#Tw locking somebody in a closet

[jade-jini]

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙…"

Student Council President!Chaewon x Little Menace Reader

Genre: Friends (love-hate) with benefits. smut. Fluff (kinda lmao)

TW: overstimulation. Orgasm delay)? Little bit of choking ‘cause it doesn’t hurt. Jealousy, chae is lowkey possessive idk what to tell you.

This is based on this stucon presi!chae x menace reader storyline, so I’d go check that first 100%.

What for others would look like you simply talking and laughing with some of your friends, to chaewon (my least possessive friend Ofc) looked like the stupid flirty menace she unfortunately likes was surrounded by popular pretty girls, minutes away from probably choosing who chaewon’s replacement/competition/rival the subject of your attention is gonna be for the weekend.

It wasn’t like that tho, at all. Actually, to most people’s surprise (and disappointment), you weren’t interested in getting with nobody else besides chaewon, but this last part was Ofc something only you and her knew.

And yes she knew it! She didn’t think like this about you. Not all the time at least. Only when she was really jealous. Her mind would betray her creating fake scenarios where you go and fuck somebody else as good as you fucked her. Or where you’d let other people explore that body that she so much loved, making her get all impulsive and angry and ugh! She had to go there and showed you and everybody who tf owned you.

She decided she’s had enough when she sees Chaeryeong grabbing your waist.

She was simply helping you with a dance move that she showed you and you wanted to learn.

“Bs”, according to chaewon. Specially when the other girls are looking at you like you’re a piece of meat while you’re dancing so sexy.

(None of that was actually happening snjddj they’re just laughing with/at you ‘cause you’re too silly and can’t get the move right. Wonie is insane).

But she was jealous af, so out of impulse (this is your influence istg) she walked to you, grabbed your wrist and threw a cheap excuse about how you had to help the stuco members finish some stuff as part of one of your punishments.

You weren’t even sure if that was true or not (probably yes) but you didn’t even have a chance to fight as she dragged you down the hallway. You could only wave a goodbye to the other girls while they waved back with confused expressions in their faces, not saying anything because who in their right mind would argue with a clearly angry Kim Chaewon.

“We should pray for her” Ryujin said. And oh was she right.

Chaewon grabbed your wrist tighter and pulled you to an empty janitor’s closet, locking the door quickly.

“Umm, Wonie?-” you started, clearly confused about what was happening, but got cut off.

“Shut up.” she whispered while pushing you against the door, pressing her body against yours and kissing you aggressively.

You had no idea what was going on but you don’t have time to even process a question when her hand is already inside your pants, teasing you and making you wetter than you already were. The girl lets go of your lips at the same time so she can see your reaction, while you sigh both ‘cause of the lack of air in your lungs and ‘cause of the pleasure and intensity of her eyes.

“Unnie what’s-”

“Shut.up.”

Oh?? -

Her fingers started moving slowly on your clit, which is surprising in contrast with the aggressive way she basically kidnapped you in this closet.

Don’t get confused tho, she totally wants to ruin you right now for making her feel this way. So impulsive, so angry, so jealous. Acting without stopping herself to reason and to choose a coherent decision. That is so you. This wasn’t Chaewon. This wasn’t her, tf?. She was upset at you and wanted you to know it, to feel it burning through your body the way it was through hers. But first she had to make you believe she’s taking things slow.

“Wonie, that feels good…”

“Yeah?” She asked in that sensual soft tone she sometimes used, accompanied with a smile “I make you feel good, don’t I?”

“Of course you do baby…” you answered, already starting to get lost in the pleasure the girl was making you feel, closing your eyes while you rested your head against the door behind you. Biting your lip and unconsciously moving a little bit under her touch, starting to give Chaewon a little show.

“Better than Chaeryeong?”

…oh.

“Better than all those girls? Hm? Don’t think I didn’t see you basically flirting with all of them. Tell me, do I make you feel better than them?”

Oh no.

“Oh I’m fucked” you thought. Chaewon was jealous. That’s why she was being so impulsive and careless. And here you were thinking she was just starting to get too affected ‘cause of your company.

You could be a little bit of flirt, yes. But it was part of your personality, it was just natural! Plus it was mostly just joking around, you were friends with those girls, and honestly chaewon kept you too distracted to think about other girls like that, let alone actually get with other girls. Even if you guys weren’t exactly dating. (Lets go losers who are loyal without dating wooo)

“Chaewon, it’s not like that, with Chaer-”

“Shut. Up!” She whispered-screamed “I don’t wanna hear other girls’ names while I’m fucking you, let alone their stupid little nicknames, what’s wrong with you?!”

“But you asked me if- Ah fuck!” you almost screamed in a high pitched cry when she suddenly put her fingers all the way inside you.

“And your answer wasn’t supposed to include another girl’s name.” she said between her teeth, slowly but hardly fingering you.

“I- I’m sorry…”

“Now tell me. Do I make you feel better than them?”

You were gonna answer but she started going so fast on purpose, sending your mind to another planet.

“answer me or I’ll stop and you won’t get to come today.”

“Yes! Yes you’re so good. You’re better than everybody else, you’re perfect!” you said in between moans while trying to catch your breath. Compliments kept falling from your mouth and Chaewon loved every second of it. You guys couldn’t be too loud tho.

“Be quiet, somebody might hear you!”

“I can’t, it feels too good…”

“Yeah?” She said while softening her tone and smiling. Those little moans and whimpers while you grabbed her shoulders, causing wrinkles in her perfectly ironed uniform. She’d normally complain about it but she couldn’t care less, not when you’re looking and sounding so cute, making her forget why was she even mad about to begin with.

“Too good… unnie…” and Omg she can’t help but to shut you up with a kiss. Her kisses went to your neck while you unbuttoned your shirt.

“What are you doing?” The president asked while looking at you, stopping her kisses.

“I need kisses there too..” you answered, referring to your now very sensitive tits.

“And who told you you had any type of control on what’s happening here right now?” She said in a mocking tone.

“Unnie, please…” you begged, looking up at her and pouting, your eyes basically screaming your desire for her mouth to cease the needs that that part of your body was feeling. And that’s all it took for her walls to break and give in.

“Fuck. you’re lucky you’re cute and have those puppy eyes.” She said while moving your bra up and starting to leave kisses on your chest.

“Ha, thanks. Jen says the same all the time” you said without thinking. And you regretted it immediately when you realized you once again dropped somebody else’s name. Chaewon stopped her kisses and fingers inside you, making you groan as you felt that familiar sensation of your orgasm getting close painfully disappearing. Ah fuck.

“Oh really?” she said, sarcasm floating around her tone while she looked up at you. You gulped.

Chaewon (almost) never got jealous of her best friend. She knew you guys were friends even before she appeared in the picture at all. But right now? Every other human being was simply a rival for her. Even Yunjin. It was you and her. And you were hers. And she’ll fuck every other girl, person, name, thought out of your fucking mind if she has too. You get distracted way too easily for her liking.

“What else does she do that I do too, hm?” she asked while starting to move her fingers again slowly.

“I- I’m sorry unnie I didn’t mean to-” you tried to say but she wasn’t having it.

“No no, cmon tell me. What does my friend and I have in common?” she added, a fake-interested tone adorning her voice “does she also tells you how tight your pussy always is even after fucking it deep and hard a million times?”

You whimpered at her dirty talking, not being able to answer as your brain was malfunctioning with the pleasure added by her words and the stimulation she started to give to your nipples with her other hand.

“Does she tell you how perfect your tits fit in her hands? Or how good you taste in her mouth? Tell me does she tell you all those things while she fucks you as good as I do” She whispered in your ear while fucking you harder and faster.

You couldn’t form one single thought. You could only shook your head because of course Yunjin hasn’t done any of that Tf?! Doesn’t mean you weren’t turned on by this jealous side of Chaewon, who’d be so possessive even when she knows she’s the only one who tells you and does all those things to you.

“You know ~oh f-fuck~ that only you can make me feel this good, unnie” you moaned in her ear with your low voice, and you could feel her whimper against your neck. “Chaewon.. fuck I’m gonna come…” you said, your voice getting slightly high pitched, praying she’d finally let you come instead of building your orgasm and stopping.

“Do it for me, baby. Only for me” she answered while sucking on one of your nipples and moaning against it, as her free hand grabbed your neck, tightening around it slightly just the way she knew you liked it, creating a sensation that was more than enough to send you to your climax. You came hard all over her hand, but she didn’t stop or slow down.

“Fuck! Wonie, wait…!” you said while trying to move her hand but that only made her slap yours Lmao.

“ah ah ah! Keep your hands to yourself baby” the girl whispered in that sexy voice she has while getting on her knees, never removing her eyes from yours. If they weren’t so hypnotizing maybe you would’ve realized what she was gonna do. Only the sensation of her tongue inside your pussy replacing her fingers brought you back to reality.

“Holy fuck Wonie!” you almost screamed, quickly covering your mouth with your hand and biting hard to avoid any other sound coming from you. Her tongue, reaching every right spot right after your first orgasm, being too overwhelming “Chaewon, please slow down, it’s too much!” you whispered-screamed. You looked down at her, and regretted it immediately.

The girl simply went to your clit and shook her head in a “no” motion while stimulating it with the tip of her tongue, her fingers back inside your pussy moving fast and hard. God she looked so Fuckin hot like that. Her pretty eyes fixed in your face, that stupid egocentric smile that made her eyes looked like crescent moons, nothing in her mind but to fuck you until your legs were shaking. That plus the way she moved her fingers and mouth on you, without even giving you a break from your recent orgasm, was making you feel extra sensitive. Pleasure running from head to toe. You could hear your heart in your ears.

“Fuck! Oh my god, Wonie! Ahh…” you cried with the little string of voice you had left. tears forming in your barely open eyes while you gave the girl on her knees what she wanted and came all over her fingers and mouth. Your legs felt like jelly, so while getting up and licking her lips clean, she grabbed you so you wouldn’t fall.

“Are you ok?” The president asked giggling, holding you close to her and feeling your agitated breathing against her chest. You shook your head, making her giggle again.

“What was that?!” You asked her, shocked and still not completely back after the intense experience the girl in front of you made you have.

“hmm, nothing. Just felt like stealing your attention” She answered, to then lick her fingers clean. God, you didn’t understand what that woman did to you, you haven’t even recovered from whatever that was, yet you could feel yourself slowly getting horny again. Thank and fuck youth for the high sex drive.

“It’s not typical of Kim Chaewon to do something like this tho” you reminded her, hugging her by the shoulders. She scrunched her nose cutely at the comment.

“That’s true, but you’re so cute like this”.

“What, all messy after we fuck? you asked her laughing while slowly getting your breath to start going back to normal. She softly slapped your arm.

“Not that, when you’re only mine…” she said while hiding her face against your neck, and her fingers slowly traveled between your thighs again.

well, damn.

[rxskeeter]

rita skeeter for @nox-hq.

TW: child neglect, abuse, death

Full name: Rita Evangeline Skeeter

Gender: Cis Woman

Date of birth: March 12th, 1958

Nationality: English/UK (London)

Blood status: Pureblood

Wand: 10", unicorn hair, acacia wood

Boggart: The Ocean

Patronus: Meerkat

Animagus: Beetle

Amortentia: Petrichor, lemon bars, burning wood

Sexuality: (closeted) lesbian

born the middle child to a family of three children. rather than being overlooked as most stereotypical middle children are, rita was constantly put down by her father for not being as good as her older brother, fergus. he was always an angry man, but very rarely put his hands on his children.

her mother passed away when rita was ten years old, after giving birth to her younger sister, charlotte.

after her mothers death, rita's father became a heavy drinker and often attempted to take his grief out on his children. his son, the eldest, was often able to hold his own, so rita usually became the target of his blows. not wanting the abuse to trickle down to her sister, rita protected her by allowing her father to focus only on herself.

hogwarts quickly became her home away from home - rita found solace in being alone and had trouble making friends at school due to her tendency to lock herself away and not let anybody look at her for too long. so long as nobody got too close to her, she couldn't get hurt.

because of her inability to get close to anybody, rita became somewhat disliked at school - if people did attempt to interact with her, they were often met with hostility and an attitude. rita became somewhat of a social outcast.

all of the alone time had to be put into something. rita was smart, she spent a lot of her time studying and burying her face in her schoolwork. she wanted to work hard in order to get a good job and get as far from her father as possible.

by the age of sixteen, rita was already working on her animagus form. the beetle represented stealth, wisdom, and a metamorphosis, and allowed rita to hide away when she chose.

during her fifth year, rita was introduced to the hogwarts howl (the school paper). rita quickly found that digging into other peoples lives was much more interesting than her own - who cared about her, anyway?

at that point rita didn't care anymore; good, bad, true, false - everything was fair game. reporting on others gave her a purpose, and she found herself realizing that if the attention was on anybody else, it was away from her.

during her seventh year, rita came to terms with the fact that she was a lesbian but refused to admit it to anyone, and herself for a while. her father continues to arrange marriages for her with male suitors, but she so far has managed to drive each and every one of them away with little effort. she doesn't plan on stopping, and is not out at school.

she's got a big head when it comes to her wit and intelligence,rita takes a lot of pride in her grades and what she writes, even if it isn't exactly accurate or true. one might be better off being on her goodside, if not for the sake of their reputation then for the sake of their own peace of mind. if she's running her mouth about somebody, it's usually about nothing good.

[timelessxmemories]

" I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame. "

" I need an alibi to justify, somebody to blame. "

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CANON ENDING. — LOCKETTE.

The Final Constellation.

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TW(s) ;; Su!c!de.

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No one here. No one here to save her from herself. No one here to help her. No one here to tell her everything will be fine. There was no one. She had no one and it was all her fault.

With a bottle of whiskey in hand she slides down the wall in her bedroom, her mind fogged and blurred from the amount of alcohol she had recently consumed. Her angel wings falling down to the ground under her as her head tilts back against the wall, her gaze focusing on the ceiling, she furrows her brows, her grip on the bottle tightening before she throws it across the room in a fit of rage.

He was never here for her. He only cared for his experiments and his work. Lock never received the love she was supposed to recieve from her father. Her father never cared. It led to her demise. He led her into this direction. He led her down a path of misery and shame. But it was all her fault. At least, that's what she was taught to believe.

With unsteady and shaky legs she stands up from the ground, walking to the mirror, her wings dragging behind her as she takes a long look in the mirror, her breathing increased the longer she stared. Her hair was a mess, her clothing was all crumpled and messy, her wings were tattered.

She grips the desk that the mirror stands on, hunching over and gripping tighter, her eyes shut tight as she let out a few unsteady breaths, gritting her teeth before shoving the mirror off of the desk and smashing it with her foot, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she stood there, shaking, afraid, and desperate.

She takes a few steps back, backing into her closet, sliding back down to the floor, her head in her hands as she let's out a blood hurling scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. And yet, no one was there to console her. No one was there to help her. No one was there. It was only her and her thoughts.

She lifts her head from her hands and quickly glances around the room, her gaze falling upon a stool that sits by her bed and a rope hanging up on the wall nearby. Her thoughts began to spiral and turn incredibly negative as she stands up, and began to walk over towards the objects.

Picking up the rope, she stares at it before tying a noose, her brows furrowed as she stares at it for a moment longer wondering if she was truly going to go through with this. Was this really the answer to her problems? Was this really how she was going to go out?

She grabs the stool, placing it in the middle of the room, tying the noose to the hook on the ceiling, taking a deep breath and stepping on the stool, placing the noose around her neck and tightening it. Her gaze falling to the window, the moonlight reflecting through the curtains as she takes a deep breath and lets the stool fall after a gentle kick.

This was it. She was free.

[tweed-tune-on-friday]

OK huge ‼️disclaimer ‼️ don’t be a$$hole this is a head cannon do not send me hate because of this head canon or 

Even comment  I don’t see piranha as trans ok I didn’t ask not to be rude, but those types of comments are annoying. Also massive ⚠️TW⚠️ for transphobia/dysphoria alsoI’m sorry if I don’t makes sense. There will be a lot of typos so I apologize for that.

Also, piranha can be read as a transmasc

This was made by me ☺️

#1: Piranha use to hate wearing dresses

#2: before his transition, he definitely felt heavy dysphoria around his brothers and the bad guys 

#3: he was definitely gender envious he hated the way his voice sounded

#4: because of his height, piranha was often picked on at school, and got in to fights most often [yes I hc that he went to school  and after graduating he got into the family business oh, and an animal fact, piranhas are one of the many intelligent fish out there in the Amazon ]

#5: piranha was closeted because his father didn’t approve

#6: his family mostly his brothers picked on him for his height and gave him the nickname little Pepe which he actually turned into his legal name 

#7: he betrayed his brothers and left the piranha brother gang to join the bad guys

#8: the only reason the tdg gang found out piranha was trans was when wolf caught him using medical bandages to cover his chest [because at the time piranha didn’t have a binder]

#9: the bad guys were super supportive

Ok little angst⚠️TW⚠️ For gender dysphoria, and unsafe binding and before you asked, where are the other bad guys they all went shopping wolf didn’t want to go I know that’s out of character for him, but he just didn’t wanna go Also piranha didn’t wanna go either in second sorry if there’s a lot of typos I’m not good at handwriting. Also the original post had comments section turned off so sorry about that and I also wanna apologize for the shitty writing. I’m not good at it. 

Piranha sat in the bathroom looking at his reflection, looking at the carefully wrapped bandages around his chest he knew this was wrong. He knew he couldn’t keep these on forever, he always felt a sharp pain in his chest. Every time he kept these on for at least an hour. He have been doing this for a week  there was no point in stopping now besides, It made him feel good about his body it didn’t make him feel bad piranha was so fixated on his reflection that he didn’t notice somebody knocking on the door, And then it opened

piranhas trance was broken when he heard a loud yelp in the doorway piranha quickly covered his chest so nobody would see the bandages it was Wolf oh, my God piranha I didn’t mean to Bargin on you I didn’t think anybody was in the bathroom wolf I thought you went with the others said wall, covering his eyes and stumbling back rambling endless apologies trying to find and close the door but through the cracks of his fingers, he could barely make out the bandages on piranhas his chest and when  wolf was halfway out, of the doorway piranha quickly slammed the door in his face and locked it, causing wolf to stumble back in the fall in the process làrgate piranha shout it from the other side of the door.



Shit was all piranha could think  as he actually sat on the bathroom floor he prayed that wolf didn’t see or look down on his chest know he couldn’t had he covered his chest plus wolf’s eyes were covered his by his own hand he he couldn’t have seen the bandages piranha reassured himself as he sat on the floor, getting ready to have a full-blown panic attack but once again,

wolfs voice broke him out of his trance. Piranha look I’m sorry for barging in, and I’m sorry for looking, but where those bandages wolf’s voice sounded more concerned and calm but those were the words piranha was dreading to hear no piranha stammer all of a sudden a small fart came from piranha sorry mumbled softly, piranha I know when you’re lying. Wolf said you fart when you lie no piranha said I I fart when I’m nervous. Yeah, nervous about lying. Wolf responded I don-before piranha could finish his sentence. The small fart that happen seconds ago turned into a large gurgle piranha clench to stomach and said sorry before a huge cloud of green fog filled the bathroom

As a loud fart irrupt it from the bathroom and wolf quickly covered his mouth and nose, while inside the bathroom piranha did the same piranha tried fanning through the fog, but that didn’t work,He have no choice but to open the door piranha cough at the terrible smell. Maybe he shouldn’t had eaten that leftover burritos last night but he couldn’t help it. Burritos were one of his favorite foods as he stammered the door and fumbled with the locks for a few minutes before finally managing to get the door open, the door opened the the fog proceeded to evaporate to the fresh air around it wolf coughed as the fog hit his face wolf fan away the remaining fog  piranha stepped out of the bathroom still coughing until he made it into the doorway

As the last of the green frog disappeared, Wolf could see piranha more clearly now just as he suspected piranha just was neatly wrapped in bandages piranha wolf sad  his voice still keeping that calm and caring tone look I’m not mad, but before wolf could finish his sentence piranha, cut him off I know it’s wrong OK I know I shouldn’t be doing it but it makes me feel better about my body Chico. It makes me feel comfortable in my skin and I don’t need you criticizing me for that you don’t know how it piranhas his eyes began to tear up but before piranha continue his rambling he suddenly felt the soft touch of a paw, rubbing on his forehead.

Piranha looked up to see wolf gently stroking his head  piranha, calm down can we just talk please piranha stirred up at Wolf with widen eyes  this was the first time somebody actually cared about him or wasn’t trying to pick a fight with him or make fun of him.  wolf look down at the at the second tiniest member of the bad guys wolf let out a sigh now look I’m not going to touch you if you’re not comfortable, but you need to take off those bandages I know piranha quietly mumbled do you have a shirt that you could put on I think I do put piranha spoke up all right you take off those bandages and i well go get the shirt all right piranha nodded in agreement piranha turned around and made his way back to the bathroom,

As wolf began to make his way to piranhas room when wolf reach the door, opened it wolf stepped in, and quickly took into his surroundings piranhas room was somewhat of a mess, a few dirty clothes, here, and there, but nothing too bad wolf scan the room, and his eyes fell upon the dresser who walked towards it, and started looking through the drawers. It didn’t take long for to wolf find a shirt. It was just a a regular black shirt with Spanish cuss words on it but didn’t matter, though who quickly exited piranhas room, closing the door behind him and made his way back to the bathroom by the time wolf was in front of the bathroom, piranha had already taken off the bandages knocked on the door piranha I got the shirt ok the bandages are off. Thank you wolf heard a click before the bathroom door was unlocked in piranha quickly grab the shirt. 

To make a long story short, wolf excepted piranha and they told the other bad guys seven months later piranha end up having top surgery, this is where I’m going to end the little angst off. And you know what I might actually write a story on how I think the bad guys got together with this pacific head cannon for Mr. piranha and listen I know a lot of people love, trans Mr. piranha piranha can also be read as transfem because of the whole scene where he says

“I want to go on the girl trip”

So yeah but this is my new messages 

Mr Piranha from The Bad Guys is a trans man!!

[netherbithc]

Prompt | free to use

Okay so my brain is working for once in my life

This is the prompt :

There is a hero (hero) and his partner (idk what to call him like Jeffery or smth.) Hero considers Jeffery a friend at first but things slowly turn for the worst. Jeffery's remarks are mean-spirtired, most worst than anything the villain's ever said. Hero tried to arrange the company that both heros work for to please change partners because Jeffery is affecting their battles (as Jeffery seems to be trying to hurt him and mocks/insults him whenever he can.) The company refuses, stating that the public loves Jeffery and suggests Hero to just ignore it. Hero tries to be friends with Jeffrey and Jeffery becomes 'friends' with him. It seems to be okay, from the outside looking in. They joke and laugh, they act like normal friends from an outlooker's perspective. One day, Hero and Jeffery are hanging out in a conference room of some kind. Hero becomes comfortable enough to fall asleep on one of the little benchs for like 30 minutes, when he wakes up however, there's a muzzle on him. He freaks out, not being able to yell, he frantically motions towards Jeffery. Jeffery only chuckles and says, "Don't worry, we'll get that off." Hero calms down for a second, before he realizes Jeffery is walking towards a closet. Jeffery sees the panic on his face, and loudly proclaims, "I can't believe your still afraid of the dark, what are you? 5? That's so fucking pathetic. You're the supposed savior of this town and you get all frightened over this?" Hero looks down at his feet in shame before contuining to listen to Jeffery, "c'mon, get in the scary closet. The key's in there." Hero hurries into it, only to hear the door slam shut and the lock. He hears the laughter of Jeffery, "oops. Do you want me to let you out?" Jeffery pauses, knowing the answer couldn't come, no matter how much Hero wanted to scream, "oh welp. I'll see you, hm, I don't know. This place isn't booked for some time, but I'm sure I'll make room to visit. There might be some old bread if your hungry. Love you!" And with that, another door had closed. The exit. Trying to look around the closet, Hero knew why he hated it so much. It was dark, so dark he couldn't even see much but for what he could see, there were cleaning products that hadn't been used in years, along with splatters of dried paint that smelled horrible. It was dusty too, which made him feel more and more like an abandoned dog. The worst was that Hero couldn't curse, or yell, or even do tje faintest whisper. He could only sliently cry, something that made him feel more helpless than ever. Hero huddled his knees together, shutting their eyes tight, and forced himself to fall in a dreamless sleep. When Hero awakes, light shines through the wooden door, like a glimse of hope in a burnt down wasteland. Hero shivers, remembering everything Jeffery said to him. Soon, he was whimpering and shaking uncontrollably. He hated this. He wanted out. He sat there, fidgeting and sniffling for what seemed like hours. He didn't even notice when a concerned face opened the door. Tears blurred Hero's vision as he looked up to see the five main villians in this city having a meeting, the one opening the door was his nemesis (or more like forbbinion friend who he liked a lot, but nemesis sounds cooler.) One of the villians, (Insert name), takes off the muzzle, oddly concerned since none of the main villians would do this. Hero can only stutter one word before breaking out sobbing, "Jeffery." His nemesis plants his cape around Hero, making him feel a bit safer, the cape reminding him that he wasn't in the cold closet anymore. "What happebed?" Another villian asks, eyes narrowing at the sight of a well-liked hero being turned into a shivering mess. "Jef- Jeffery- he- yesterday- I woke up with the thing on my face and- he told me to go find the key- and he locked th- the door- and he le-left-" the hero, still not used to being able to talk, cries out. The hero tells everything and the villains feel themselves overtaken with anger. (You can choose the revenge)

[pinkuberii]

fInaLllYYY A GOOD WRITER WHOS REQS ARE OPEN AAAAAAAA can i pls have uh diluc and reader being pushed into a closet together cuz kaeya did it lol and i had this idea for so dayum long and i need somebody to write it forme cuz i am rlly dum -w- -mio tysm :DD

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Tw: None (small spaces perhaps?)

Wc: 859

Summary: Diluc and Reader get pushed into a closet by Kaeya.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Wow this took so long to answer life hasn't been the best atm. Thank you for your patience, mio! I hope you like it <3 // No Beta Read // Very rushed!

Masterlist -> <3

All of it happened in a blink of an eye, you and Diluc in a tiny little wooden closet that could barely fit two people in. The lack of space made it even more difficult to be in a comfortable position which explained why your limbs were practically tangled. Hell, you could even feel the man’s rushing heart and warm breath against your back.

Kaeya what have u done??? :(

“Now, this is awkward,” you managed to mumble between your lips, your heart beating with the same rhythm as Diluc’s while shifting left and right.

He had to swallow the lump in his throat before bringing out a reply, uttering a faint ‘it is’ as a response.

Poor man, he’s quite annoyed and nervous,,,

Not annoyed at you though <3

You’re just so so close to him that he’s afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable in some way

Sending my prayers to Kaeya once he finds a way out of the closet

After many failed attempts to escape you both soughed tiredly, sweat covering both of your foreheads because of the gradually increasing warmth in such a narrow space.

“It’s quite warm,” he commented, noticing the glistening drops on your forehead thanks to the slight bit of light that peeked through the closet’s doors. Sluggishly, he slipped his hand in his pants’ pocket, rummaging through it before sliding a rather fancy handkerchief out. “Here. You’re sweating, use this.”

Suddenly, your lips feebly curled upwards while gladly thanking him. Grabbing the piece out of his hands, you put it on your damp forehead right away.

He cARES 🥺

Poor thing he’s actually sweating himself…

Look Diluc is dressed like a Victorian maiden he is transpiring in bUCKETS

But on another note, he doesn’t mind being this close to you…

And the same thing applies to you as well… ;)

All of a sudden your eyes noticed the glistening spots on the crimson-eyed male’s cheeks, carefully you placed your fingertips on his sweaty face, your lips forming a small ‘o’ shape upon noticing how warm it was.

“You’re too warm… And your face—” without a second thought, you removed the handkerchief from your own face and put it on his right off, wiping the droplets away with such gentle movements.

Thank god it’s dark in the closet because Diluc is blushing-

The man in front of you muttered a soft ‘oh’ before thanking you, lips forming an unnoticeable small smile because of the kind gesture. He clearly felt his smooth locks being pushed away by you whilst the droplets of sweat were being cleansed.

Not saying he loves this, but he loves this

Especially the way your fingertips brush so frailly against his face makes him wEAK

As you were keeping yourself occupied by removing the drops on his face, Diluc’s hands lazily went to his black tie. Carefully, he loosened it whilst exhaling deeply on account of relief. “I don’t think Kaeya will let us out of here soon,” he enunciated.

With a soft nod you agreed with him, the atmosphere increasing in warmth every passing minute.

“We should do something to pass the time,” you suggested as you let your fingers run through your hair, ���maybe we can talk?”

Oh no

Oh no talking-

Diluc dislikes small talk in my opinion

So do I-

Esu Diluc kinnie??? /j

“Small talk would be kind of boring and it quickly would lead to silence. I’ve read an interesting novel recently where ‘love’ itself had played a major part in it and I can’t help but wonder,” you inquired, facing him before asking your question, “what do you think love is?”

Before answering, he took his sweet time to come up with a thoroughly thought response, his face expressing impressiveness yet shyness upon such a deep question. You certainly weren’t an ordinary individual in his eyes.

“First of all, I think people have different views on what ‘love’ is. So, I’ll just be telling you my personal opinion briefly. I think love is something where you gradually become fragile and give your lover the power the destroy you, yet you trust them with your whole heart not to.”

Wow so simple yet so tender- <3

“That’s a lovely way to view it,” you muttered between your lips that were curling upward, your shoulders brushing against his as you were gazing into one another’s eyes tenderly.

He’d ask you something philosophical back-

And this would continue until the two of you were practically getting blinded by a sudden light

“Man what a conversation you two had… And I thought something exciting would happen in the closet,” the navy blue-haired man scoffed whilst looking downward with a disappointed gaze, sighing deeply before leaving the room directly.

He’s aware that Diluc would whoop his ass

“You can find me in the tavern the most evenings,” the man informed you as he was standing up, extending a hand towards you while smiling very clemently, “I must say that the conversation we just had was rather interesting. I’d appreciate it if we could talk again in a more… appropriate area.”

Now, who were you to say no?

[fairieboywhump]

Middle Fingers

why hello there. this is intense.

introducing Miah :D! and Ryland, two of my new ocs. they exist in the same universe as cathal and clement and the rest of them, and ryland is... the worst. the Worst!

word count: 2,768

TWs: PARTIAL AMPUTATION/APPENDAGE AMPUTATION, fingore/finger whump, "do it yourself" in regards to torture (whumpee doesnt do it but thinks they'll have to) gagging/emeto (v-miting up nothing), pet whump, dehumanization, mentions of being kept in a facility, kept in the basement, once again i can not tw this for small amputation enough, miahs poor fingers, use of knives & uh. idk. shears. if i missed anything please lmk and i will add it :-)!

little preface: miah uses they/them pronouns, and ryland uses he/they, which are used interchangeably in this fic. im realy sorry if this gets confusing because of that, i tried to mitigate that as much as possible but it is a little difficult.

leeess go

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If you walked past his house on the street, past the perfect white fence, you wouldn't notice. 

Miah knew, though. Inside, hidden away in the basement. They knew. 

There was a knock at the top of the stairs, informing them that their captor was soon to be descending into the room to hurt them once again. They shivered. 

Somehow, they really had been led to believe that this would be better. That being purchased by somebody was going to be better than wasting away in that wretched facility, listening to other people scream and beg for mercy that they had long since learned would never come.

They thought they were being saved, really. Thought that there would be a chance they could just do well enough, and be treated like, they didn't know, maybe like a friendly housecat? The word pet certainly didn't elicit this image.

Ryland took their time coming down the stairs, Miah's dread increasing with every step they took. 

"Ohhh puppy," He called brightly, but their stomach twisted with fear. "Where are you hiding this time love? I'm not here to hurt you." 

Miah stayed silent, not wanting to expose their position, hidden away in a closet they hoped Ryland wouldn't notice had been unlocked. 

But he found them, - he always found them - and Miah was dragged kicking and screaming out of the closet, as if fighting back had ever made even a fraction of a difference. Ryland simply shushed them, they had grown weak enough in the facility that they had never managed to really do much damage, and it was cute to see them weakly try to shove him away. 

They threw Miah to the basement floor, the poor pet's head connecting hard with the basement floor. 

"You really are such a brat," Ryland commented, shooting them a look as he stood above. "Such a hassle. Maybe I should send you back for extra training, really beat it into you how much I own you." 

Miah groaned. Their head hurt, they always hurt somewhere now, and they just wanted to go home. They raised their head, and one hand to flip Ryland off with a half dazed grin, before letting themself fall back onto the cement. 

"Do that again." Ryland seethed. "I dare you." 

Maybe it was the delirium, maybe it was that they had hit their head, maybe it was sheer stupidity. But they did it, this time triumphantly raising both hands to show their hatred. 

Ryland was on them in an instant. They were dragged to their feet, his hand in their hair while he spat curses of how rotten they were, how stupid and disobedient. Ryland knocked Miah's head against the wall and Miah cried out, hands shooting up to desperately protect themself. 

They were thrown to the floor again, and Ryland picked up a chain and lock that connected to the wall in order to prevent them hiding again. The lock clicked into place, and weighed heavily around Miah's throat, a sickening reminder of who they belonged to. 

Miah sat on the floor, pouting pitifully enough that Ryland couldn't help but laugh. 

"I don't know what you were expecting, love." They smiled down at their pet. "I thought even you would be smart enough to understand sarcasm." 

Miah glared at him. They seemed to think it over for a moment, before raising their hand in one final obscene gesture, a satisfied smile on their face. 

Ryland snapped. He grabbed Miah by the hair again, pulling their head up and kicking them repeatedly in the stomach. Miah cried and moaned with every kick, the impact knocking the wind out of them again, and again, and again. 

"Put your hand down." Ryland ordered, letting Miah's head fall and pointing at a wooden box beside them. Miah, frightened, obeyed and placed their hand on the surface. Ryland put a knife next to them and stepped out of their reach with a grin. 

"Alright puppy!" They smiled, such a stark contrast from his attitude just seconds prior that Miah's stomach began to turn with fear. "Here's what's going to happen. Since you can't keep those to yourself, I want to watch you remove them." 

Miah froze. "WHAT?" 

"Oh, you can still speak." Ryland continued calmly. "You heard me! Bad puppies don't get to keep their toys."

"That's not a toy!" Miah shouted. "That's my fucking hand!" 

Ryland laughed. "Oh, no. Silly. Not the whole hand. Just those pesky middle fingers!" 

"That's still not a toy, you fucking madman!" Miah waved the knife around, and Ryland knew that he had made the right choice stepping away. Had they been any closer, Miah would have attacked them. He could see it in their eyes. 

"Well, you really only have two choices here, love." Ryland stated, still just as infuriatingly calm. "You can be a good pet, and obey me, or you can stay down here and starve to death. Your choice, sweet thing." 

Miah stared at them like their entire world was ending. It was, honestly. Or already had. But Ryland wouldn't… they wouldn't give them that kind of ultimatum, right? Not really? 

They looked at their hand. Nothing he had ever done would suggest that Ryland fucking Vale was the kind of person to make those threats lightly. Nor did their demeanor, the way he stared down at them like it was nothing.

"J-j-just, just one of them, r-right?" They asked fearfully. 

"Did you use just one of them, love?" Ryland replied. "No. You can't really expect me to let you off that easy when you were so disrespectful to me, can you baby?" 

Miah shuddered. "N-no… no sir…" They stared at their hand in horror, too terrified to move. Ryland sighed, exasperated as if they had anything to be upset about. Miah wanted to kill him, and they swore they would some day. 

“Come on, pet.” Ryland ordered, crossing his arms. Miah let out a desperate sob, tears beginning to fall. “Aww, poor baby,” Ryland teased. “Do as you’re told. Now.” 

Miah shook their head, chest heaving as they cried. “N-no, please, please don’t, don’t m-make me, I, I, I can’t, I can’t, please, no, please sir…” They threw the knife out of their reach, sending it skidding across the floor and almost into Ryland’s foot, had they not been clever enough to dodge.

Ryland sighed again. He knelt down to pick up the knife, inspecting the blade closely for any imperfections or nicks in the metal. “You’re lucky you didn’t damage this stupid,” They snapped. “I would have had to kill you with it.” 

Miah’s breath caught in their throat. Ryland grinned, leaning in close. 

“Fine,” He sighed, putting on a facade of great sympathy. “I won’t make you.” They crouched down in front of Miah, who sniffled pathetically as tears continued to run down their cheeks. They weren’t easy to make cry, this was certainly a win. Ryland traced their jaw with the blade of the knife, which was a large thing with serrations running down the bottom half. Miah whimpered. 

Suddenly, and with no change in their demeanor, Ryland was grabbing Miah by the wrist, squeezing tight and slamming their hand palm-up onto the wooden box. Miah screamed, their eyes darting up to meet Ryland’s, and their heart pounded in their ears as they saw the sickening grin that had overtaken his face. Ryland curled three of their fingers inward, holding them down and keeping the middle finger exposed. Miah thrashed and kicked, crying desperately for him to stop.

They didn’t even register the feeling of the blade touching their skin until they were screaming in pain, and the crunch of bone filled their ears. Miah went silent as soon as they truly realized what had happened.

Everything inside of them told them not to look. Every instinct they had, every single fucking part of them was against it. They didn’t want to see. 

Still, they looked.

They had to turn away to avoid vomiting on themself as soon as they saw it, heaving up nothing but gagging nonetheless. The blood, oh the blood, and their hand. Even worse, the finger itself. Laying on that wooden box even as they clutched their hand in agony, in a pool of blood. Their blood. Their finger. Their finger! Their head spun. 

From the sound of it, Ryland thought their reaction to be hysterical; their dark, sadistic chuckle echoing off the walls and into Miah’s psyche. 

Ryland turned to dig through one of the large metal drawers lining the wall. Miah supposed it was their workspace, however terrifying a thought that was. It resembled what one would assume a carpenter would use for a workspace, and that terrified them even more. What kind of things would Ryland Vale need a hacksaw for? 

If they weren’t terrified before, they were when Ryland turned around. 

He held a pair of sturdy looking garden shears, green handles and sharp blades that reflected just a bit too much light to be something Ryland used casually. Miah could just imagine it, him sitting and sharpening them, polishing the blades to be just as terrifying to every new victim.

The fear in their eyes made Ryland laugh. They had never looked at them with eyes quite that wide, nor cried quite this hard. Not once, in their months of captivity, had they looked this deeply, truly, terrified. 

“Oh love, don’t look so betrayed. I told you it would be both, so both it’s going to be. I’m not a liar, and I’ve already let you off easier than I said I would.” Ryland explained. “You should have been good for me from the start! You know I only hurt you when you disobey me. You’ve brought this on yourself.” 

Miah’s lip trembled with fear. What a fat fucking lie that was, only hurt you when you disobey. They could list several examples of that being false from the past two days alone. 

“No, please… no no no no no no no…” They whined. Ryland pouted at them in mock sympathy, and they felt so small. No one was even there to prevent this. They looked at him with tearful eyes, as he took their hand in his own, bringing it close to his face. Ryland pressed a kiss to the base of their palm, and then on the tip of every finger, stopping for a moment to graze the middle finger with their teeth. They savoured the fear in Miah’s eyes as they did, gripping their wrist tightly. 

Miah watched helplessly as they positioned his shears, and, their other hand pulsing with pain, as the blades closed together with a snap.

Their finger was severed in an instant. Ryland closed the shears with as much force as they could, and the bloody digit fell to the cold concrete floor. Miah’s mouth fell open in a gasp, their eyes unfocused and their mind blank of anything but fear. They were grateful for their tears, obscuring their vision enough that they couldn’t make out Ryland’s expression as he picked it up to examine. 

“There,” he said matter-of-factly. “Now there will be no more obscene gestures. You’ve learned your lesson, haven't you?” 

Miah nodded dully. Ryland patted their cheek in a condescending manner, still much more focused on the severed finger than the poor person it had come from. They stared at it for a few minutes, eventually picking up the other as well. Soon he began to pace around the basement, letting Miah sit there and bleed with a childish glee that made their stomach turn. Only when they groaned in pain, looking up at Ryland with their face as pale as a sheet did he remember that they still needed his attention.

Ryland paused. “I suppose you could use some help…” They nudged Miah with his foot, and Miah whined quietly, falling to the floor with no energy left to hold themself up. 

“Hm..” Ryland took off up the stairs, taking the severed fingers with him. Miah watched them wearily, struggling to keep their eyes open. Were they dying? Were they really going to bleed out on the cold floor of the basement of some twisted bastard who cared more about their now removed appendages than their life? Honestly, that didn’t sound too bad compared to what they just went through. They started to cry again, although now they didn’t have the energy for it. 

Their whole body shook as they wept, unable to even wipe their tears with their hands covered in blood. They wanted to go home. They wanted their brothers, their mom, they wanted their cat and they had never felt so helpless in their entire life. It tore them apart. Their head hurt, and their hands hurt worse. 

The door opened again and Ryland came hurrying down the stairs, carrying what looked to be a first aid kit. Miah found it strange that they wouldn’t keep that where they torture people, but learning the intricacies of a sadistic fucking monster’s mind was not high on their priorities. They whimpered when he came closer, and Ryland hushed them. He pulled them onto their knees, and then close to his chest with a hand on the back of their throat. They kissed Miah on the top of the head, and Miah whimpered again. 

“Oh, precious pet,” Ryland hummed. “You wouldn’t have to go through this if you were just good for me, you know? Doesn’t it sound nicer to be good, love? I would be so kind to you, you could leave the basement, and sleep in a real bed again, and eat. Don’t you want to be good?” 

Miah practically fell over themself to agree, nodding their head desperately and whining sweetly. Ryland took one of their hands in his own, tracing their palm with his finger. “See,” They continued, unzipping the first aid kit with his other hand. “You know how to be good, Miah. You even know you want to be.” 

He pressed the start of a roll of gauze into their palm, and they whined. “You just forget it,” They wrapped the roll around Miah’s hand twice to anchor it down, before beginning to cover the wound. “Because you don’t want to admit that you’re better off as a pet than a person. Because you’re a stupid little thing, and you’re desperate to deny it.” 

The gauze went up, and around, and around again. It covered the horrifying little nub where Miah’s finger used to be, down to their wrist to keep it from moving. Again, and again it wrapped around, and they supposed they were meant to be grateful for Ryland’s help. He kissed the base of their palm again as he finished, looking them dead in the eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” Miah whimpered. 

“I know you are, love. And you won’t forget it either. You’ll be my good pet for a while now, hm?” Ryland responded with a grin, although Miah couldn’t see it with their face pressed into his chest. 

“Yes sir…” 

“I’m sorry?” He asked, a hint of a threat in their voice.

“Y-yes… master…” They buried their face further in his shirt, whining. 

“Good pet!” Ryland praised, cheerful. “You’ll get there eventually, love. Don’t worry.” 

They secured the gauze with some elastic tape that went around Miah’s hand in the same pattern as the wrapping. Miah cried quietly as Ryland switched to their other hand, wrapping it in the same way. They sniffled every time either of their hands moved, every little shift sending pain pulsing through their whole arm. They felt like such a baby.

Ryland kissed their hand like he had done with the first, before securing it with tape as well. Miah leaned back and stared at their hands, their expression unreadable aside from the horror and exhaustion so evident on their features. 

It didn’t feel real, even as they looked directly at their hands, at the gap between their pointer and ring fingers. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t. They bit down on their cheek, and tasted blood.

Very real. 

They continued weeping, and Ryland watched with a sick half-grin painting their face. Miah was going to be good for him whether they liked it or not, and Ryland suspected that they would never be one to like it. 

But that was fine. They were going to break. They would obey eventually, and they would soon realize that it was either obedience, or death. Most pets were rather desperate to avoid the latter, and Miah would be no exception. 

And they were going to break beautifully. 

[fruitcoops]

hi! i was the one who asked if your requests were open :) so you write remus with a praise kink, and you do it in the bEst way possible!! like, it gets a big reaction every time, but it’s not demeaning in any way, and i fucking adore that. i was wondering if you could write abt how sirius found out remus liked it? like in the gag fic he says “good boy” by accident and the reaction it gets is just sooo good and i can imagine him saying it without thinking about it and remus just going 😳!! if you don’t feel like writing this, by all means don’t!!

Hello, and thank you for your kind message! I never want to display kinks/ smut dynamics as demeaning, so I’m really glad it doesn’t come off that way. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, praise kink, and a bit of brattiness

Sirius closed his eyes as the sting on his rear end faded. “Really?”

“What?” Remus asked, quirking an eyebrow at him with a grin playing at his mouth. “You don’t like it when I do that?”

“You know I do.”

He shrugged. “Then I don’t see a problem.”

Sirius snagged him by the belt loop and reeled him in, feeling a flare in his gut at the false resistance act Remus put on. Slender hands splayed over his hips and squeezed; something devilish gleamed in Remus’ eyes. “You know you can just ask, right?”

“Ask for what?”

“Come on, Re,” he scoffed, leaning closer.

Remus’ hands slid down to his ass and rested there, just heavy enough that Sirius felt his thighs tingling. “I want to hear you say it.”

With a quiet laugh, he cradled Remus’ jaw in his palms and tilted it up, then tugged his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. “If you want a good, solid railing,” he murmured, skimming his mouth over Remus’ cheek. “All you have to do is ask.”

“You want me to beg?” Remus breathed out a snicker. “That’s more up your alley, babes.”

“Depends on what direction this afternoon is going in.”

He felt Remus’ soft huff against his neck before lips brushed his earlobe. “Not a chance.”

“Fine, then.” Sirius rallied his self-control and stepped away, raising his hands in surrender before turning back to his crossword. “Just know that it’s your own stubborn fault.”

“My wh—” Remus spluttered, knocking their hips together. “Somebody’s feeling grumpy.”

Sirius propped his chin on his hand and glanced over. “And somebody else is too damn proud to admit they’re just gagging for it, eh?”

The tips of Remus’ ears turned pink, as did his neck; he wiggled his way between Sirius and his crossword, then hopped up onto the countertop and pulled him in for a knee-melting kiss as his ankles locked around Sirius’ lower back. “What’m I supposed to say?” he asked. Sirius could feel his heart hammering beneath his palm and grinned. Just how long have you been pent up?

“Baby,” he began, moving down to litter Remus’ neck and jaw with kisses. “Please take me to bed and fuck me so hard I forget my name.”

Remus paused, then dissolved into laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re horny,” Sirius countered, bumping his nose with his own. “Are you going to say it, or should I go back to my crossword until you find your words?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do I have to use those exact words?”

“I can write it down if you weren’t paying attention the first time.”

Remus rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat and suppressed another laugh. “Baby, please take me to bed.”

“And…?”

“And fuck me so hard I forget my name, you menace.”

Sirius untangled his legs and gave him room to slide back down to the floor. “That last part wasn’t necessary.”

“It’s the truth!”

“It’s mean!” he protested, tickling his ribs until he jerked out of the way with a yelp. “Now c’mere, I want to carry you to bed.”

Remus eyed his hands warily. “No way.”

“I won’t tickle you again.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

Sirius threw his hands in the air, torn between exasperation and giddy affection. “Then how do you propose we get upstairs, oh wise and wonderful one?”

He regretted his words immediately. Remus’ chin tilted just so, and a sweet smile spread over his face as he rocked back on his heels, then turned and took off running up the stairs. Sirius laughed in spite of himself and sprinted after him, missing his belt by half an inch as Remus skipped the last step and swung around into the hall.

Sirius tackled him onto the mattress and latched his hands onto his sides. “You’re such a brat!”

“No,” Remus managed, kicking and flailing to no avail as Sirius pinned him down. “No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit—”

“What are you sorry for?”

He scrunched his face up and made a valiant effort to get his hands near Sirius’ ribcage, only to yank back when fingers found the soft place beneath his chin. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m sorry you’re such a bastard.”

“You little shit!” Sirius redoubled his efforts until tears of mirth gathered in Remus’ eyes.

“I give,” he said at last. “I give. I’m sorry for running away, alright?”

“I don’t believe you, but okay.” Sirius settled himself on Remus’ chest, then pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Cutie.”

“Ew. Affection.”

“I love you.”

The chest beneath him rose and fell in a heavy sigh, and Remus’ whole face softened. “I love you, too.”

“Ready to get back to forgetting your own name?”

“God, yes.”

And so, both still snickering like a couple of teenage boys fumbling around in some janitor’s closet instead of their shared bed, they managed to get their shirts off between messy kisses and wandering hands that still made Remus jump when they got too close. “I’m not going to tickle you!” Sirius said, rubbing his flat palms along the smooth skin and all its bumps. “See?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Remus squirmed all the same, though, and planted one more kiss to his lips before shimmying out of his fantastically high-waisted jeans that always made Sirius’ brain lose a few neurons. “One of these days, I should really start doing workouts like you and the team.”

Sirius hummed in question as he mapped the curve of Remus’ shoulder with his teeth and tongue, sliding his own pants down.

“Just to keep up, you know?” More space opened up as Remus turned his head into the pillow, and Sirius made a noise of delight. Fuck, he tastes incredible. “I put on muscle pretty quick—”

His mouth came off with a light pop that made them both grin. “Sweetheart, if you get buff, I won’t survive.”

“No?” Even the mental image of Remus with enough corded muscle to manhandle him a bit—or, god forbid, pick him up—made him stir in his underwear, and his mouth watered. “Oh, okay. I might have to do it anyway, just to see that look on your face.”

“And you call me a menace,” Sirius teased, kissing those plush lips for all he was worth before slipping his hand beneath the elastic waistband.

Remus’ mouth opened against his own with a harsh exhale and his knees knocked against Sirius’ thighs. “Ngh, fuck me.”

“In a minute.”

“Baby.”

“Be patient.”

“No,” he practically whined, bucking his hips up as if to flip their positions. Sirius tightened his grip by half a degree and slid a finger down to press against the soft bit of skin below his cleft; Remus went absolutely still with bated breath. “Oh.”

“Be. Patient.”

Deep copper eyelashes fluttered on Sirius’ cheekbone as he kissed Remus’ temple and began stroking him, slow and steady even while long legs twitched on either side of his waist. “Come on, come on, come on,” Remus panted, shivering slightly while he pushed down on the muscle of Sirius’ bare back with his strong hands.

“I missed you last week,” Sirius murmured. He licked a stripe up his neck and felt Remus writhe in pleasure.

“Uh-huh.”

“FaceTime is not the same, and texting is extremely inconvenient on the bus.”

A lazy grin revealed sharp teeth. “How much did Pots chirp you for—oh—that?”

“He didn’t see anything.” Sirius moved his free hand down to stroke Remus’ inner thigh and watched his jaw go slack. “But Harzy is far too perceptive for his own good. Next time, wait to send nudes until I tell you I’m alone.”

“They weren’t nudes.”

“Were you wearing clothes?”

“…not many. At least I was tasteful about it. Did Harzy actually see them or—” His breath hitched when Sirius pressed beneath the head of his dick. “—or can I continue to look him in the eye?”

Sirius laughed and nuzzled into the scar on Remus’ shoulder. “I had a window seat, so you’re safe for now. He put it together pretty quick, though.”

Remus flexed his fingers and tugged on the waistband of Sirius’ boxers, sliding them as far down as he could. “Off.”

“Alright.” Sirius took his hand away and Remus’ face fell into abject sorrow. “I need both hands, mon coeur.”

“No, you don’t.” Remus ground upward and Sirius swallowed hard as more precum dampened the front of his underwear, then suppressed a shudder when cold fingers closed over his wrist and guided it between them once again. Remus licked into his mouth and pulled him down for more, trapping him with gentle touches and steely thighs. “You’re just dripping for me, huh? Come on, baby, I asked so nicely earlier.”

Sirius could hear his heartbeat in his ears and dragged the last bits of fabric away, sighing at the skin-to-skin contact after over a week of absence. Fuck, it must have been…what, a week and a half since they went beyond hurried blowjobs? More? He growled low in his throat and pushed one of Remus’ legs toward his chest, feeling his sharp smile.

“Finally.”

“I’m not fucking you yet.”

“Is that so?” He sounded amused by the very idea of it.

Fine, then, fuck you too. “Yep. I’m going to work you open until you beg for it and mean it this time.”

“You won’t last that long.”

“Try me, Loops.”

Remus threw his head back and laughed. “Pulling out the nicknames, huh? Alright, Cap.”

Sirius’ teasing smirk dipped on one side as he let the nickname roll over him and tingle up his spine. “Say it again.”

Golden eyes turned dark, glimmering dangerously. “Why should I?”

“You’re just being contrary now.”

“Baby, I’m always contrary.”

“I’ll start opening you up if you say it for me,” he wheedled.

Remus thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes, then settled into place and kissed Sirius’ forehead. “Promise, Cap?”

“Promise.”

Remus inhaled deeply in pure bliss as Sirius’ index finger pressed in to the first knuckle, prodding gently while he grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. After a moment of preparation, he pushed two slick fingers in and kept a careful eye out for his favorite expression.

There.

With a cut-off breath, Remus squeezed his eyes shut, brows pitching up as he bit down on his lip. Part of a moan slipped through and his throat seized when Sirius ran the pads of his fingers along his sweet spot; his jaw ticked at the edge and he buried the side of his face in the pillow with a soft sound.

“You are a work of art,” Sirius said before he could stop himself.

A deep blush spread over Remus’ torso and he smiled. “Yeah?”

“Oui, mon coeur. I could look at you all day long and never get bored.” His back arched and Sirius had a sudden thought as he pushed his own hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Hmm, you tell me I’m pretty all the time.” Remus cracked an eye open. “I like it. ‘Work of art’ might be a bit of a stretch.”

“No,” Sirius said. He felt a sudden tightness when he went over a certain spot and concentrated his efforts there, moving carefully and methodically while he tried to keep his wits about him. “It’s not a stretch at all. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, from your toes to your curls.”

The vibrant color reached Remus’ cheeks; he seemed to be struggling and happy at the same time. Outside of the bed, he would’ve brushed off the compliments with a snarky comeback, but Sirius’ words turned him soft and sweet around his fingers. Sirius couldn’t tell who was leaking more. “Stop it,” he mumbled, though his hips rocked slightly.

“Stop what? Telling you how wonderful you are?” Sirius pressed down a little harder and watched his shoulders shake at the heightened feeling. “I don’t think I want to if it means you keep riding my fingers. This is a new development, and I’m curious.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.” Something frantic crept onto his face and Sirius pushed his boxers down, then took Remus’ wrist and pulled it down to his shaft. “This—is this weird?”

“Complimenting you? Not at all.” Sirius muffled a moan in the hollow of Remus’ throat, feeling his grip grow smoother with each motion. “Fucking hell, you’re fantastic. Just keep doing that, d’accord?”

Remus nodded—all his muscles relaxed as Sirius let up some of the pressure on his prostate and returned to stroking his dick loosely. “Don’t know why I like it. Just do. Are you adding another?”

“No.”

A pleading whine made Sirius smirk. “Why not?”

“Because two fingers are plenty when you’re like this. You can handle it.”

“I still know my name.”

“Then sit and stay until I make you forget it.”

“Sit and stay,” he muttered, though there was an undercurrent of fondness that Sirius didn’t miss. “I’m not a dog.”

“Good boy,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin.

Remus’ eyes flashed open and his free hand gripped the sheets; with a jolt of shock, he came all over Sirius’ hand. “Oh!”

Sirius froze, unsure whether to keep going or call an ambulance. “Re?”

“Say it again,” he demanded, gripping Sirius’ shoulder with a wild edge to his voice. “Say it—say it again, please. Cap, Cap, fuck just say it again.”

“Um…” Sirius shook off his surprise and gave him a light stroke. “Good boy?”

Remus rolled his hips with a low hum. “ ‘s me?”

“…yes?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” He pressed his lips together with a noise of pleasure. “God, it’s—Sirius.”

Find the rhythm, figure it out, he told himself. “Can you go again?”

“Yeah, yes, please.”

Remus was already hardening in his hand and Sirius took a few deep breaths to stop himself from coming at the sight before rolling a condom on and grabbing the lube. It wasn’t difficult to get him into the right spot; all his earlier brattiness had faded under the glow of their new discovery. Remus was tight and warm when he finally pressed in, and Sirius knew neither of them would last long. “You’re so good for me,” he said, testing the waters with the few coherent thoughts he had left. “So good, Re.”

“Oh my god,” Remus gasped.

“Fuck, um, what do you want me to say?”

Remus’ legs trembled around his waist. “Tell me I’m good, and—and anything you want to say, oh my god.”

He wrapped a hand around the back of his knee. “You look amazing like this, good boy. So pretty.”

“Holy shit,” Remus laughed in disbelief without opening his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Um, fuck, I’m gonna come.” The realization slammed into Sirius and he picked up the pace, losing himself to Remus’ breathless moans as his own noises tumbled from his lips and the edge crept ever closer.

“Yes, yes,” Remus hissed, hiding his face in the junction of Sirius’ neck and shoulder, littering it with sloppy bites that wouldn’t leave proper marks but still sent tingles through Sirius’ whole body.

His orgasm did not sneak up on him by any stretch of the imagination, but it still caught him by surprise and he fell apart in Remus’ arms, then jacked him with a clumsy hand as soon as the world came back into focus. “You’re fucking perfect, mon coeur, now c’mon, come for me—”

Remus stifled a shout into his skin, followed by a drawn-out whimper as he shuddered to pieces. They laid there in total silence for a full minute, save for their heavy breaths. “Um. Hmm.” Remus’ voice was wrecked.

“You okay?”

“Oh, definitely.”

Sirius hesitated. “Are you…going to let go of me?”

“Nope.”

He pulled out, then rubbed his face against Remus’ sweaty hair. “Are you hiding?”

The skin plastered to his own heated up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Not around me.”

With a grumbly sound, Remus peeled his hands off Sirius’ back and tucked them into his own chest; he made a face when his forearms touched the not-quite-dried come on his front, all flushed and flustered. “That was…interesting.”

“You seemed to like it.”

“Did it bug you?”

“Not even a little,” Sirius answered honestly, kissing the side of his mouth. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Do you want to clean up now, or do you need a second?”

Remus bit his swollen lower lip and winced. “Can you grab a washcloth or something? I need a minute to think, but then cuddles sound really good.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Sirius kissed him softly and got up, dropping the condom in the trash before using the bathroom. He was halfway through dampening a washcloth in the sink when he heard a sigh of relief from the bedroom. There’s no way he got off again that fast. “Re? Everything alright?”

“I’m not weird!” Remus called back.

“Okay?” He wrung out the cloth and headed back in, wiping his own stomach and thighs before cleaning Remus off.

“Thanks, love, that’s really sweet.”

“No problem. Found something interesting?”

“Mhmm.” Remus passed him his phone. “Apparently, I’m not the only one.”

Sirius squinted at the screen, still a bit addled from the events of the past forty minutes. Praise kink: when someone derives pleasure from being praised by their partner(s), usually in a sexual context. “Cool.”

Remus fit himself under Sirius’ arm with a slow breath. “I’m glad that didn’t freak you out.”

“Nothing that makes you that happy will ever freak me out,” Sirius said, pulling the covers up higher. “I like learning new things about you.”

“Ditto.” A small, contented smile lit his whole face and he closed his eyes, spreading a hand over the left side of Sirius’ chest. Sirius was definitely going to be sore in the morning—sex after a long week of travel always made his hamstrings cramp up—but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He wrapped his arms tight around Remus and basked in his warmth. “Mmm. Good boy.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Dirty Little Secret- NSFW Yasuhiro Hagakure One Shot

TW:// NSFW! 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 1,510

One shot and request below cut!

Can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure practicing self bondage please? you can decide how he'd tie himself and what toys he'd use. But I'd like it if he was butt naked, his mouth covered by a multilayered cloth gag, was orgasming non stop, and he was unable to escape his bonds. I guess I'd like this to take place before the Tragedy when everyone was living normally. What if he did this in a closet in an empty classroom at Hope's Peak. He do it thinking that no one would be there. So he gets stuck in bondage and hears some of his classmates of your choosing enter the room. They wouldn't discover him but it does put him in a panic as he tries desperately to stay quiet and not orgasm.

Hopes Peak. A school that traditionally doesn’t care if the students actually attend class, or even learn for that matter, but actually encourage the students to “practice their talent” rather than get an education. Yasuhiro Hagakure is no exception that that by any means. His favorite times of the day are the classes he skips. He loves just sitting in the dining hall, goofing off, scamming reading his friend’s fortunes. But today was a little different. Hiro skipped his first class, like always. He just couldn’t be bothered, because why learn when you can just hang, right? But Hiro, although older than most of his classmates, is still a young guy. He has hormones and gets horny. And every once in a while it happens at school. Could be because of a girl he saw, or, like today, a video he watched in an empty class room. But Hiro kind of planned for this. He typically gets himself off at home- before class. It’s why he’s late so often. But another thing about Yasuhiro is that he loves his mom. So of course, when his mom tells him she wants to have breakfast with him, and drive him to school, he eagerly agreed. Which means he didn’t have any time to himself in the morning, which in turn meant he knew he’d have to take care of it during one of his skipped classes. So he grabbed what he knew he’d need and shoved it in his pockets and backpack as he headed out the door this morning. And that’s where Hiro’s at now. He sat in an empty classroom by himself, in the back. He just watched the hottest video he’s ever seen, and he had to do something about it now. Luckily, the classroom he was in wasn’t an active one. Nobody’s taught, or participated in a class in that room in years, and Hiro knew he would be alone completely… but just to be safe he decided Hiro had to lock himself in the classrooms supply closet. You never know who might wander in or why, and Hiro had to be sure.

Once Hiro had made his way into the closet and locked the door up, he knew he was completely safe from being caught, so he made a risky choice. Hiro quickly dumped the contents of his pockets and bag revealing a rope, some handcuffs, a new toy he’d just purchased over the weekend that he’s been eager to play with, and a handful of cloth gags that he layered over one another, inside and covering his mouth completely, leaving him biting a few, and a few others to muffle himself out. Yasuhiro knew he couldn’t risk getting caught, even though he knew the chances of somebody coming into that classroom were incredibly unlikely, and let’s face it he’s right at least 30% of the time, he knew he has to be careful. Hiro decided to start with, since he planned on tying his hands up somehow, he needed to start by putting the new toy into action. Hiro had recently purchased a two in one toy. It’s a vibrating cock ring, that has a butt plug on the backside. So, as Hiro gently slides the cock ring part over his already hard dick, the other half of the toy goes right up his ass. “Mm.. fck..” he mumbled through the layers of mask, very muffled and quiet. The next step was to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him totally exposed. He had decided the best position to put himself in was with his wrist tied around the legs of the tall shelf in the closet. He brought the cuffs as well, but was incredibly nervous about not being able to undo those, so he just placed those above his head on the shelf for now.

Now with everything in place and ready, Hiro was ready.

He had positioned the remote to the vibrating ring in a way that he could easily press it behind his back with his hands tied, and once he did he was ready to go.

Hiro quickly gets incredibly hard, with the cock ring buzzing around the base of his now fully erect cock, and the plug part shoved straight up his ass, hitting his prostate perfectly. He decided to leave one hand completely free, so he could play with himself, and he did just that. Hiro immediately started pumping his dick, with such force that he’s lucky he had the gags, or he’d have been screaming otherwise. “Hmmm… fffuck…” hiro muttered under the mask, barely audible. He lifted himself off the floor just a little, before slamming back down onto it, making the plug ram into his prostrate with a lot of force and power. “NNNNNG!” Hiro cried out, in pleasure. With just a few more tugs to his dick, he thrust up into his hands one more time and immediately started cumming, even though it’s only been 5 minutes. The pleasure just became too much, and he’d came all over his chest and hands. He started panting heavily. “Hnmmm…” he whimpered in bliss. But he didn’t have any time to recover, as his dick was still rock hard, and the plug on his prostrate was making him feel like he could orgasm again at any given moment. Hiro had began to lightly play with himself, making him orgasm and cum all over himself once again. “Ahh! Hnnng!!” He cried out as he came everywhere. This repeated a few more times. He couldn’t stop himself from cumming, he felt so amazing.

In total, Hiro came 5 times by now. He was so sensitive, over stimulated, and almost sore but he couldn’t stop. It felt so good. He decided to stop touching himself for a second and just let the vibrator and butt plug do their thing, but as he did that he heard a noise. A click? Then he heard his greatest fear.

“Makoto, thank you for helping me with the homework today. Are you sure this class room isn’t being used?” Asahina asked, assumingely Makoto.

“Well of course! I don’t mind at all Asahina! And no, there haven’t been any classes held in here all year!”

“God this is a nightmare” Hiro whimpered in his head. He felt so fucking good right now, but he should’ve known better. Not only is he totally naked and can’t stop cumming, but his friends are literally right outside the door. He knows he can’t get caught, but he can’t stop. Without even meaning to he cums again and has to literally bite the gag and his tongue to keep himself from screaming out. He wants to stop but it feels too good.

20 more minutes pass, and Hiro’s sweaty, absolutely covered in his cum, with tears running down his face from trying so hard not to make a single noise, when he hears the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Okay! Thanks Makoto! You’re really the best!” Hina said joyfully.

“Don’t even worry about it Hina! That’s what I’m here for!” Makoto responded.

“Ffnk god..” hiro mumbled to himself as he heard their voices get further away. At this point he was so worn out he had to stop, but couldn’t risk getting caught so he had to wait a little while longer.

Exhausted and overwhelmed Hiro took everything off, quickly put his clothes back onto his filthy body, shoved all his toys and Ropes back into his bag and pockets, and ran to the shower room to clean up. As he was leaving the room and walking down the hallway, he passed Makoto who was headed back to the empty room. “Oh, hey Hiro! Where have you been today?” Makoto asked innocently.

“Oh.. uh.. just, catching up on some school work.. I just.. I gotta go though, sorry,” he said in a panic, still out of breathe as he ran the opposite direction.

After Yasuhiro had showered and cleaned himself off to the best of his ability he decided it was best to try and join his classmates for the remainder of the day to attempt to blend in. The whole day went normal and fine, until Makoto walked up to Hiro and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, uh, Hiro, after I saw you in the hallway before? I had to run to an empty classroom to grab a spare notebook for a project. And I .. found this,” Makoto said awkwardly not looking Hiro in the eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m almost certain they’re yours..” he dropped a pair of handcuffs into Hiro’s hands. “They were just sitting on the shelf..”

A panicked Hiro just laughed and said “okay Makoto! I understand. I’ll use my powers to find the owner and return them as soon as I can!” But on the inside he was dying.

He quickly turned away from Makoto shoved the cuffs in his pocket, and ran out of the room heading home. At least he never officially got caught though.. right?

[whump-mania]

OMG I love your dark leader story❤️

Are you open for requests? You don‘t have to write it though, if it doesn‘t fit with your plans. Will you write a piece in which Quinn tells Vincent everything that happened? The beatings, the closet and being raped? How would Vincent react?

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(also asked by @whumpcreations: “I don´t know if you like the idea or if it fits in the story (yet) but after the chapter with Rhea I am curious. How would Quinn react when they decide to tell somebody in Vincent´s team what happened to them and they just really listen. Also could I please be added to the taglist?”)

(tw: implied/referenced noncon, panic attack, claustrophobia, cursing)

“It started with the closet.”

Quinn and Vincent were alone. The former had insisted it that way—they’d get nervous with too many people, it would feel like an audience. They didn’t want an audience for this. They just wanted a friend. They just wanted Vincent.

“I’m afraid of…of small spaces. Daniel figured that out during a raid. I-I wouldn’t hide in the cabinet. He, um…used it to his advantage.”

The constant tapping of Quinn’s foot on the wood floor of their room calmed them in a way. The same way that the loose strands of Vincent’s hair calmed them—falling in front of his face and obscuring the vision of his right eye ever so slightly.

“He’d lock me, in…in the…there. In the closet. When he wanted to. Started with half an hour. I-It, um…it’s…more than that…now.”

Quinn couldn’t believe how green Vincent’s eyes were. It was almost distracting. That was good.

“S-So, um…that’s why, why I, uh, why I screamed w-when…when you op-opened the—”

“Quinn.”

They stopped. They felt something gently grab their hand and it felt good, not like the way they’d been grabbed by the throat or the wrist or the hair and dragged to god knows where, this felt good and okay and safe.

“Breathe, kid.”

They hadn’t even noticed that they weren’t doing that.

So they did. And that felt good too.

“That’s not…i-it’s not the worst thing he’s done.”

“I know.”

“H-He’s done so much worse.”

“I know.”

“I want to tell you.”

“…Okay. Then tell me.”

“I…”

Quinn’s heart beating in their own ears was louder than their own voice. They knew what they were about to dig up, and they knew that when it was out of the dirt that it would take a lot of digging to put it back. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears.

Maybe they didn’t have to put it back.

They felt Vincent’s hand interlaced with their own. Stared into the green. The green was good. They were good.

“Daniel…gave me…to Hunter one night. He’s…fuck, Vincent, Hunter’s so strong. I couldn’t…g-get out if I tried.”

“It wasn’t your fault—”

“I know…I know. But, um…Daniel found out. What he did. And he, well…yeah. He did it to me too.”

“Fuck.”

“And then he did it again, a-and the day after that, and then…then they both did, and, and that’s what this bruise is from, right here, and then he did it again, and…”

Green.

“…Can I stop now?”

“Anytime you need to, Quinn.”

“…T-Thank you.”

“I’m glad you told me. Daniel’s a real piece of shit.”

“Mhm.”

“Seriously. Thank you for telling me this.”

“Mhm.”

“Quinn?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey—look at me. He’s not gonna ever fucking touch you again, okay? And don’t—don’t just say ‘mhm’ again, I wanna hear you say it back.”

“…H-He’s not…ever gonna…um…Vincent, what if—”

“No. He’s never. Touching you. Again. Understand?”

“…Never again. He’s n-never gonna…gonna fucking t-touch me again.”

“Good. That’s good, Quinn.”

“Vincent, I’m so scared—”

“I know. Come here, it’s okay.”

Vincent’s jacket rubbed on Quinn’s cheek. The suede fabric would surely suffer from their tears.

“Y-Your—ja…acket…”

“It’s okay.”

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[seijorhi]

Lev pretending to be innocent in front of the reader but is actually her stalker with those cat eyes. He asks help from her and they gradually get closer until he gets her all alone in her apartment under his care

Absolutely! Lev is prime stalker material 👀 poor reader

Lev Haiba x Reader

TW stalking, manipulation

Harmless

“Don’t you think he’s just a little… I don’t know, creepy?” your best friend murmurs in a pointed tone, stirring the sugar into her coffee. 

You bite back a sigh - it’s a conversation you’ve had countless times before and it always ends the same way. You defend Lev, chastise your friend for her paranoia and distrustful nature and eventually she relents with an unconvincing ‘if you say so’. 

“He’s harmless, honestly - Lev wouldn’t hurt a fly and he’s actually very sweet once you get to know him. I don’t know why you’re so against him. He’s a good friend.”

She huffs, taking a slow sip of her drink before she replies. “Well for one, he’s like an overgrown shadow. I swear, every time we’re out together we always seem to just magically run into him, all big and looming, and he’s always staring at you like he wants to gobble you up - just you by the way, he outright ignores the rest of us peasants - it’s like he’s obsessed with you or something, and-”

She keeps talking, but honestly you kind of zone out a little bit. You can’t judge her too harshly. She’s always been protective of you, ever since you guys were kids, you suppose it’s only natural for her to be wary of Lev.

And she’s not wrong per se. You do have the strangest habit of running into Lev around town, but it’s how you met, after all - quite literally running into the 6’5” giant as you were exiting the exact same coffee shop you were currently sitting in.

Spilling your piping hot coffee all over somebody else’s sweater doesn’t usually have the makings of a burgeoning friendship but Lev had been so sweet about the whole thing, blushing and bowing, shooting apology after apology (despite the fact that it was mostly your fault) that you couldn’t help but offer to buy his drink in compensation for ruining his morning - and more importantly his clothes.

Lev, grinning brightly, had agreed with a single condition - that you joined him. And really, after pouring hot coffee all over him, it was the least you could do.

“Hey, are you even paying attention to me?!”

You jerk a little, shaking yourself out of your reverie to find your friend glaring at you. It lacks any real heat though, and she just rolls her eyes and gives a long suffering sigh. “I’m worried about you, Y/N. Didn’t you say that some of your stuff has been going missing lately?”

An old picture of you and some friends on vacation, a necklace you used to wear religiously and you could swear that you’re missing one of your favourite bras and some panties, but… sometimes stuff like that just gets misplaced - it’s not like you’re exactly the tidiest person around. 

Still, you can’t help the way that your brows furrow at her implication, “I said I misplaced some things. Are you honestly suggesting that Lev broke into my apartment to steal that stuff?” you ask with a snicker. The very idea of the silver haired giant sneaking around your tiny apartment is ridiculous!

Your friend’s pointed silence speaks volumes. 

“Oh, come on! He’s just a friend - a little excitable maybe,” and very affectionate, always swallowing you up in tight hugs, fingers constantly seeking out yours - but somehow you don’t think that part will help your case, “but he’s just a big softie.”

She scoffs, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t speak for a long moment, but when she does, she reaches across the table to grab your hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m being a jealous, judgemental bitch because I don’t like the idea of anyone else coming to steal you away from me,” she smiles self deprecatingly, but there’s an real edge of worry in her eyes that makes your stomach twist, “but you’re the most important thing to me. I don’t want you getting hurt, and I get bad vibes from that guy.” 

You open your mouth to retort, but she just shakes her head, “Just… just promise me you’ll be careful around him, alright?”

Wordlessly, you nod.

As much as you try and dismiss her concerns, as days pass you begin to wonder if maybe she isn’t wrong.

Not about Lev of course - he might be a little over exuberant but you know he doesn’t mean any harm by it - but you think, well… you’re starting to think that maybe somebody’s following you.

At first it’s just the tickling sensation on the back of your neck. When you run to the corner store on your lunch break to pick up a snack for the afternoon a shiver runs down your spine as you get the strangest feeling that somebody’s staring at you - you can feel the weight of their gaze burning into your back, but whenever you turn there’s nobody there.

There’s never anybody there.

But… didn’t you shut the door to your closet before you left for work that morning? You could have sworn that the window to your second storey bedroom was locked.

It comes to a head one night after work. You leave later than you normally would, having lost track of time trying to get some last minute emails off and by the time you actually get out the door it’s already dark outside and it’s pouring down with rain.

You’re halfway home when you get that prickling feeling on your skin, and your gut tightens uncomfortably. Tentatively you slow, shooting a furtive glance over your shoulder. The streets of the city are normally busy at this time of the night, but the rain’s driven people away - there’s not a soul in sight, including any wannabe stalkers.

The tight grip on your heart eases and you force yourself to relax. You’re imagining things now, you think with a shake of your head and a breathless laugh. 

Nobody’s out to get you, you’re fine.

Except the prickling sensation on the back of your neck doesn’t go away, and with every step you take the discomfort in your gut becomes harder and harder to ignore. Fingers flit anxiously at your side, your grip tightening on the handle of your umbrella. The rain’s loud as it crashes around you, but as you turn down the music coming from your headphones you swear that you can hear heavy footfalls behind you.

All it would take is another quick glance to confirm your suspicions. It could just be another person out in the rain trying to make their way home, same as you. It could be all your head, paranoia brought about by your friend’s worries. But fear has clawed its way up your spine - it’s late and you’re tired and scared, rational thought has left the building and you don’t think about any of that before dropping your umbrella and taking off into a sprint.

You don’t look back.

You don’t stop until you're back in the safety of your apartment with the door locked, blinds shut and the deadbolt in place.

You’re still trembling twenty minutes later when there’s a knock at your front door.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound, your entire body tensing, and for a single moment you debate not answering the door, but… you let out a sigh, shaking your head. You’re being ridiculous.

A quick glance through the peephole sets your heart at ease. Standing in the hallway dressed in a slightly damp black overcoat, his silvery-grey hair dusted with rain, is Lev. 

Relief floods through you as you quickly work at the locks, flicking open the deadbolt.

“Hey, Lev,” you murmur somewhat sheepishly, stepping back to let him come inside.

His green, catlike eyes light up at the sight of you, and he doesn’t waste a moment before leaning down and enveloping you in a tight hug - never mind his wet coat. You let yourself relax into the embrace - the comforting warmth as he wraps himself around you and strokes your back. “Y/N! I’m so glad you’re home! I know I’m kinda stopping by unannounced and all, but I was just on my way…” he trails off as he pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing as they flicker across your face.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he murmurs, his hands still entwined around your waist.

You smile tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Should you tell him? There’s still some part of you that thinks maybe it’s all in your head, that you’re working yourself up for no good reason, but what if you’re not? What if there is somebody who’s-

There’s an insistent tug at your waist and your eyes dart back up to find Lev’s frown deepening. “Something’s wrong, tell me.”

A blush finds its way to your cheeks as you carefully unwind yourself from his hold and make your way back further into your living room, “I- you’ll think I’m being stupid I guess, or paranoid, but…”

“But?” he prompts.

You take a deep breath, fingers twisting in front of you, “I think that somebody might be… following me?” you phrase it almost as a question, carefully watching his face for any sign that he might start laughing at you. But he doesn’t - Lev’s features are perfectly blank as he stares back at you, and you rush to fill the sudden heavy silence that falls between the two of you. “I know it sounds insane, but my friend got me worried the other day, and things have been going missing from my place and I’m almost positive that somebody followed me home tonight and-”

“Hey,” he says, quickly stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches for your hand with a soft smile and you let him take it, offering a shaking smile back when his thumb smooths over the back of your palm. “I believe you. You don’t need to be scared, I’m here for you.”

You nod, swallowing down your nerves once more. 

“Do you… do you want me to stay tonight? Or at least for a few hours, you just look so fragile and frightened, I hate the thought of leaving you like this.”

Lev’s eyes show nothing but earnest concern as he studies you with a pout, and this time when your lips curl into a smile it's with genuine gratitude for your friend.

You should say no - it’s hardly fair for you to impose on him over something you’re not even sure is real, but… “Actually, that sounds good, if you don’t have plans of course - I don’t want to spoil your night or anything,” you mutter with a blush.

Lev just shakes his head with a soft laugh, “Of course not. You’re my only concern tonight, angel.”

You try not to let the relief show on your face too much. You’ll feel better knowing he’s there with you, and if nothing else you know he’ll take your mind off of things. It’s just what you need tonight - a friend. “Thank you,” you say warmly, dropping his hand so you can make your way back into the kitchen. “I was actually just about to start dinner, have you eaten yet? I was thinking pasta, but let me know if you feel like something else.”

He watches you for a moment as you open the fridge and bend over to rummage inside. “Pasta sounds great,” he calls back, shedding his damp jacket and making his way over to hang it off the coat rack by the front door.

Busy in the kitchen, you’re none the wiser to the soft click of locks turning, the deadbolt sliding back into place.

[mascwhump]

Chapter 21 - Game of War

TW: guns, minor character death, recapture, bound and gagged

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow

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One particularly large raindrop hit Charlie’s window, making a loud enough smack to wake him. His eyes opened to see Sasha, who began nibbling at his nose.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” He greeted softly. She let out a tiny meow, as if she was returning the sentiment. Charlie pet her for a little while before sitting up and stretching.

The bones in his legs cracked as he stood from his bed. He opened the bag of cat food and shoveled a scoop into Sasha’s bowl. He realized he hadn’t given her any water, and apologized to her before heading out to the kitchen. Nobody was in the kitchen nor the living room, and Charlie was almost grateful. He filled a small bowl with water and took it back into his room, setting it on the floor for Sasha.

He went back out to make himself something to eat, and decided on cereal. He had a dull headache, most likely from all the crying he had done the night before. Ethan emerged from his room as Charlie sat down at the table with his cereal.

“Hey,” Charlie said.

“Morning. How do you feel?” Ethan asked.

“I’m fine,” Charlie replied.

Ethan made himself a bagel before sitting at the table. Charlie scrolled through Instagram mindlessly, bored of seeing the same shit from high school “friends”.

“Wanna talk about what happened last night?” Ethan asked.

“Not really,” Charlie replied, not looking up from his phone.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he’s not mad at you anymore. I explained to him that you have Stockholm Syndrome, and he felt like an arse.”

Charlie dropped his spoon.

“The fuck is that?”

“You haven’t heard of it? It’s when somebody bonds with their captor. There’s even been cases of hostages falling in love with their captors,” Ethan explained.

“Okay, wait. I’m not in love with him,” Charlie said.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Ethan. I feel guilty about it.”

“Well, it’s a complex thing. There hasn’t been much research, unfortunately. Either way, Crow isn’t upset anymore, and that means we can focus on figuring out what the hell we’re going to do.”

They finished eating, and Ethan decided to go for a jog. Charlie had the house to himself. He wasn’t sure where the others had gone, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to go into town for any number of errands. He raided the medicine cabinet for ibuprofen, then tried to make himself useful by tidying up. He swept the floors, wiped down the kitchen, and cleaned the windows.

As he finished shining the last window, he saw the Jeep pull up to the house. Crow, Deke, and Adrian walked in with a few shopping bags. Crow motioned for Charlie to follow him outside. They went into the yard, and Crow offered him a cigarette.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Crow said, “I was drunk and angry, which isn’t an excuse for my actions, but I would never have done that if I was sober.”

“I forgive you. I think you have the right to be upset with me,” Charlie replied.

“No, I don’t. You’re… hurt. I don’t know all that you’ve been though, and I should have been more understanding.”

“It’s okay.”

They stood silently, taking drags off of their cigarettes. The tension seemed to melt away, and Charlie was glad that this hadn’t ended up a lasting conflict.

“I finally got command to talk,” Crow finally spoke.

“What’d they say?” Charlie asked.

“They want us to let him go. The whole conversation just felt off, and I can’t help but shake the feeling that Mallory is telling the truth. I don’t know about the assassination part of it, but they want this dropped.”

Charlie threw his cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe.

“So they’re just going to let him get away with all this?”

“That’s what it sounds like. But, if we let him go, you know as well as I do that he’s not going to leave us alone.”

“Right.”

Crow dropped his cigarette and they went back inside. Ethan was back from his jog, making a smoothie in the kitchen. After he was done with the blender, Crow called for everyone to gather at the dining table.

“I’m going to attempt to get more information from him about this conspiracy,” he said, “I don’t need all of you down there, but I want you to listen from the door, at least.”

He, Charlie, and Adrian went downstairs, while Ethan and Deke waited by the door. Mallory looked paler than usual, probably due to the lack of sustenance.

“Tell us more about this supposedly partnership you have with the government,” Crow said.

“Why? Do you finally believe me?” Mallory asked.

“Not sure yet. Talk.”

“I guarantee you that you’ll all be dead within a week if you don’t do anything. Not that I care,” Mallory said.

Crow glanced at Adrian and Charlie before responding.

“Why?” He questioned.

“Like I said, I was supposed to kill you. It was my way of telling them that they could trust me, by giving them an alibi,” Mallory said.

“Why didn’t you kill us, then?” Adrian asked.

“They didn’t say I couldn’t have a little fun first,” Mallory replied.

Suddenly, Ethan and Deke began to yell, and unfamiliar voices joined in the cacophony. Crow ran to the gun closet, fumbling with the two padlocks for a moment before getting the door open. He threw pistols to Charlie and Adrian, before arming himself and aiming upstairs.

Rudy appeared in the doorway with his gun pointed at Ethan’s head, using him as a shield.

“Drop your weapons and back away, or this twink gets his head blown off,” he threatened.

Charlie backed into the corner where he couldn’t be seen. Crow and Adrian dropped their guns once they realized Charlie’s plan. Rudy threw Ethan to the side and started down the steps, his gun locked on the pair. Mallory kept silent.

When Rudy came into his sights, Charlie fired his gun until it was empty. Five or six men flooded into the basement screaming, rifles at the ready. They were left with no choice but to drop to their knees and surrender. As their wrists were being bound, Mallory was freed.

They were forced up the stairs at gunpoint. Ethan and Deke were already bound. Mallory took an apple from the kitchen and ate it while he paced around.

“Get them loaded up,” he said.

They were filed out the door to four black vans parked in front of the house. Crow and Deke were put into one, Ethan and Adrian into another, and Charlie was alone in the last one. He assumed the other one was for the remaining soldiers.

After a few minutes, Mallory climbed into the passenger seat. He threw a duffel bag next to Charlie. Sasha climbed up onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for taking care of her, love,” he said.

Charlie didn’t say a word. His mind was blank, and he found himself dissociating.

“And thanks for taking care of Rudy. Never thought I’d get rid of that fool.”

Mallory didn’t speak to him again for the rest of the drive, besides threatening him whenever they stopped for fuel. Charlie had somehow managed to doze off, and only woke up when the rear doors were opened. He found himself at the compound again. Only, he wasn’t lead inside. He was walked to the runway, where a cargo plane was waiting, along with the rest of his team. A blindfold and a gag later, they were loaded into the plane.

Being in the same position for seventeen hours wasn’t comfortable, to say the least. The cloth dug into the corner’s of Charlie’s mouth, and he wanted a drink of water more than anything. His legs had forgotten how to work after being stuck for so long. He stumbled as he was lead off the plane, and the first thing he noticed was how much warmer it was wherever they were.

It was a long walk until the relief of air conditioning hit him in the face. A few doors opened, until he heard some keys jingle, and he was lead through one final door. His hands were freed, and the door was shut. He ripped off the blindfold and the gag, and was confused to find himself somewhere that resembled a cheap hotel room. There was no window, and the furniture consisted of a twin bed with no sheets, dresser, desk and chair, and a small lamp. There was a tiny bathroom at the front of the room, which he immediately utilized.

Charlie then tried the door, which was of course locked. Not knowing what else to do, he lied on the bed, and tried to make sense of this new situation.

[anxiety-banana]

a fic i wrote that im not sure i'll post on ao3 or not

MAJOR TW: the entire fic is based around active shooters/school shootings, please don't read if that could trigger you, i love you all very much and i value everyone's health <3

title: Safe

word count: 1114

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Having your life flash before your eyes Ahsoka didn’t think she’d ever have to experience.

But she heard the gunshots from across the school, and the only thoughts in her mind were that of the people waiting for her, of her brothers, of her family. Of Rex, and Fives, and Echo, and the people who loved her when they had no reason to.

She was not just alone in the metaphorical sense, the women’s bathroom was completely empty; Ahsoka was fully and completely alone.

The bathroom had a linen closet just outside the door. At the very least, some survival instinct was kicking in and told her that if the shooter did come near her, he might not check the closet. So with careful fingers and a mind blurry with fear, she cracked the door open. One inch, two, three, and she stretched one hand out to grip the handle.

But the door didn’t budge.

And she was suddenly aware of both the locked door in front of her and the slamming one behind her, as the bathroom door decided to make itself known in a silent hallway with an active shooter who was fully willing to kill her.

Ahsoka wished she didn’t hear the shouting behind her, or the gunshot, or the pling of metal on metal distantly. All she did was run.

And run, and run, and only stop when she was certain she was in a room with a door that locked.

She pulled out her phone, not to dial police (she was certain there were people coming already), but to call the only people that mattered when she was afraid she wouldn’t leave the school again unless it was on a gurney.

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to be in third period-”

The words tumbled out of her mouth. “Rex, there’s a shooter in the school.” She whisper-yelled, hoping and praying the words came out right and he heard exactly what she said, because she was not repeating herself.

Ahsoka thought she heard someone yell on the other end. She didn’t pay attention. “Where are you?”

She took a moment to scan her surroundings. “An empty classroom. The door’s locked.”

“Okay ad’ika, the police are on their way. You’re gonna be fine.”

And Rex wouldn’t lie to her. She had to believe that.

She had to believe that, because she knew for certain somebody had shot at her a minute before, and it wasn’t the police. She needed to get out of there, needed to get out alive, because she had Coruscant Uni waiting for her to graduate, and she was going to study Physics and Engineering on her full-ride scholarship, coming home on the weekends to watch stupid movies with her brothers and steal shifts at Anakin’s repair shop.

She was going to live. She had to.

With what sounded to be physical pain on the other end of the phone, Rex asked, “Are you hurt?”

Ahsoka had heard of what adrenaline did to you in such situations, and knew it could have easily masked an entire bullet wound from a few minutes prior, but with a frantic search of her own body for blood or pain, she denied. “I’m okay.”

And well, she was far from okay. But she had two legs to walk out on and nothing was bleeding, so physically, she was just fine.

“Keep talking to me, Soka, we’re going to get you out of there.” There was shuffling as he (and likely at least two other brothers) ran to the car.

“But what if they hear me?” She said softly.

She hadn’t heard footsteps yet, but she was waiting for them. Waiting for them to march in like drums marching her to her own death. “I’ll talk to you, then, sound good?” Ahsoka hummed. “Fives and Echo came early, they were going to surprise you for your birthday.”

Something of a wry laugh escaped her lips. She’d forgotten about her own birthday.

“Cody’s going to be home for dinner too, I think. He said he’d get out of work early tomorrow to come. He likes to joke, but I know he wouldn’t miss you for the world.”

You might learn to, something dark whispered as footsteps approached her.

“We’re pulling up to the school now, Ahsoka. There’s police everywhere, you’re going to be just fine.” She knew he was reassuring himself as much as her. “We’ll be right outside waiting for you when the police come find you. We’ll grab the greasiest, unhealthiest fast food we can find for lunch, and then we’ll go home and you’ll tell me all about your last shift. You’ll tell me about some crazy customer who was hitting the gas instead of the brake and had to get his car towed. Got it?”

The footsteps got louder. She was waiting for it. Waiting for the glass to break and a hand to reach in and unlock the door, waiting to stare down the barrel of a gun as she said goodbye to Rex in her final moments.

“Got it?” He repeated to numb ears.

The footsteps pounded. She curled up tighter, tucked in a corner of the room in the smallest ball she could, hoping that maybe if she was small enough they just wouldn’t see her. They’d pass right by and never know she was there-

“Coruscant Police!” They yelled from outside the door. Another set of footsteps joined. “Anyone in there?”

Ahsoka didn’t think she’d ever sleep again, but she knew their voices would save her from the nightmares if she did.

With shaking hands, she stood, legs wobbly and tears still streaming down her face as Rex still talked into her ear. “They’re here, Rex,” She whispered softly.

“Who? Who’s here?”

“Police, I’m fine, I’m gonna be fine-” Ahsoka threw open the door to two officers, bullet proof vests strapped to their chests and firearms gripped in tight hands, quickly holstering the guns at the sight of her, teary eyed and shaking. “I’m fine.”

She barely registered the man-and-woman-duo leading her towards the doors, Ahsoka repeating the one phrase to herself as if letting go of the words meant letting go of her life. But in moments (Minutes? Seconds?) she was walking through the front doors and scanning the parking lot.

Ahsoka was sure there was an officer trying to talk to her, take her statement like on a crime show, but her thoughts were on the three brothers closing in on her, tackling her in a hug, and consoling her.

Rex cupped her face in his hands, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You’re safe.”

She couldn’t do more than nod.

“I’m safe.”

[dorki-c]

Metanoia

Characters: Dabi and reader

Relationship: Dabi X Pro-hero! Reader

Quote: “Metanoia”

Gift for: @glitterfreezed (Aka photoshop goddess) THANK YOU for being one of my very first moots on this crazy platform! I really hope you enjoy this one shot (as I spent way too much time on it XD) and for anybody reading this: GO CHECK OUT GLITTERS PLAYLISTS!! They are honestly amazing!

Tw: Kidnapping, Use of Guns, Slight nudity

Going on patrol lately has been boring.

Sure, (y/n) wouldn’t pass it up for helping little old ladies get across the road or helping itty bitty children find their parents within a crowd.

But besides that, there was little to nothing to do- no paperwork, no criminals terrorising the streets, or vigilantes on loose- the streets were cleared and scrubbed down from any crime lately.

It was strange.

Nothing has been the same ever since Kamino ward as well.

The moment you found out your lover was a villain; you took great lengths to create distance from him. Not sparing him a second glance or another phone call- let’s not forget you blocked his number- although doing these things made you seem like an asshole; you are a hero.

Heroes do not date Villains.

Its absolutely forbidden.

Though should you have stayed with him, something could’ve happened- he could’ve used you for blackmail, ransom, and maybe trafficking- as terrifying as it sounds, at least your far from your old apartment.

At least your away from that freak. That sadistic freakshow, with his stupid smirk and (beautiful) weird ass scars.

Luckily, the clock had ticked to the hour that announced your release from countless wasted minutes of scrolling through your phone as two feet laid disrespectfully on the hero agencies desk where nobody pointed out the blatant rudeness she was showing.

Even if she wanted to stay here, the female should get home soon. Even if there was no problem during the day, that doesn’t reassure that there will be trouble when walking through the evening.

Where you had the inkling of protection that is provided to you by your muscle memory, nobody should rely on themselves to do a simple task like walking home when there is such a thing as societies creepy-crawly insects withering across the nooks and crannies of cities and flooding the deepest rabbit holes with their sickening ideals.

Just thinking about them brings revolting nausea into the churning acid within the insides of your body as it screams out to stay aware of the footsteps you take, of the glances you throw out, and of your hands gripping the cheap handbag- that you bought on a whim from that one charity shop around the corner of the apartment building- when a hand of yours dipped inside the bag to grip the weapon that laid unaware of whose blood it could spill today.

The three walled mirror room moved down from whatever floor it was on and when opening the doors, a small (and annoying) ping was heard through the (also) small lobby area.

When approaching your apartment door with your guard up and one of your hands swiftly opening the rusted door handle allowing a small gust of air to run into the vacant apartment, the eyes of a human watchdog sporadically darted from one place to another.

Making sure she can securely (slam) open the door, the pro hero steps in one footstep at a time like one of the cliché spy movies before throwing her bag down and yanking the heavy weapon out of her bag.

Its matte black exterior elongated to show the vertical and horizontal bits and pieces of the weapon as (Y/n) rested one of her fingers on the trigger whilst fiddling with the safety lock to make it unlock.

Once unlocking the safety lock of the gun, she leaned it towards the ground, turned around for a brief second to retrieve the key from her apartment door, then kicked said door shut with the heel of her foot.

Even when she investigates her almost empty apartment three times without a peaceful resolve at the end, the female is already sitting on her couch scrolling through another apartment renting website for herself.

It’s pathetic.

She’s on the run from her ex-boyfriend because she knows that if she gets caught by him, there will be a low chance of her escaping from his grasp again. It was quite evident from his group’s little broadcast that if anyone “tries to catch us, you’re going to be caught first.”

What if that applies to people wanting to escape from them?

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Stripping herself of the day’s tiredness, the female wore the loosest clothing within her wardrobe and ventured out to the shit-tip of her kitchen- the sink only had a few dishes in it, but, otherwise the trash looked like it got taken out once a year and there were so many letters scattered in piles over the counters.

Sighing at the sight, letting a hand of hers travel up her shirt to soothe an itch on her back, (y/n) shook her head at her own mess and still continued to go towards the fridge to dig through it in order to find the cheap- most definitely shitty- microwavable food she bought from the store only three days ago because to be completely honest, she’s saving up for buying a ticket out of this shit country and living in another one.

Ripping the film cover off of the food’s plastic container, she shoved her shitty food in the microwave and let the annoying beep sound through the apartment while (y/n) went into the small living room, grabbed some shorts that were sunbathing under the flickering yellow bulb and put them on in order to take out the trash.

When entering back into the apartment however, a flash of darkness alerted her body to go limp.

What was this feeling of restraint around her arms and legs? Moving one of her wrists- in an attempt to pull them out of the bindings- a harsh rub of a frictional material bit across the sensitive layer of the underside of your wrist, where it elicited a hiss to very subtly slip from your lips.

That seemingly helped beg a question in your curious mind. “Are my eyes covered?” Although when opening your eyes, a flurry of white blinded you causing a multitude of red freckles to dance across the pale illumination.

Whoever thought not putting a blindfold on you was a smart idea, it seems clear to me that they didn’t watch enough spy movies.

Okay, time to take a look of your surroundings.

First of all, Y/n glanced down to see if she had any major injuries- nope, the only thing missing from her body was her clothes and if that didn’t count as being kinky, then (y/n) doesn’t know what it counts as- along with her feet barely touching the carpeted floor, her ankles were tied to what she assumes to be a wooden chair.

Looking off to the side after shifting her gaze from her feet to her forearm her eyes picked out the surroundings behind her and the type of seat she was sitting in. Wow, whoever kidnapped you, really knows how to do it inefficiently.

Though, if they’ve used cheap ass rope and tied you up to a wooden chair- out of all the chairs in the world, they choose a wooden chair- along with forgetting to put a blindfold on you, they probably didn’t take any precaution when kidnapping you because the criminals probably have back up on hold.

Meaning there was more than one culprit involved and that they don’t expect you to get out of this area due to being outnumbered.

Moving your head upwards once more, the outlines of what seems to be a closet and a drawer were all that you could observe before some sort of jiggling sound was emitted through the silent room.

It wasn’t till the door opened that it revealed somebody that (y/n) didn’t expect. A hitch lodged itself like a six-foot down corpse where only grave looters would be able to find it. Was she seeing a ghost? Perhaps. Did she care? Maybe, however she was trained to not overreact in a situation like this.

“Well, look what we have here…” The metal contraptions that held the person’s tough layer of skin nudged a little in the direction of the muscle’s movement. “…A squirming itty-bitty hero.” The venomous hiss of their voice slipped real close to her ear as the lamp pointing obnoxiously into her right eye was turned off.

“So, this was your doing?” Snapped the hero as the villain sat down on her lap and gently grasped her chin- just like the old days- where his fucked up (handsome) grin shone brighter than the hero on her first debut. Dodging the question, the male let his weight lean onto the female’s thighs as she harshly craned her jutted out facial bone away from his hold.

“Oh, and it looks like your still as feisty as ever.”

“Yeah, I am. Got a problem with it, villain?” The hiss made the patchwork villain only recoil an inch backwards before narrowing his pupils at the nickname and gripping the very first thing his eyes land on, your neck, where the surface of his skin was smouldering to the touch.

“I wouldn’t say that if I was in your position.” He proclaimed as the slimming of her lips straightened out to a thin line, “Now, I’m here to offer you a position and…” From somewhere on his body, he pulled a gun- one of the many similar pistols that you hoarded in your apartment for safe keeping- then pointed it straight at your thinly protected heart where the brush of stainless chilled metal tingled the very fabric of your body.

“…it would be wise of you to listen.” Sure, a gun was pointed literally at her chest- lets not forget that she’s being forced into this position of unwillingness- but hopefully, some otherworldly deity will let (y/n) live one more second.

“Okay, good girl?” You’ve never committed to metanoia before, but at this point, you might as well.

[hopespeak-hostclub]

Dirty Little Secret- NSFW Yasuhiro Hagakure One Shot

TW:// NSFW! 18+ ONLY.

Word Count: 1,510

One shot and request below cut!

Can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure practicing self bondage please? you can decide how he’d tie himself and what toys he’d use. But I’d like it if he was butt naked, his mouth covered by a multilayered cloth gag, was orgasming non stop, and he was unable to escape his bonds. I guess I’d like this to take place before the Tragedy when everyone was living normally. What if he did this in a closet in an empty classroom at Hope’s Peak. He do it thinking that no one would be there. So he gets stuck in bondage and hears some of his classmates of your choosing enter the room. They wouldn’t discover him but it does put him in a panic as he tries desperately to stay quiet and not orgasm.

Hopes Peak. A school that traditionally doesn’t care if the students actually attend class, or even learn for that matter, but actually encourage the students to “practice their talent” rather than get an education. Yasuhiro Hagakure is no exception that that by any means. His favorite times of the day are the classes he skips. He loves just sitting in the dining hall, goofing off, scamming reading his friend’s fortunes. But today was a little different. Hiro skipped his first class, like always. He just couldn’t be bothered, because why learn when you can just hang, right? But Hiro, although older than most of his classmates, is still a young guy. He has hormones and gets horny. And every once in a while it happens at school. Could be because of a girl he saw, or, like today, a video he watched in an empty class room. But Hiro kind of planned for this. He typically gets himself off at home- before class. It’s why he’s late so often. But another thing about Yasuhiro is that he loves his mom. So of course, when his mom tells him she wants to have breakfast with him, and drive him to school, he eagerly agreed. Which means he didn’t have any time to himself in the morning, which in turn meant he knew he’d have to take care of it during one of his skipped classes. So he grabbed what he knew he’d need and shoved it in his pockets and backpack as he headed out the door this morning. And that’s where Hiro’s at now. He sat in an empty classroom by himself, in the back. He just watched the hottest video he’s ever seen, and he had to do something about it now. Luckily, the classroom he was in wasn’t an active one. Nobody’s taught, or participated in a class in that room in years, and Hiro knew he would be alone completely… but just to be safe he decided Hiro had to lock himself in the classrooms supply closet. You never know who might wander in or why, and Hiro had to be sure.

Once Hiro had made his way into the closet and locked the door up, he knew he was completely safe from being caught, so he made a risky choice. Hiro quickly dumped the contents of his pockets and bag revealing a rope, some handcuffs, a new toy he’d just purchased over the weekend that he’s been eager to play with, and a handful of cloth gags that he layered over one another, inside and covering his mouth completely, leaving him biting a few, and a few others to muffle himself out. Yasuhiro knew he couldn’t risk getting caught, even though he knew the chances of somebody coming into that classroom were incredibly unlikely, and let’s face it he’s right at least 30% of the time, he knew he has to be careful. Hiro decided to start with, since he planned on tying his hands up somehow, he needed to start by putting the new toy into action. Hiro had recently purchased a two in one toy. It’s a vibrating cock ring, that has a butt plug on the backside. So, as Hiro gently slides the cock ring part over his already hard dick, the other half of the toy goes right up his ass. “Mm.. fck..” he mumbled through the layers of mask, very muffled and quiet. The next step was to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him totally exposed. He had decided the best position to put himself in was with his wrist tied around the legs of the tall shelf in the closet. He brought the cuffs as well, but was incredibly nervous about not being able to undo those, so he just placed those above his head on the shelf for now.

Now with everything in place and ready, Hiro was ready.

He had positioned the remote to the vibrating ring in a way that he could easily press it behind his back with his hands tied, and once he did he was ready to go.

Hiro quickly gets incredibly hard, with the cock ring buzzing around the base of his now fully erect cock, and the plug part shoved straight up his ass, hitting his prostate perfectly. He decided to leave one hand completely free, so he could play with himself, and he did just that. Hiro immediately started pumping his dick, with such force that he’s lucky he had the gags, or he’d have been screaming otherwise. “Hmmm… fffuck…” hiro muttered under the mask, barely audible. He lifted himself off the floor just a little, before slamming back down onto it, making the plug ram into his prostrate with a lot of force and power. “NNNNNG!” Hiro cried out, in pleasure. With just a few more tugs to his dick, he thrust up into his hands one more time and immediately started cumming, even though it’s only been 5 minutes. The pleasure just became too much, and he’d came all over his chest and hands. He started panting heavily. “Hnmmm…” he whimpered in bliss. But he didn’t have any time to recover, as his dick was still rock hard, and the plug on his prostrate was making him feel like he could orgasm again at any given moment. Hiro had began to lightly play with himself, making him orgasm and cum all over himself once again. “Ahh! Hnnng!!” He cried out as he came everywhere. This repeated a few more times. He couldn’t stop himself from cumming, he felt so amazing.

In total, Hiro came 5 times by now. He was so sensitive, over stimulated, and almost sore but he couldn’t stop. It felt so good. He decided to stop touching himself for a second and just let the vibrator and butt plug do their thing, but as he did that he heard a noise. A click? Then he heard his greatest fear.

“Makoto, thank you for helping me with the homework today. Are you sure this class room isn’t being used?” Asahina asked, assumingely Makoto.

“Well of course! I don’t mind at all Asahina! And no, there haven’t been any classes held in here all year!”

“God this is a nightmare” Hiro whimpered in his head. He felt so fucking good right now, but he should’ve known better. Not only is he totally naked and can’t stop cumming, but his friends are literally right outside the door. He knows he can’t get caught, but he can’t stop. Without even meaning to he cums again and has to literally bite the gag and his tongue to keep himself from screaming out. He wants to stop but it feels too good.

20 more minutes pass, and Hiro’s sweaty, absolutely covered in his cum, with tears running down his face from trying so hard not to make a single noise, when he hears the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Okay! Thanks Makoto! You’re really the best!” Hina said joyfully.

“Don’t even worry about it Hina! That’s what I’m here for!” Makoto responded.

“Ffnk god..” hiro mumbled to himself as he heard their voices get further away. At this point he was so worn out he had to stop, but couldn’t risk getting caught so he had to wait a little while longer.

Exhausted and overwhelmed Hiro took everything off, quickly put his clothes back onto his filthy body, shoved all his toys and Ropes back into his bag and pockets, and ran to the shower room to clean up. As he was leaving the room and walking down the hallway, he passed Makoto who was headed back to the empty room. “Oh, hey Hiro! Where have you been today?” Makoto asked innocently.

“Oh.. uh.. just, catching up on some school work.. I just.. I gotta go though, sorry,” he said in a panic, still out of breathe as he ran the opposite direction.

After Yasuhiro had showered and cleaned himself off to the best of his ability he decided it was best to try and join his classmates for the remainder of the day to attempt to blend in. The whole day went normal and fine, until Makoto walked up to Hiro and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, uh, Hiro, after I saw you in the hallway before? I had to run to an empty classroom to grab a spare notebook for a project. And I .. found this,” Makoto said awkwardly not looking Hiro in the eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, but I’m almost certain they’re yours..” he dropped a pair of handcuffs into Hiro’s hands. “They were just sitting on the shelf..”

A panicked Hiro just laughed and said “okay Makoto! I understand. I’ll use my powers to find the owner and return them as soon as I can!” But on the inside he was dying.

He quickly turned away from Makoto shoved the cuffs in his pocket, and ran out of the room heading home. At least he never officially got caught though.. right?

[logicalnightmare006]

"He can't be alone-!" - Intruloceit Oneshot

TW: Panic Attacks, Being Left Alone, Unsympathetic!Roman.

It was a normal day, Thomas wasn't doing much so all the sides got a day off, and Janus was currently cuddled up to his boyfriends Logan and Remus. Perfectly content. Well, until Roman came into a room, a wide smirk on his face. "Janus! Could you come with me please?" The princely side asked. Making the snake tilt his head to the side before nodding. Giving both Logan and Remus a kiss on the cheek before standing up and following Roman, who led him far away from his boyfriends. Suddenly, he was thrown into a closet, the sound of a door locking, and then footsteps leading away. Now, this wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that Janus was terrified of being alone. He never knew why he had this fear but everytime he was left alone for more than two hours. He started getting scared and his breathing picked up. So he always avoided being alone for that amount of time.

Now here Janus was, in the closet, Knees pulled to his chest, eyes and mind clouded as fear kept washing over him like a tsunami. He had been locked in there for 3 hours at this point. Which was causing him to have a panic attack. He was shaking violently as tears streamed down his face. He didn't know what to do or say. He felt trapped, unable to scream or call out for somebody. He hated it....

Meanwhile, Remus and Logan were now extremely worried and searching for their boyfriend. Remus kicked open Roman's door. "Where is he?" The intrusive trait asked, a growl in his tone as Logan stepped into the room. Roman just chuckled "Oh, I left him locked in a closet somewhere. Funny prank-! " He said with a snicker as he went back to drawing. Logan's eyes went wide and he snapped. "Roman he can't be alone!" Logan was pissed to say the least. Roman raised a brow "Of course he can, what do you mean-" He was cut off by Logan "You idiot! He physically cannot be alone, He starts shaking and he can possibly get thrown into a panic attack! He can't be alone!" Logan snapped. Before slapping Roman across the face. Remus let out a feral growl "Where is he?" He asked. Roman responding with "The closet next to the laundry room in the darkscape". Remus growled more at that before him and Logan ran out. Running to save their boyfriend. Worried on the impact Roman had caused.

By the time Logan and Remus had gotten to Janus. He was terrified. They quickly pulled Janus out and brought him to Remus's room. Remus gently set Janus on the bed and Logan pulled Janus to his chest, holding the shaking and crying snake and rubbing his head. Trying to calm his breathing while Remus whispered soft reassurances and kissed all over Janus's cheeks and forehead. After around 20 minutes of Logan and Remus doing this. Janus started calming down. His breathing now stable and his tears slowing. Logan gently kissed Janus's forehead "Dear, It's going to be alright, You're not going to be left alone again" He whispered softly as Remus pulled Janus to his chest. Logan now being the one whispering soft reassurances and giving soft kisses and Remus being the one holding Janus and rubbing his head. Janus took in careful breaths until he was calm. His eyes soft now. "T-Thank you guys..." The snake said with a soft tone. He hated being soft in general, but he was around his boyfriends. Logan sighed a bit "No need to thank us dear." He said as he kissed Janus on the forehead again. Remus adding in "It's no problem Baby. We're here for as long as you need us". Janus smiled weakly. Before cuddling up to both his boyfriends and falling asleep.

Let's just say Logan and Remus gave Roman a small 'Talk' when they realized Janus was asleep...