision. "I'm a struggling single mom, trying to keep my job." A compassionate sigh emanates from the other end of the phone. "Don't give up, Y/n. You've come so far from those so many years ago." Her encouraging words bring a smile to your face. The smile fades as you recall your life before five years ago. Swiftly changing the subject, you attempt to forget about it. "I'll pick up U-Jin tomorrow, it's my day off. See you then, please kiss U-Jin goodnight for me."

You conclude the call quick to tuck it in your purse. A shadow of a figure in the distance. A rather tall figure, with long brunette hair blowing in the wind. He wore a loose-fitting hoodie and baggy jeans. He walks, his gaze locked on the sidewalk ahead, his face obscured by a cap that renders him faceless in the dim light. In the midst of the crowded sidewalk, your shoulders accidentally collide. You're quick to offer an apology, but as you do, the faceless figure slowly turns to face you, and in that instant, you imprint a name on his featureless visage. A surge of instinctive fear jolts through your mind, urging your body into action. Your legs propel you into motion before rational thought can catch up.

In the darkness behind you, an iron grip suddenly clamps onto your arms, imprisoning them against your trembling frame. You instinctively struggle, desperately attempting to wriggle free from his unyielding hold, but he remains an immovable force. As fear courses through your veins, you open your mouth to scream, only to be violently yanked backward, stealing the very breath from your lungs and reducing your scream to a feeble gasp.

His fingers constrict around your waist and throat, the world narrowing to the thunderous pounding of your heart in your ears and the veins throbbing visibly in your throat. Panic surges within you, tears welling up in your eyes. Amidst the chaotic moment, your vision is reduced to a blur of blinding car headlights, the whizzing of the street, and a fraction of a car door frame as you're forcibly thrust into the passenger-side seat. Desperation fuels your efforts as you claw your nails against his arm, a frantic struggle to break free.

Having cornered you within the confines of the vehicle, your assailant steps back, allowing you a fleeting glimpse. Through your disheveled hair, the darkness, and the tears clouding your vision, you discern little more than the silhouette of a man. His head abruptly swivels in your direction, his hand lunging forward, and a noxious cloth slaps onto your face.

In your frantic struggle with all your might, you toss your head back, a desperate bid to evade him, your instincts screaming about the consequences of failure. You were forcibly shoved into the car, an unsettling sense of déjà vu washed over you, and you could have sworn that your faceless assailant wore a hauntingly familiar, triumphant grin. A haunting warning chills your soul, "I warned you, y/n, from the moment you left me, I told you I will always find you." The world dissolves into darkness as he steps back, sealing your fate with a resounding slam of the car door. Rendering you unconscious.

(Transition)

A cold shiver danced down your spine, and the chill of damp concrete beneath your scent a jolt of discomfort through her frail frame. Panic began to claw at the edges of your consciousness as her memory reluctantly unveiled the grim truth: she was trapped, imprisoned by the very person she had once called her own.

As her senses gradually sharpened, she became aware of the stale, musty air, tinged with the scent of old wood and mildew. The sound of distant water dripping echoed ominously, punctuating the silence that enveloped her. Her hands, trembling as she explored her immediate surroundings, brushed against rough walls and the coarse surface of a cot, revealing the stark minimalism of her prison. With every fleeting moment, the dreadful awareness of her predicament grew more poignant. Memories of their tumultuous history resurfaced, casting shadows on her thoughts, and the realization dawned that she was now at the mercy of her former captor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she grappled with the agonizing helplessness of her situation.

Amidst the dimly lit basement's gloom, your eyes gradually adjusted to the obscurity, revealing the harsh reality of her situation. As her disoriented senses sharpened, she could make out a silhouette lurking in the shadows. Her heart raced, and a tremor coursed through her frail form as the figure gradually materialized before her.

a/n: it's been a minute bro ik i said that i was going to post like five days a week naaa that was a lie. it's not that easy im currently in school and im tired and doing work all the time. im exhausted but ima try to post once a week. i will try. anyways, im still on my yandere shit and i have way more coming up. i really this one and i think it's a cool story. please let me know your feedback please this is only the first part of the story and i don't want this to flop 😭 please don't make it flop I beg! i really worked hard on it it took me days to do!! there's gonna be two more chapters and smut would be included in the next chapter so...

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balo-badartist · 2 months ago

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HFDOSN OMG YOUR ART IS SO LOVELY!!

I was wondering if you have any tips to rendering or the way you pick colours?? It's something I struggle with and yours are so vibrant and full of life!

HII I’m actually so happy to answer ur question! I work at the studio I took art classes at to help highschool kids learn the basics to art, so I love teaching a bit of art!!

Mind you, I’m still a younger artist, and I still have a lot to learn. And this is only talking about my style and my tastes! Make sure to look at how the true masters do it too! (My favorite master artists are Redum4, Octahooves, and Matchach on Twitter)

When it comes to rendering, values, and color, it’s all about balance and contrast.

For rending, (at least for my style) it’s all about lost and found edges. Balancing lost edges vs soft edges. Smooth vs textured, harsh vs porcelain.

In my style, I see rendering as a way to convey character and mood. Lost edges equals softness and grace. Found edges equals harshness and severity.

I utilize lost and found edges in this way! In other words, if you ignore balance (such as utilizing many found edges and hardly any lost edges) then give it a narrative/mood reason, I say! :3

But in terms of the basics, lost edges means a smooth surface, a smooth transition from light to dark (or transition of color). While found edges suggests a harsh transition from light to dark. ALSO and probably most importantly when it comes to edges in rendering: Found edges reels the eye in, creating focus. Lost edges typically lose the eye, creating a rest for our eyes. It’s important to balance them for these reasons too!

For colors, it’s all about THE GRAYS. (Ironically enough!) The basics of my coloring method can be described via this sphere:

Basically, a highly saturated color can only have its high saturation in the spotlight BECAUSE the gray tones make it pop by giving the eyes a break period saturation wise. All about contrast!

As you can see, I differentiate the colors and saturations by values. My shadows are deeply saturated, typically warm. (It’s more typical to make the lighter area warm and the shadows cool! But I find that vibrancy comes easier if you desaturated the light, make it colder, and really PUMP UP the saturation and heat in the shadows.) And the areas lit up are typically cooler and have hints of gray in them! This is great for conveying strong direct light (which is typical in my style), and it makes it look as if the light is so powerful it seeps through their skin. You can see how I do this in some of my work, I typically exaggerate these qualities in skin!

You can also do this especially well for skin with melanin!

This also works especially well digitally, because saturation and value works in tangent in the color square! Pure white has no saturation, and the more saturation you add to pure white (the further right you go on the color square) the more value you get.

The use of grays are the most important thing when it comes to vibrancy, in my opinion! Too much saturation is, well, too much. Again, you can disregard this rule if you have a reason for it. Such as a high energy mood or overstimulation you’re trying to convey! Or desaturated to convey coldness, stillness, etc.

Anyways, I hope this made sense! (And sorry about it being more of an info dump than tip-giving >w<) If anyone wants clarification on anything, feel free to ask me in the comments! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

#artists on tumblr #art help #art tips #coloring tips #rendering

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whumpusgumpus · 6 months ago

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WHUMP/SNZ/COLDS COMMISSIONS OPEN‼️ STARTING AT JUST 5$🗣️‼️

So I’m in a tough spot in life rn, and a fellow freak like y’all needs some help! Starting at 8$ per sketch, I’m opening up my whump/sck/snz commissions. I don’t have a comm sheet yet, but I’ve drawn tons of whump and am going to be uploading much more in the near future. The prices are as follows:

Each comes with a lil doodle: pictured above in the 3rd and 4th slides

8$ digital torso and up sketch (pictured above in 2nd slide, but erm digital

12$ torso and up digital sketch+color

18$ torso and up digital sketch+render (pictured above in 1st slide)

(From first to last +5,+8,+15) for an additional person (whumper or caretaker perhaps 😏)

I take Cashapp and paypal! I ask for the payment of each commission before it’s finished 😊

Sorry for the lack of examples, a beotch is in a PICKLE 🙂‍↕️ but ty y’all for reading, and I look forward to hopefully drawing some yummy stuff for y’all 😏

Pictured above: Drew konr/ad struggling w a fever. Although nervous at first given Konr/ad’s grumpy mood, Blathnat steps up to take care of him =)

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xbruised-peachx · 10 months ago

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Yooo first time ever requesting anything on this platform but like. Gromsko? Fender? As dads 😳? Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for more content with my favs :3

OHHHH SWEET ANON I've thought about this a lot, in particular with Grom, might make a render someday... eventually... when i have time... dont hold me to this.

Tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, critical levels of cuteness and sweetness, author is not responsible for baby fever caused by this fic, one-shot, not betaread

Gromdad/Dad!Gromsko ⛈🇵🇱

He's always been a family man, not even just for wanting kids. Learning to care from his grandmother, he knows there's so much more that goes into having a truly good family life beyond just having a big family. He knows the value of true familial love that some struggle with because all they want is some big lineage. He's seen swaths of men who just want to pass on their genes but then not be there for the family they helped create. He never wants to be like that. He wants to be like his grandmother, like the other men in his family; true, respectful men that bring honor to them through compassion, care, and true familial love. Someone that will be passed down through generations due to the genuine heart he has.

Announcing to him that you're pregnant would genuinely brighten up his whole day. He would sit silent for moments as a smile crept up his face, in complete disbelief as his mind raced. He would only be able to choke out a soft "W-what?", unable to hide his smile as it grew and he laughed out of sheer awe. Head in his hands as his mind scrambled more for what to say, struggling even to gather a thought in his native language, let alone translate it. You rubbed your hand on his back, worried about him but he'd quickly pull you in for a tight embrace, taking a deep inhale in as he rested his head into the crook of your neck. Pulling back, you saw as he had a soft smile, his eyes gleaming a bit more as he showed a soft expression, wet with tears that threatened to come out. "I... I think I'm the happiest man in the world right now."

Having him around during pregnancy was a godsend. Sure, his medical training was for war and not for prenatal care, but he would be trying his damnedest and reading professional books on care. He wouldn't dare you to lift a finger the entire time, making meals for you like he usually would, and cleaning the house. Whatever you are craving, he'll figure out a way to mix it up even if it's... questionable in flavor to him. He also adores shopping with you, picking out a theme for an animal for the nursery, going with lions with the warm orange and oak colors making it very inviting as he set up the furniture. He especially adored the small scale clothes and shoes, and you couldn't even resist the cute allure of the matching red and white tracksuit when it was in a miniature scale. The nights though were where the true comfort lied, just on the couch, watching a movie or show while wrapped in blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist as he softly rubbed where the bump was forming. You couldn't see his face due to the position but he would be looking in absolute adoration. He knew pregnancy was hard on you, but that you were more than willing to put up with it for him? He will do anything to make it easier for you.

Above all, he is an amazing father once the baby is born. He admits, he cried when he first saw them and held them in his arms. He wasn't ever the man to cry, but the pure joy made him break. No doubt too with him being a big guy himself, his kid would come out naturally big and stay that way through infancy (I think of the one tiktok where he says "you look like a busted can of biscuits"... feel like that happened to Sobi at least once). One of his favorite things to do is while the baby is on their back, grabbing his helmet and going over them, letting the little bits of fabric dangle down as he leans down, shaking his head lightly as he watches the baby's reaction, eyes going wide then a huge smile growing as the baby starts giggling. His own smile goes wide as he hears every time the baby lets out a screaming laugh as he shakes his head. Watching it all warms you heart. It warms your heart even more as nighttime hits and you hear a low voice coming from the nursery, a tune that is out of key but warm and inviting in his own way. To his side a "Goodnight Moon" book but his singing... He expressed how he wanted to have the baby know both English and Polish. And there he was, softly singing in a rocking chair, no doubt his baritone singing making a soothing rumble as the baby fell asleep against his chest; Oj, lulaj, lulaj... Maleńki sokole... Oj, jak ty mnie urośniesz... Pójdziesz ze mną w pole...

Dad!Fender 🤘🇭🇺

He's always had the looming loss of his father over him, that legacy being his driving force as a soldier. But when he got with you? A new type of dread loomed over him; would he meet the same fate as his father? The thought terrified him, leaving you alone to raise a child, he didn't want to leave another child with the same fate as him. He wanted to be different.

When you told him about the results of the test, you were worried. You knew he wouldn't end things with you but that this still was completely unplanned. And that made him think of his own parents again. He remained silent, thinking in his head of what his own father must have thought when he was told... but as your hand slid over his and he met your eyes, seeing that worry and doubt, it melted him a bit. He thought of how his father must have thought at the time, with his mission in Budapest, the situation in Budapest at the time... thought story had its parallels, he realized it was different. He wasn't a CIA operative in a different country, he was a strong soldier in his own way, now working for a PMC that he could break his contract with for the time being. He had a strong relation with Kortac and they would absolutely understand his absence. He realized he can make it different, he will break the fate. Taking your hand and meeting your eyes, he looked determined but caring still, a smile on his face as he spoke, "We got this... We'll be strong together and get through this, darling... I'll be here for you."

With his break from Kortac he was more than willing to care for you while you were pregnant. His love of working out meant he had plenty of vitamins to help out both you and the baby, but also he was more than willing to grab new ones that were specialized for prenatal. Anytime you passed out on the couch, taking a nap just from the sheer work of your body growing your child. He'd smile and lift you with ease to the bed, often just taking a moment to lay with you while you rested. It warmed his heart being there for you. He had no mission professionally, just the goal of being there for you and supporting you. He felt less dread as time went on and he saw you happily walking around the home, smiling as you leaned on the doorway to the new nursery as he put together the complicated furniture.

When the baby was born, he couldn't ever describe the elation he felt. His own father dying before he was born, he finally felt at ease as he proved he could break the cycle, that it wasn't his destiny to have the same fate as his father, even if there was parallels. He'd carry everything for you out of the hospital, including the baby themself. And he always wanted to be there for you and the baby after, he was often the one getting up in the middle of the night when they cried, not minding at all as he savored every moment he got with them. He loved spending tummy time with you and them, encouraging the lil' thing as they grew and got stronger. Every moment was so precious to him, and he was glad to be there. Though his dad seemed before to be an omen, now he couldn't help but think of him positively, hoping wherever he was that he could see the proud man he left on this world, now a proud father.

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kitthepurplepotato · 11 months ago

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Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya x reader #pro hero deku x reader #Deku x reader

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kabukiaku · 22 days ago

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i hope this makes sense as a question but how do you get your color palettes so good. i struggle to get mine to be anything but really cartoon-ish saturation

I rely a lot on layer filters / blending ! And also I will use those pre-arranged color palettes for artists to use. I also take inspiration and observations from real life.

Observing how shadows and lights work help me understand how to color and render my work.

Here I talk about how I incorporate layer blending techniques into the colors of my art

#ask kabuki #plaquerat

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celosiaceo · 5 months ago

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“You Shall Not Murder”

Characters: Leander, Hyacinth (Unnamed MC)

Word count: 3000-4000 words

Tags: blood, descriptions of violence, mild gore, death

Scratching at the muscular hand clasped over their mouth, Hyacinth tried to scream for help, knowing none would come. Dragged down the cold damp stairs by the hair, they stumbled against the grip. Once they tried to bite the strong hand that almost strangled them, Hyacinth got thrown into the opposite wall of the cellar. Leander approached slowly while they heaved for air, coughing as they tried to scrape themself off the floor.

“All bark no bite. For someone with the gall to carve all those spells on my door, you go down easily, Hyacinth.” Leander clapped the dust off his gloves, watching as flakes of dust descended from the walls and onto the fallen priest. “Much too easily. I could humor your audacity again, I had for way too fucking long, but everyone’s patience runs out eventually.” He loomed over Hyacinth’s crumpled figure, his eyes glowing in the shadow of his frame over the orange lamp.

Hyacinth was almost certain they heard a crack or two when their back and shoulder hit the wall, but they were too disoriented to know for certain or feel much pain. At the moment of the collision, their vision snapped to white, and now was blurry while they tried to scoop themself back up.

While making pitiful attempts to return the air knocked out of their lungs, Hyacinth stared up at Leander with half-open eyes. They could only discern the green glow that his eyes emitted even in the darkness, his words only being half intelligible past the ringing in their ears. Hyacinth tried to say something in return, but could only wheeze and let out a choked cough while pushing themself up by the arm.

“You seem just so insistent on fucking up my every plan, squirming in the way like a pathetic goddamn animal. Look at yourself. One kick could end you. And that’d still be overkill.” Leander growled, his expression staying void of emotion despite the clear rage in his voice and how the leather of his gloves stretched over his clenched fists. Hyacinth managed to sit, and were now taking heavy breaths with their chest and shoulders moving in wide frantic motions to cover for their greedy need for air. “Come on. Get up, you little freak. There’s no more miracles left to keep your miserable ass alive.”

Hyacinth stumbled up while leaning their side on the wall. They stared into Leander’s eyes with horrified desperation, clinging onto hope with delusional determination. “You… Blas…phemer…” Hyacinth croaked, wobbling while they tried to stand on their own.

Leander only chuckled. “Best start praying now, priest.” With a firm step forward, he crushed Hyacinth into the wall with his forearm pressing into their chest with his elbow and fist pinning the priest’s arms in place and rendering them immobile. They gasped for air just before Leander’s other hand would clasp around their neck. It’d barely take him any effort to snap Hyacinth’s neck into two if he wanted to, but no, he wanted their death to be slow. He wanted the priest to try to plead to be forgiven for everything they’ve ever done to foil his plans and destroy his ambitions. He wanted to watch life drain from their eyes. But not even this detrimental and thoroughly hopeless situation dissuaded Hyacinth from fighting for their life.

As much as they could, Hyacinth thrashed against the much stronger arms. Tears streamed down their face, the priest was getting dizzy and their limbs felt like they were being stabbed with thousands of invisible needles, their vision blurred into static with colored shapes floating across it. Leander only scrutinized their suffering as if it were an entertaining display, like a spider watching a moth thrash in its net.

“Give up now, priest. Didn’t you yourself say you deserve a slow death? Why’re you struggling?” Leander questioned with venomous amusement. His eyes hadn’t shifted from staring into Hyacinth with an overwhelming power. Hyacinth stared up at the ceiling, tears soaking their face while they kept wriggling beneath Leander’s arms.

“Not by… a sinner’s… hand…” The priest croaked, digging their nails into Leander’s forearm, since that’s as high as their hands could reach. Hyacinth could barely feel their legs while flailing them around as much as possible. Despite not believing that they’ll be saved, Hyacinth tried to fight for their life. Just so the Gods won’t judge them for sinfully becoming willing to give up their life in their last moments.

“Beggars can’t be choosers. And wouldn’t a sinner deserve to die by fellow sinners? Isn’t that what you are? Do you think you’re suddenly better than me? Don’t flatter yourself. We’re cut from the same cloth.” Leander mocked, making Hyacinth’s back sear against the wall as he raised them off the ground by the neck. They cried out, eyes squeezing shut. A tremor broke out throughout Hyacinth’s body, limbs trembling as if they were outside in the middle of a blizzard. The static clouding Hyacinth’s eyesight broke out into stars and flickering specks of white.

“I’m… so… much… weaker” They wheezed, kicking their legs in the air while feverishly gasping against the crushing pressure over their neck.

Leander laughed biliously, otherwise not moving a muscle. “So? It is what it is. The world’s unfair. Woe is you. Are those your last words? Shitty choice.”

“No… chivalry… in killing… the weak… fraud…” Hyacinth prayed to the Gods that Leander’s ego was the right button to push to keep them alive. It was the only button of his that the priest knew, since it was precisely what put Hyacinth in danger with Leander specifically. Everything was going dark, Hyacinth’s whole body felt numb, as if their soul was beginning to depart from their body.

Leander’s expression twitched with anger, his eye gave a dangerous glint. Is this where he tightens his grip and Hyacinth dies to the crunch of their vertebrae?

Suddenly, Leander pulled his hands away and Hyacinth fell back to the moist floor. They coughed for breath violently, ragged breathing desperate to come back to normalcy as their body starved for air, hot blood rushing back to frozen limbs.

“You want this to be a fair game? You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Show me what you’ve got.” He stepped away and stared Hyacinth down with infuriated amusement while parting his arms almost as if to offer an embrace. The glow in his eyes flickered like a prideful flame. Hyacinth figured that by playing with his food Leander could delude himself into feeling charitable.

Hyacinth’s body shook in resemblance of a seizure, but they tried to fight the convulsions to get up. After a minute of silence and hungry breaths, the priest pulled themself with their side leaning against the damn wall. They still couldn’t look into the green eyes, feeling like Leander could devour their soul if they dared to challenge a glance.

“I’m waiting. I have no doubt that you have what it takes to even us out.” He smirked with a smug air around him. Leander’s wide frame stood in the sickly orange light of the lamp now, blocking the only way out of the cellar. Hyacinth had no choice but to try something that’d most likely end up a pathetic display.

Suddenly, the dimming light was snuffed out, undoubtedly by Leander’s magic. Only the two cold emeralds glowed in the dark aside from a few cracks in the ceiling. The air burned through Hyacinth’s lungs while they tried to calm down their raging heartbeat and come up with anything remotely rational as their head was beginning to get swarmed with darker thoughts. The priest could barely think in the first place, frozen in place with only the thoughts of somehow running out of the dark cellar. Hyacinth couldn’t fight Leander if they tried, completely hopeless against the much more muscular man who was also tremendously more versed in the battle-adapted magic than Hyacinth could hope to be.

Was this the end of it, then..? Was this a dead end? Did Hyacinth have no way out of this except maybe making an embarrassing display of themself before embracing death? Were they just buying time for their last prayers before they’d stand before the gods’ Divine Judgement..? On second thought, maybe this was a fitting end for Hyacinth after all, no matter how much they wanted to disagree with Leander. Maybe the priest didn’t deserve a chance to cure themself and absolve their sins as much as that would be possible. Perhaps it was finally time to come to terms with their inevitable death and succumb to the cruel serpent eyes of a blasphemer. For him killing someone so weak, especially an obstacle in his hubristic plans, was nothing. Maybe if Hyacinth gave up, death would come quicker than they deserved.

But then, in a moment of clarity, Hyacinth had a realization. Alas, there was one other option. Leander seemed to fail to notice the ritual knife that was well hidden in the barely visible pockets of Hyacinth’s thick robe. And he couldn’t possibly notice it now in the darkness. Their thoughts began to immediately go to the crude blade that was their ritual knife, and immediately Hyacinth went pale. No. They couldn’t deface the very knife that was forged for them, the knife that they consecrated in extensive rituals with their own blood, the knife that signified their connection with the divine through magic… Murder in itself was one of the greatest sins one could commit, but committing such with a sacred knife? The gods would send them straight to hell for such an insult upon them. If in the past Hyacinth was possessed by rage and never directly got blood on their hands or their knife, but it would all be different this time. This time, they’d be coming to the decision themself, there’d be no one else to blame. Hyacinth gulped, their knees wobbled in terror. A whole life could be used as an incredibly powerful catalyst to a spell, which would turn the killing into an offering to the gods. But would it not be just as insulting to present them with such a rotten soul for their past blessings?

They must’ve begun to space out due to indecisiveness, eyes welling with tears of horror, as Leander angrily sighed and stepped closer. “Well? I’m waiting. Don’t test my patience. Go on or tell me you were wasting my fucking time again.” His voice was firm, his patience was clearly running thin. Hyacinth gasped for air even though they were no longer choked, torn between the priestly urge for a deservedly slow death and the human instinct of self-preservation despite the weight of unabsolved sins on their shoulders. “Useless fucking bastard. All this time you were wasting my time and money, but I kept forgiving you. I was being kind of you and this is how you fucking repay me? Wasting your second chance to make your death less pitiful?” They remained still, breathing faster while contemplating. Hyacinth could die and end up paying for all their sins in hell for the rest of eternity. Or they could persist and live, only to carry such a heavy sin if not an entire insult to the very gods they’re worshiping until they die, and end up with even more sins weighing their soul down into the nether.

“Why’re you even here, huh? You killed someone with that curse of yours and made a run for it not to face the consequences? And what for? Just to stalk and beg the doctor for forgiveness instead of praying to your gods? I bet they’re disappointed in you. One shitty priest you are, Hyacinth.” Sarcasm kept pouring past Leander’s lips with pure venom dripping from his voice. Hyacinth's hands began to shake with anger. He now stood so close that Hyacinth could hear Leander’s breathing.

The glow in his eye flared in a hubristic certainty of their failure. Leander provoked them and, in doing so, felt invincible. He was always the one in power. He always prevailed. He always got what he wanted. He always walked out of the water dry. He was immune to consequence. Immune to guilt. Immune to satiation. Immune to divine punishment.

Hyacinth’s eyes darted up to his, an eldritch rage began to rise like a flood of fire in the yellow-red eyes. Leander further opened his arms while a near demonic grin twisted his lips, the expression for once reaching his eyes.

“О Пресвятые ангелы, О великие Боги, О Богоматерь, я надеюсь ВЫ сможете простить мой грех…”

“Saying your last prayers? Good. Let’s get this shit over with, you’ve taken up enough of my precious time with your nuisance of an existence—”

The thick high-quality fabric of Leander’s shirt bloomed with blood as it got pierced by the crude, almost dull ritual knife. It blindly squirmed through the muscular with a struggle, but Hyacinth barely felt the strain on their bony arms now. Leander’s eyes for once widened with shock, a pained cry ripping its way out of his throat.

“What— what the fuck are you doing—” Leander growled and swung an arm at Hyacinth in the dark, only for them to lunge just beneath the hit and rip the knife out of his stomach. Leander inhaled sharply, staring at Hyacinth’s silhouette with disbelief and shock, except this time their eyes mirrored the prior blankness of his instead of the typical fear. Just as he stepped back and gripped at the bleeding wound, Hyacinth swung from below and into his shoulder, the momentum easing the blade in just below his collarbone. Leander keeled over as Hyacinth wriggled the blade out, his breathing choked when he began to frantically cough for air. His glowing emerald eyes acted as beacons, not letting Hyacinth lose their target. Leander made clumsy attempts to knock Hyacinth off, but the darkness aided the priest in avoiding most of his attempts even in the narrow space. “What the fuck has gotten into you?” Leander mumbled in irritation laced with fear and stumbled back, only to trip over the stairs and fall over the cold stone. Hyacinth stood over him, silent. The priest’s grip on the knife whitened their knuckles while their face was tense in blank rage. Like the day their curse was revealed, an incomprehensibly deep fury took over their whole entire conscious being.

Just as the first hints of blood sprouted onto Leander’s lips, Hyacinth fell over him, stabbing the knife into his chest. He gripped their throat again. “You can’t kill me.” He croaked, and tightened his grip over the priest’s neck. Hyacinth coughed and heaved, struggling with pulling the knife out again. Once the metal parted room his skin, Leander made a hurt bloodied wheeze, and put all their effort into stabbing his arm instead.

“Молчать, богохульник.” Hyacinth mumbled against Leander’s scream, their voice devoid of its usual stutter and quietness. Blood spilled like a fountain from his pierced arm, spraying most of their face with the crimson that matched Hyacinth’s robe. Leander, blinded with pain, writhed and attempted to punch them again or kick his legs and get them off, now dizzied with blood loss, only for Hyacinth to take the weakened punches and not reduce their violent vigour at all, the pain not registering. They stabbed into Leander’s chest, the knife nestled somewhere below his collarbone.

Leander’s eyes became hazy, the absinthe greenness infusing with death like with dissolved sugar. The spark of the emeralds began to fade out in its entirety, the ubiquitous glow of the poisonous orbs was dying out. And Leander himself felt it too. “Please… we can… talk…” Leander coughed, only more blood dripping down his chin while he tied to collect himself. Hyacinth ignored his pleas and kept stomping out the fire by planting more and more stab wounds into Leander’s chest over and over, until they couldn’t feel their arms. By then the begging and foolish self-preservation attempts and any noise from the mage had long died out, but the light of the lamp slowly came to life again, only to reveal Leander’s lifeless body.

Hyacinth stood up at long last, their posture somewhat shaky from exhaustion. Their shoulders rose and fell with ferally deep breathing. Hyacinth’s knife, robes, arms and face were all soaked with Leander’s blood. The puddle of dark red flowed over the cellar's wooden floor from under the body. The soles of the priest’s wooden sandals became submerged into it too, and yet all Hyacinth could do was stare. Observe the lifeless mangled body of the blasphemer with his eyes glassy like tumbled gems, but never truly take it in. Their yellow-red eyes seemed dull, blank, dead like Leander’s despite the seething rage that was still somewhat searing their flesh from the inside.

Reaching into their robes, Hyacinth got out a small crude wooden tablet, and carved a sigil into it — a dianthus, a baptisia, a hyacinth and a lily within an 8-pointed star. The scratches in the wood were laced with the red, an offering to the Gods. After engraving the divine forgiveness and protection spell into the wood with reddened lines, the priest dipped the tablet into the blood, the lines of the engraving soon getting filled with the vital catalyst. After wiping off the excess blood, Hyacinth stuck the tablet back into their pocket along with the knife, and stepped over the limp corpse to get out of the basement. Hyacinth’s expression didn’t even twitch all the while like it was an unpainted mask, which depicted neither the outrageous tragedy of the murder nor the gleeful comedy of the weak winning against the strong despite all odds.

The priest took off their sandals after making their way up the stairs, now they were in the back room of the Wick. The party was still loud, Hyacinth could hear the music and laughter even louder now than before. Without a second thought, they slipped out of the tavern through the back door. The priest washed the blood off the soles of their shoes in a puddle and slid the sandals on again, deciding not to do anything about the soaked robes since blood stopped dripping off of them. Hyacinth quickly wiped their face, the feeling of dried blood cracking over their skin reminding them of its presence. The small alley in front of them split off, a distant turn to the left just before the alley’s dead end, and a nearer turn to the right. Hyacinth didn’t particularly care where to go, all they knew was that the stench of alcohol was making them sick, as was the smell of rust all over them, so they needed to leave.

[Head for the closer turn]

[Head for the further turn]

#leander touchstarved #hyacinth oc #touchstarved mc #touchstarved fic #cw blood #cw death #cw mild gore #Leander’s birthday gift is getting brutally murdered by an angry religious twig<3 #leanderposting #hyacinthposting #touchstarvedgame #touchstarved game #touchstarved leander #uh yeah we’ll ignore how this is my wip from like November …#happy birthday to my bitchass girlfriend Leander<333 #this is part of a bigger project i have:333 teehee hopefully my adhd wont act up against it…#am back to posting something..!

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mossytrashcan · 1 year ago

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a trashcan’s guide to coloring

using @thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid beautiful ivy rose, because I’m thinking of her always and also really struggling w the comm sorry (also this is long as hell fair warning)

sketch/line-art. I suggest making it at least kinda neat so you have a solid guideline, but honestly just do whatever you gotta do. I also like to set my sketch layer to multiply so that the line art meshes w the base

2. usually I lay down one base color (in this one it’s pink), then I use a clipping mask to lay down some flat colors. the brush you use for this won’t really matter because it’s gonna get covered by rendering (merge layers when you’re done)

3. get your references!! you’ll need them for when you start painting over your base, trust me. references changed my life and saved my summer harvest

4. now, on a layer created above your sketch and base, go in w/ a mix of lasso tool/freehand brushing and start blocking in your colors. the values on our faces naturally form blocky shapes, so try to focus your energy into getting those down

I like to use the spectra brush to render because it adds a nice texture, but feel free to experiment with what you’ve got. also, I tend to go darkest -> lightest -> middle in terms of coloring order

if you struggle with value, I suggest finding any picture (make it black and white by turning saturation down) where there are 3 clear values (black, grey, and white). then with a colored brush, outline all of the different shapes those values make. kinda like this!

5. quick color theory run down before we wrap up: use a cool toned grey (red based, pink based, purple, etc) for the blue parts of the skin, a desaturated red/pink for purple, and gray yellow for green. this will give you very lively and compelling coloring without being too crazy. obviously, you can do whatever you’d like, but I’ve found that this makes my palettes more cohesive and adds depth to the skin

6. so I can’t really finish this piece because I have to start working on commissions again, but after an hour ish of blocking and blending, you should end up with this

and then if you continue and blend a whole lot more, you’ll end up having something more like this!

also, little lasso tool guide

to lay down the colors you’ve gotta click the brush, personally I like to freehand instead of color drop, but you do you

finally, if you aren’t satisfied, you can either 1) merge all of your layers and add a gradient map, or 2) merge your layers, duplicate your new layer, add a gradient map at 100%, and change your canvas blending mode to soft light + change the layer opacity. this’ll make your piece more vibrant and cohesive

#final disclaimer: you will not get these exact results if you aren’t at my skill level #art tutorial #sage’s art tag

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sengardet · 5 months ago

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Queen's Peril (gripping, squeezing heart torment - assailant pov)

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“No, please... just end me!” the defeated queen whimpers, knowing what will happen. Her eyes go wide with terror as I run the icy blade down her heaving chest and toned stomach. She writhes and winces, but my guards shackle her arms tightly at her sides, rendering her helpless.

With a soft push, the razor-sharp dagger slips vertically between her ribs, parting the ivory skin and lodging between them. My fingers grip the handle hard and I force it to move, cutting into the hard cartilage connecting rib to sternum. Gasping and grunting, she all but silently endures.

Her frantic heart jackhammers near the blade as I work. I’m careful...I had to avoid damaging that precious organ before I see it. I'm timing my cuts with her constrained squirming and the heave of her desperate breaths.

I can’t wait to see her pink little heart, the symbol of her might, as a once-proud ruler and warrior. Rib after rib separated from xyphoid to collarbone. The connection weakens. With each frantic beat, the central bone rises and falls more vividly as it detaches from her body.

The organ peeks out in each beat, and I can't resist any longer. I pull away the detached sternum and slide my hand into her chest cavity, feeling the vivacious wet muscle moving against my palm.

Magnificent…

Her heart shudders at my violating touch, its terrified rhythm faltering in my care - not allowed. I squeeze the quivering organ possessively within the warm and soft chasm of her body, controlling it, relishing how it stalls, then obediently contracts at my command. Humiliation mixes with pain in her delicate features. The queen stares in silence, defiant, determined to deprive me of her shame.

She seems unaware of how completely she’s under my control now.

Without a word, I press my fingers into the tender surface, compressing her coronary arteries. Her pulse flutters erratically as I deny the blood flow to her heart. Little rivers of precious, vital blood crushed. My hand still, I watch the color drain from her face as her heart flutters into oblivion.

The broken queen lets out a pathetic gasp and puts on a pitiful display with her eyes, confusion setting in.

I let her know what’s going on. “I’m stopping the blood flow to your heart. If you beg cute enough, I might get on with this.” I say.

She hesitates, but as her heart stutters in my hand, beating only as I squeeze, she loses resolve.

“Please...” she whimpers and thrashes, her composure broken in desperation. “I’m begging you, m-my queen...”

“Good girl,” I tell her, letting her heart engorge itself on blood once more, massaging the once stifled arteries for good measure, feeling the life pump through them as her heart beats.

Her life utterly at my mercy as I fondle and tug at her most vital essence. Hues of crimson and pink glisten as I gradually extract the glistening prize from her panting chest, the heart’s chambers swelling and contracting in a captivating dance between her breasts. I’m holding her very existence.

I tug firmly, and her heart quivers again as it pops out, straining its arteries. It beats frantically as I massage its supple exterior atop her trembling body. It feels so warm, soft, and lively. I can’t stop squeezing the slick quivering muscle, feeling the delicate chambers contract desperately between my fingers to keep her alive.

My grip tightens. She looks down and gasps, eyes wide with horror as I press into the soft, defenseless organ.

“Have you no mercy?” the broken and defeated queen whines. The pathetic words only make me grip tighter.

The helpless organ simply trembles as its ventricles empty from the pressure, unable to resist. I can sense the queen’s rising panic as she struggles harder to breathe.

“The chance for mercy has passed, sweetie. Not that you would know what that was.” I say, taunting her.

Getting my fill, I pump the heart roughly. Blood surges in torrents through her pale body as I prepare her for display. She sucks in a gagging breath, entirely dependent on me in this moment. Though shuddering and flailing from the onslaught of sensation, it pumps again at my command, straining to keep beating even as my rhythm becomes its nuisance.

After a few more languid squeezes, my grip softens. The pitiful muscle continues to writhe atop her split-open chest while sending tremors through her bosom. It glistens in the dim light, squirming like a helpless animal. Without me holding back her carved sternum and ribcage, the heart remained trapped outside, unable to retreat into its proper cavity.

She was exactly as I wanted her - powerless, pathetic, utterly mine. Shame in her posture and eyes, delicate and vulnerable life pumping on display before her conquerors.

“Are you going to leave me this way? Until I waste away?” she says between labored breaths while the guards move her pillar to the courtyard with her on it.

“Of course not. My trophies don’t just rot away. I will keep you alive for as long as I desire.” I say with a smile.

#dark cardiophilia #ryona #f/f #heart torture #cardiophilia #human trophy

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missmilkie · 5 months ago

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My Hero Academia Bf Scenarios

Becoming Friends

I’ve been so behind all of my writing because of life, so I’m going to at least post what I have now and add to it when I can. Sorry for the holdup!

Izuku Midoriya

For a week you worked in close contact with the number one hero. Once the initial design was worked out, you went to your workshop to start on a prototype. With you no longer nearby, Deku would text you to ask about your day and your progress. It was sweet and made you blush every time, but you tried not to read into it too much.

Deku was known for being super friendly and caring. It was just how he was. Knowing that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering at a text of his.

Izuku:

If you’re not busy, would you like to meet up for dinner?

You:

Sure, what did you have in mind?

Izuku:

What do you think of this?

[link attached]

You:

That place is so fancyyy

Izuku:

My treat :)

You:

What time do you want me there?

Izuku:

Couldn’t pick you up from your place around eight?

You:

Yeah, I’ll be ready

Izuku:

Great, looking forward to it!

You couldn’t help the giddy smile that took over your face. You were going to dinner with the number one hero!! A wave of nervousness washed over you. Fuck.

You were on the verge of a breakdown with your friend on FaceTime. Clothes were strewn across your bed and the floor. You were tripping over shoes every ten paces.

“Just wear the bodycon.” (B/f) suggested.

“No, that’s too sexy for dinner with Izuku. Plus the color looks awful on me.”

“Izuku? First name basis with the number one hero, I see you~” (B/f) teased. A hot blush overtook your face.

“We text quite a bit, you know. We’ve had to work very closely.”

“Sure, sure. Just let me know if he’s number one in bed too.”

“You know what, I think I’m gonna wear the (fav color) one.” You swiftly changed the subject.

“Wear the (second fav color) heels with it.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” You pulled the dress off the hanger.

“Alright, you hop in the shower. And don’t forget to tell me how the dick is.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I love you too. Bye~~”

You were struggling with your necklace when the doorbell rang. Your heart damn near jumped up your throat at the sound.

“Coming!” You yelled as you made your way to the door, still fiddling with the necklace.

Holding the jewelry together with one hand, you opened the door.

“Hey.” The green haired male smiled shyly, his freckles making him look extra cute.

“Hi. I’m ready, just need to put this on.” You giggled awkwardly.

“Here, let me help you.”

You turned around and lifted your hair out of the way. His large scarred hands took hold of the necklace, gently clasping it together.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, thankful that he couldn’t see how you were biting your lip.

“No problem. After you.” Izuku motioned to the door.

Katsuki Bakugo

“Not bad, newb.” Dynamight smirked as he wiped his sweat with a towel. “But you’re still not good enough to fight me.”

For a moment, the sweat glistening on his shoulders exposed by his tank top distracted you. That and the faint smell of caramel and smoke.

“I’ll be there before you know it, so watch out, sir.” Your voice sounded way more confident than you were. You almost folded at the sight of him in all his gorgeous sweaty glory. How could you be so weak?!

“We’ll see about that.” He snorted before turning away. “Oh and by the way, some sidekicks and I are going out tonight. You’re welcome to come.”

Rendered speechless, you watched as he strode away to his office. This had to be Megan’s doing. She didn’t miss the looks you gave your boss on patrols. You thanked whatever higher power out there for having such a great wingwoman.

“Hurry up, (L/n)!!” Speak of the devil. Megan ran up to you after Dynamight walked away.

“Taneuma, you didn’t!”

“I did! But it’s actually surprising that he said yes. I think he’s taken a liking to you~”

“Stop, I’m gonna get delusional.” You rolled your eyes.

“Get your ass moving, we ride a sunset!”

She pushed you into the locker room with her inhuman strength.

You walked out in tight jeans, a sexy top and ankle boots. Megan told you to always have a nice outfit to go out in, and now you know why. It made you wish you had chosen a more comfortable pair of jeans. You gained some weight since graduating high school, so they didn’t quite fit like they used to. You’d have indents of the seams along your legs tonight.

Megan went with you to the bar everyone else was at. Seeing the other sidekicks dressed like civilians made you feel a little more relaxed. You subconsciously bit your lip when you caught sight of your boss.

He wore a metal band t-shirt and olive cargo pants. It seemed so simple, but he made it look so good.

“Hey, newbie!” You startled at his voice. “I’d better not see you drinking alcohol, I know you’re not old enough.”

“Yes, sir! I’m just here to hang.” You gave him a quick thumbs up.

He maintained eye contact for another moment before turning away to sip his drink.

“Despite how rude and improper he can be, Bakugo can be a stickler for rules.” Megan whispered in your ear. “He waited until he was the legal drinking age before even thinking about touching alcohol.”

You nodded in acknowledgement and ordered a soda.

While your coworkers drank and laughed all tipsy, you sipped your soda and laughed at their dumbassery. Megan was hilarious drunk or not. She hyped you up and made sure you were included all night.

At some point, everyone got up to use the bathroom. This left you alone with Bakugo. He was the only one who wasn’t acting a fool and super drunk.

“What’s with the face?”

“Huh?” You looked up at the sound of his raspy voice.

“Your face. What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. I’m minding my business like you should be.” You shot a glare at him, finding it hard to look annoyed.

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here!” Bakugo barked before lowering his voice to a grumble. “The sidekicks say I intimidate the newer ones a lot.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me! Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just…really glad that I’ve made it enough to be in the bar with a top hero as a part of his agency. It’s a dream come true to say the least.”

“You’d better not settle though. I don’t take kindly to people without ambitions.”

“I don’t stop, sir.”

Shoto Todoroki

You woke up in the hospital after the accident. The room was filled with cards and balloons sent in by your adoring fans once they found out that you had been injured. It warned your heart to see that people cared. (B/f) was even in the chair pulled close to your bed, sleeping in an awkward position. Her makeup was smudged and her hair was frizzy. How long were you out?

You spotted your phone plugged up near you. Reaching for it, you ignored the pain to grab it. There were several missed calls, texts, and emails. (B/f), your parents, Shoto? You tapped the conversation with him.

Shoto:

Idk when you’ll be seeing this, but lmk when you’re up

I just want to make sure you’re alright, you gave me a scare

Sent yesterday. You let out a sigh of relief. Good, you hadn’t been out for too long.

You:

I’m awake now

I think I’ll be okay, I’m in the hospital with (B/f) watching over me

As if summoned by your text, (B/f) stirred.

“(Y/n)? Are you awake?”

“Yeah. Hey, girlie.” You smiled, opening your arms for a hug. She accepted, coming to you to wrap her arms around your body.

“I was so worried when the doctors said you had head trauma. Thought you might be in a coma.” Tears shone in her eyes, ready to fall when she pulled away.

“I’m so glad I’m not. Did they say how bad it was?”

“You have a severe concussion. As well as third degree bruising across your body.”

“Damn. No wonder everything hurts.”

You didn’t have the time to mourn your beaten body as your phone vibrated again.

“As soon as you wake up after a car accident, you’re on your phone! I should’ve known…” she teased, feigning annoyance.

“Hey..! You were sleeping and you looked tired, so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened your phone. Shoto had texted back.

Shoto:

That’s good to hear. I hope your injuries aren’t too severe

You:

Apparently I have a severe concussion and third degree bruising soooo

Shoto:

“Okay, who is this that’s texting you back right away?” (B/f) cut in, whining.

“It’s just Shoto.”

“I heard he was in the fight yesterday…” she took a moment to think. “Did he save you?”

“Yeah. He kept me awake until I could be taken here.” Your insides warmed at the memory of his gentle touch and soft voice.

“Is he asking you how you’re doing? Lemme see!” She leaned closer to glance at the screen.

“It’s nothing interesting. He’s just checking up on me.”

“I doubt he does this with every person he saves.”

“Obviously, but we had been texting before it all happened.”

A knock cut the conversation short.

“Come in!” You called out.

(B/f)’s jaw dropped when she saw Shoto walk in.

“I was in the area, so I figured I’d visit.” He stated so nonchalantly. As he approached your bed, you noticed the bowl of sliced fruits in his hand.

“Thank you for coming. There’s not much to worry about, really. Just sounds like I need to take it easy for a while.”

“Make sure you do what the doctor tells you. Maybe you’ll still be able to make it to that pool party.”

“Oh yeah!” You had forgotten about that. How would you go if your body was covered in ugly dark bruises?

“If not, I’m sure you can still wear your swimsuit another time.”

“But I didn’t end up buying one. We never made it to the mall.” You cocked your head, brows furrowing. Did you forget getting a swimsuit?

“I know. I saw one that I thought you’d like, so I got it for you. I had it sent to your address.”

“Thank you, Shoto! I can’t wait to see it.”

“You’ll have to tell me how you like it.” Shoto allowed a small smile to grace his face. Your insides warmed again and you beamed right back at him.

Eijiro Kirishima

As a pro hero, you didn’t get many off days. When you do, the chances of you having a friend who also has the day off is slim. If all the pro heroes had the same day off, criminals would take advantage of it.

“(L/n)! Didn’t expect to see you here! And in civvie clothes, no less.” You turned to see Red Riot. Though he was obviously off duty. What was his name again? Kirishima was it?

“You’re off today too? Maybe I should’ve texted.”

“Well, I know now.” He shrugged with a smile before asking, “Wanna talk over some lunch?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

“My sidekicks are cooked!” You sighed exasperated. Kirishima just laughed heartily.

“They’re just a few years younger, it can’t be that bad.”

“They’ve suffered incredible brain rot. Do you not have this problem?”

“Well, yeah, but I guess I always kinda just went with it.” The redhead shrugged.

“Of course mine had to be special…” you pouted as you gazed out the window of the cafe you were at. The streets were busy with people going about their day.

“They’re incredible heroes though. I can tell they’ve really grown under your wing.”

Your eyes snapped back to him.

“I can tell that you put a lot of effort and care into their training.” Kirishima’s smile was softer now.

“Thank you.”

At some point during your outing, a citizen recognized the two of you as heroes. Being highly ranked meant a lot more people knew about you. Fans soon crowded around you, phones out and bombarding you with questions.

“Together on their day off?!”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“It isn’t very nice to bother us on our day off. We don’t get a lot of those.” Kirishima explained, being really chill about it.

“We’d be happy to talk suited up. You’ll have to find us tomorrow.” You had the fakest smile. Yeah, you loved your job and protecting people. It was just that people could really get on your nerves.

Being a highly ranked pro hero meant more popularity and being treated like a celebrity. It was easy to forget that you were people too.

With your statement, Kirishima grabbed you by the waist.

“Mind blasting us off?”

You gave a firm nod before pooling heat to small areas of your feet. So much for those shoes. It was a good thing they weren’t your favorite pair. A small, but powerful fire was released, propelling you into the air.

“Kirishima, the landing!”

“I’ve got it.”

Handling you so that he could carry you bridal style, the off duty hero braced himself to land on the street. When he hit the ground, he rolled. His body curled around yours, so you really only knocked into him instead of the ground.

“You okay?” He asked as you helped him up.

“Yeah. Thanks for breaking the fall.”

“No problem. Though we should run before they catch up.”

You glanced at the approaching crowd.

“Definitely.”

Denki Kaminari

You didn’t know how he got your number, but to say you had a heart attack when you saw his text would be an understatement.

Unknown:

Heyyy, (L/n)

It’s Chargebolt, you’ve been at my last two press conferences

You:

How did you get my number?

Unknown:

I found the paper you work for and asked them

Being a pro does have its perks when looking for info

You:

Nosey

Unknown:

Huh?!

I’ve reached out to you personally!

This is my personal cell

You:

It is?

Unknown:

Yeah

You:

Okay

Allegedly Chargebolt:

Anywaysss

Would you like an exclusive interview?

You:

With you?

Allegedly Chargebolt:

Yep

Just you and me

You:

Should I be scared?

Allegedly Chargebolt:

What, no!!

I’ll give the details to your employer

See you then

You:

You’d better not be a kidnapper

The interview took place a week later. You made your way to his agency, dressed as professional as always. A modest blouse with pants and simple stilettos.

“See, I’m the real deal.” Chargebolt gestured to himself when you entered his office.

The papers were disorganized and there were random things in random places. You didn’t know why, but you were expecting this.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” You shrugged, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. “I’m going to ask you questions, and thanks to my quirk, you’ll have to answer them all honestly. You’re prepared for that, right?”

“Yep. The feeling of your quirk compelling me sends shivers down my spine. It’s exciting!” The blond hero said smoothly. You blushed, but set up the recorder and your notebook.

Tenya Iida

Despite how much of a rule follower and enforcer your boss was, he was also surprisingly lax. Messed up the scheduling of a meeting? That’s okay, you’re still learning. Double booking him? Everyone makes mistakes. As embarrassing as your mistakes were, he always made sure to let you know that it was okay.

As time went on, you stopped making those mistakes. Ingenium would compliment you every once in a while to tell you how good you were doing.

“(L/n), could you order dinner for me? It’s gonna be a long night.” He handed you a list with the name of the restaurant and his order.

“You’ve got it, sir.”

“Go ahead and order something for yourself if you’re hungry. I’d like to eat together and sift through paperwork.”

“Thank you, sir. I’d be happy to.” You bowed a bit to hide the blush overtaking your face.

“It’s not a problem. I enjoy your company.”

After retrieving the food from the delivery person, you took it up to Ingenium’s office. You could see him sitting at his desk, tired eyes focused on whatever paper he was going over. He had taken off his bodysuit, opting to tie it around his waist, revealing the black tank top he wore underneath it. God, his arms were huge.

“Foods here!” You knocked before opening the door.

“Thank you, (L/n). I appreciate you.”

“No, thank you. It’s nice to have dinner with someone other than my roommate every once in a while.”

“You live with a roommate?” His blue eyes flew up to meet your gaze.

“Yeah, makes paying the bills easier. Plus, we get along great.” You shrugged before shoveling food into your mouth.

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“I take it you live alone then?”

“Yes, I have an apartment. Though I spend more time here than there.” Your boss chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

Hanta Sero

Opening his snaps was one of the highlights of your day. Sero liked to take goofy pictures on patrol, and even got some of his sidekicks in on them. It was even better if he was upside down, his arms flexing as he gripped his tape to hold himself up. His forearms could get so veiny.

You’d send back a cute angle of you doing whatever you were up to. Sometimes they were silly though. A lot of times it was between outfits at a shoot. Other times you were getting your hair or makeup done. Seeing his contact pop up in your notifications always brought a smile to your face.

Sero:

We still on for movies tonight?

You:

Yeah, what kind of snacks you want?

Sero:

Don’t worry about it, I have plenty to bring from home 😅

You:

Anything you wanna drink?

Sero:

Any kind of soda is fine

You:

I got you

You had to run to the store to buy a few cans of soda. As a model, you don't drink pop because it makes you bloat. Not good for shoots. You grabbed the most generic option, figuring it would be safe.

By evening, your couch was covered with comfy blankets and pillows. Your coffee table held some of your snacks. You made sure to leave space for Sero’s.

It was dark when you heard a knock on your door. One quick glance through the peephole told you it was your man.

“Glad you could make it. How was work today?” You smiled brightly as you opened the door.

“Let me tell you, having something to look forward to at the end of the day made it so much better.” He didn’t stutter, and his eye contact never wavered.

“Good. What snacks did you bring?” You mentally kicked yourself for the hesitation between good and your question.

“Well, you could say that some are…an acquired taste.”

“That makes me excited.” You took a seat on the couch, inviting him to follow. He plopped down next to you, unafraid to make contact.

“Speaking of excitement, what movies are they showing at Casa de (L/n)?”

“(Fav Movie Series).”

“Good choice. Your good taste extends beyond the world of fashion.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Hitoshi Shinso

The insomniac hero frequented your office to help you organize things or get treated. You learned that the reason you never saw him before was because he was a dumbass who would take care of his wounds at home. Now he would try to treat himself with you.

“This is literally my job. Put that shit down.”

“It’s fine, I got it.” Shinso swatted your hands away.

“I don’t care. I’ll fight you.”

Shinso smirked and you damn near lost your mind.

“I’d like to see you try.”

You snatched the equipment out of his hands, face burning.

“Another night, when you’re not injured.”

“You’re no fun. Heroes are prepared to fight even when injured.”

“I’m a medic. I’m supposed to heal wounds, not cause them.” You rolled your eyes while stating that matter of factly.

“Okay, Miss Good Girl.” Shinso put his hands up in surrender while you worked. He said the words with such ease, but you were struggling to function properly.

“Don’t say stuff like that! Weirdo.”

“Why not? It’s only weird if you make it weird.” The hero chuckled darkly before looking you in your eyes. “Unless you wanna make it weird.”

“No! I don’t wanna make it weird!” You squealed and swatted at him, careful not to actually hurt him.

“Okay, okay. Calm down then.”

“You suck…” you pouted and looked away from him.

“Says the one who wouldn’t fight me.”

“I’m about to make your wish come true!”

Without explanation, his face fell.

“Do you even know what my quirk is?”

“Of course I do, I have access to everyone’s records here.”

“Then you know that I can control people by asking them a question.”

This time you looked him in the eyes.

“Again, of course I do.”

“I’m glad that you seem to trust me then.” Shinso paused. “You’d think that I would have gotten over this little insecurity back in high school when I started getting positive recognition, but it still hangs at the back of my mind.”

You put your hand on his shoulder as a reassuring gesture.

“You’re a good guy. I can’t see you trying to brainwash me for any bad reason.”

“Thank you.” His smile was sweet and genuine.

A/N: I finally finished this one! Again, so sorry for how behind I’ve been. I’m trying to catch up though, so stay tuned.

#my hero academia #x reader #fem reader #boyfriend scenarios #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari #tenya iida #hanta sero #hitoshi shinsou

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