#and share with any friends who like the ship!

[thetrasha]

His Love Is…

STRAW HAT EDITION

LUFFY

...freeing.

Luffy lives wholly in the moment and seeks adventure, often attracting trouble wherever he goes. He is so unapologetically, authentically himself that nobody can help themselves – their true colours come forth around him; he brings out the best and the worst in people, depending on their personal moral compass. He is a beacon of hope, so bright and warm, so lively and wild. Anyone would believe in happiness and a purpose when travelling with him, but his forever allegiance lies with you because you complement him. You nurture his freedom-driven explorations because you believe in him, you believe in your friends and Luffy sparked that same assuredness in yourself, too. You were pulled into his world as soon as you met him, but neither of you expected you to merge your visions for a happy world. He made you feel hopeful, softer, kinder… you don’t have to pretend anymore. He knows that you’ve been so strong for too long. He’s seen it, that’s why he recruited you. That magnetic pull towards you was magical and it made him want to pursue a world where you wouldn’t have to hide to save face anymore. He wanted you to peer into his eyes and see you in them.

You deserve to be free.

ZORO

…thorough.

Zoro is a fiercely independent man who chases his dream and does everything he can to ensure that his end goal won’t be up to fate – his success, due to his efforts, can’t be measured in probabilities, they’re certainties. One of his core beliefs is that he’s the architect of his own future, that he can carve out his own path and mould the world to his liking if he just tries hard enough. He doesn’t care how arduous his chosen path is, he’ll gladly face every challenge and shoulder every bit of pain… since he’s confident enough that he won’t break under pressure. You’ve been an unmovable force, a damn thorn in his side, for quite some time now, you’re so stubborn in your care for him that he couldn’t help but perceive you – truly perceive you. He admired your spirit, acknowledged your quiet strength and continuos efforts. He sees himself mirrored in your soul because you’ve been with him so consistently. He’d adopted your habits without him noticing. Your presence makes him want to be a man you can be proud of. He’d promise to take better care of himself and try his best to be open about his emotions with you. He made you feel confident, whole and equal. He’ll take on your demons if you, as his equal, help him confront his.

You deserve to be protected.

USOPP

…kind.

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and you don’t quite understand that sentiment until Usopp isn’t around for you to lean on one day. Maybe he’s been assigned to stay back and watch the ship, maybe he’s looking at cute little trinkets near the harbour… whatever it is, you suddenly realise that Usopp is the glue that keeps this crew together. He is so open-minded and funny that everyone feels welcome in his presence; he turns your friend group into a community and he makes you feel included in every aspect of his life, shares every conversation with you and trusts you blind. He is devoted to your comfort because you look behind the carefully-constructed mask he wears, you take over when his social battery has run dry and you reassure him that both of his parents would be proud of the person he’s become. He feels a connection to you that goes beyond usual conventions. Most often, he cannot even put it into words how lucky he thinks he is. He is loyal to you and wants you to view him as part of your family. He dreams of watching you achieve your dreams with him as your forever home and save haven.

You deserve to be seen.

SANJI

…gentle.

Sanji loves to make people feel special and strives to do better. If he can put a smile on someone’s face, he’s done his deed and he lawfully approaches every day with the same quaint attitude. He knows that life can be hard – it can be so, so hard. That’s exactly why he cannot stand anyone piling onto someone else’s plight. Maybe that’s why he’s taken such a liking to you. You’re just like him, eager to make yourself useful and help your friends whenever you can… at the same time, just like him, you don’t see your own worth. A happy relationship grows out of an ironically selfish desire to make you see yourself for who you are. He naively thought that helping you would help him, but all it did was reveal your innermost thoughts and feelings and he found himself so in tune with you that he, as a hopeless romantic, finally felt like he’s found his match. Sanji can be intense and he knows it, you are great at communicating your likes and dislikes and he treasures your honestly. Knowing that he’s your safe place has him seeing stars whenever you’re near, you’re that important to him. Also, your sweetness only fuels his desire for a happy world, and he’ll be by your side for as long as you’ll have him.

You deserve to be cared for.

FRANKY

…exciting.

Franky knows that he’s unconventional. His life’s work literally breathed life into him and gave him a second chance at the game. His mind is so vast and feeds on his own curiosity and his longing for spectacular experiences. He is the heart of any party and entertains every joke, every conversation and loves seeing just how diverse people can be in personality and looks alike. It makes him feel less like an anomaly and more like an appreciator of surprises. He knows that he’s bold, passionate and confident, but you cared enough to explore all parts of his personality like it was second nature. You stuck around, watched him tinkering away well into the deep night when the mood turns sombre, and you never seemed to mind. No, when he went quiet, you started talking his ear off… just to cheer him up. That sold him on the idea of a relationship. He thinks so highly of you, thinks that your energy works super well with his natural charm and he adores bouncing off of different topics with your much appreciated input. You complete him in ways he didn’t think were possible. Your creativity and ideas for silly project make the gears in his head turn and before you know it, you’re both drafting up a blueprint for a gimmick nobody but you two would ever appreciate.

You deserve to smile.

BROOK

…deep.

Brook inspires people effortlessly. He encourages everyone to chase their dreams and stroll about the path of life at their own pace and on their own terms. He’s known hardships and he wishes to shield others from those feelings of melancholy and sorrow, even if he knows that working through every bit of pain gives one the tools to walk through life with a little more resilience. Still, he wishes to influence people with his music and give them a break from their everyday troubles, make them forget… it makes him feel useful, like he’s a part of something that makes being somewhat alive truly worth it. You saw right through that… immediately, too. You two were in complete harmony, you understood him wordlessly and the way you carried your own baggage with pride, shockingly, inspired him. You made him feel like his entire existence amounted to something. He longs for a soul-binding connection and a strong, secure relationship. Brook may need some time to trust and let go, but once he’s in, you’ve found a partner for life. He just wishes you’d look at yourself with the same innocent wonder you grace him with, laugh at your own jokes the way you laugh at his – you’re his muse, his everything. Life isn’t quite as scary when you’re with him, he knows that you can rely on each other as he slowly copes with his decades old loneliness with you by his side.

You deserve to trust.

JINBE

...easy.

Jinbe was so wise, so admirable, so… him. It was impossible to not feel secure in his presence. He’d always been naturally observant and thus, caring for others is second nature to him. Expressing his emotions isn’t a matter of pride for him, he’s just so easy-going and calm that he may seem cold to those who don’t know him, but his heart is always set aflame from passion alone. He feels and thinks deeply about others, engages in soul-searching conversation and never shies away from giving a good piece of advice to those who might want it. Without even thinking about it, he started taking care of you and remembered the little things that mattered – he wasn’t just available, he was there. Jinbe made you feel like your problems didn’t matter so much, he’s seen you through your highest highs and lowest lows, and it didn’t matter once. He only saw your heart, your soul, your mind… and he adored it all, no matter what you thought about it. You were a part of his crew, his friends, his family… knowing that you were just as fond of him as he was of you was a blessing. His love is mature, deeply respectful, and binds your souls together. You feel as though you are one.

You deserve to heal.

[revelboo]

May I request some domestic scavengers please? It would be funny if all five of them sired one sparkling xD the baby would probably have a messy colour scheme from their dads too

Sure!

Domestic

Scavengers x Reader

• Pacing across the top of the console, you hum a lullaby under your breath in the hopes that the tiny sparkling in your arms won’t pick up on your anxiety and wake up crying. Know your mates will be back as soon as they can from their supply run and that this sector is relatively peaceful. And your mind snags on the plural, remembering when you’d been embarrassed and uncomfortable for wanting all of them until you’d realized that you were the only one with a hangup. Apparently closely knit Cybertronians sharing isn’t that uncommon. That the practice become more widespread during the war, teams protecting each other, sharing everything.

• And the little one squirms against you, mouth opening against your shoulder on a warble. It’s so strange to watch their protective plating begin to form while the Scavengers speculate on who the sire is. While the consensus seems to be Spin since your little one seems to have tiny rotor nubs forming, they also have what might be little wings like Misfire. Those optics are shaped like your own eyes, but their helm? Looks like a mix of Krok and Crankcase. Their little face shaped like Fulcrum’s. Maybe you’re just seeing what you want, but you’re not so sure. Especially since the gray of their forming plating is starting to blush with color. Different colors. Your kid is going to look like a box of crayons.

• Tense until the blast door is open, the ship still secure, Krok strides through the ship. To you as the others dump the cargo and secure the ship. Knows Fulcrum and Crankcase will do security sweeps of the outside and inside of the ship just to be safe and he relaxes when he enters the bridge and you turn, their sparkling in your arms And something in him settles at that sight. Even as another part of him wants to give you another. “Any trouble?” You ask as he crosses to you, wanting to mass shift and hold you. And stumbling when Spin shoulders past him, Mass shifting and going air born to join you.

• “Tiny,” Spinister growls. Dragging you and the sparkling into his frame, Spinister rubs his mask against the top of your head, venting to pull the scent of his little family deep. Hears the sparkling chirping, tiny servos clinging to you as he cups their head in a palm, a servo stroking their cheek and freezing when they grab his servo, mouthing hungrily. ‘Everything went well,’ Krok murmurs and for a moment, Spinister’s rotors flare out. Before remembering Krok is a friend. A brother. Rests his chin on your head watching the other mech join them, mass shifting. Hands reaching to touch you and their young and Spinister’s optics shutter.

• Wings flicking in annoyance that Krok and Spin beat him to you, Misfire waits for Fulcrum and Crankcase to mass shift for him before he’s mass shifting to snag them both by a hand and ferry them up to the console with you and the other two. And it’s not a Trine by any means, but it still leaves him warm watching you and their impossible sparkling. It’s family and belonging and he’s missed this. Venting, he drapes an arm around Spinister and Krok so he can lean his helm against you. Aware of you reaching for the other two with a hand, the other arm cradling their youngling. “You know our kid is going to be really fragged up looking, right?” Misfire asks and Crankcase starts laughing with a ‘Frag, you can’t say that.’ Pressing his mouth against your forehead when you scowl at him. “Don’t worry. Anyone makes fun of our youngling, Spinister can stomp them,” Misfire adds solemnly as you sigh and the sparkling warbles, little legs kicking.

[manytoonepoet]

(Aaa you don't have to (well... that's a given) respond to this at all, not expecting it, just wanted to share the same sentiment because your post reminded me of it) (Plus this is vv long it's a rant srry. If you do respond though (only an if) I recommend screenshotting so you can turn it into your own post and crop it so it doesn't take so much space)

Honestly, before 3.3 I was kind of sick of people saying "stop making everything about shipping/sexualities" because I assumed it was mainly just people getting salty that they're dealing with a inevitable fandom thing which was shipping/fandom and not staying in their own lanes (besides the obvious obnoxious exceptions).

And then when 3.3 leaks came out, Aglaea and Cipher turned out to have this really tragic and poignant history together, and me & other ppl were shipping it.... until it turned out Aglaea had know Cipher when the latter was a child & Aglaea was an adult + Aglaea raised her = they were a adopted mother daughter dynamic. I felt kind of embarrassed but after quickly moving on, giggling at myself, and examining it closer, I fell in love with their mother daughter relationship and how it was handled in 3.3. I can't even talk about it because then i'll start rambling lol. But then other ppl who assumed this would finally "be the proof" Hoyo was going back to their "yuri roots" (esp when Cerces and Mnestia are RIGHT THERE if you want that) and that Aglaea would finally be "confirmed lesbian" (not even gonna get into that) got angry and denied it to the point where they were looking at their interactions and lines such as "Your weave shop... I wish..... I could chance upon it again, just once.... Say something... Anything.... please" (Cipher was saying this to Aglaea in her final moments) as proof they were actually lovers and that no child would say that to their parent??? Especially when that's where Cipher AS A VISIBLE CHILD (there was a cutscene) met Aglaea who was A VISIBLE ADULT. And then they tried to excuse it by saying "oh there's a 1000 year time leap so it doesn't matter now" when they kept that dynamic since then and that's why Cipher calls back to that moment in the first place, she wants her mom. This wasn't one instance, the post had thousands of likes and many ppl share this sentiment (thankfully many called them out too).

Like.... have you people EVER had significant feelings for others that extended past romantic? Have you ever considered that to be possible? The concept has always been so foreign to me. Family, romantic, friendship, all have such importance that I could never try to scale them against each other. But these people seem like the first thing they do when they judge a relationship is to fit it into one of these categories depending on the weight.

I also find it so funny (in an ironic sense) that people use romance to simplify characters down to such stereotypical traits when instead it should add depth to them. Figuring out how their qualities work together, how they change as people, what parts of them stay the same, when other parts don't, and how they will stay in a relationship if they can at all. There's so much to uncover about characters if you put them in a situation, any tbh, so how this can turn into complete character flanderization is... kind of startling to me? (Speaking as a diehard ratiorine fan.... dude it's so bad)

And now that i've been looking, there are so many cases of shippers (wlm, wlw, mlm, doesn't matter, and my goodness all are completely obnoxious in their own circles and to each other) going into comment sections of nonshippers and spamming their own headcanons, or if someone calls them "besties" in their video (if they're unconfirmed) they'll be in the comments like "and they were roommates" and "history said they were best friends".

I was going to put a whole nother thing in about interpretation but this is already really long sooo. Yea. I just wanted to quickly share my thoughts because wow fandom can suck but i'm glad there's people like you who can call it out when it does

Oh, don't worry about the long rant, Anon, I don't mind reading it all.

Anywayss, to start, yes, I am aware of the annoyance I was causing to some people in this fandom, and for a while, even I doubted whether or not I wanted to be so "bothersome" instead of "staying in my own lane" as you said, which for me, is continue writing poems and musings. But after being bombarded with so many posts about Aventurine and Veritas being gae gae, and so many pornographic fan arts being labeled as masterpieces by the fandom, I decided to break my silence and thought "If these people can be so loud and proud promoting something so disgusting and wrong, then why can't I be just as loud and proud but promoting the truth instead?" — this was the only thing keeping me going, really. This, and the many people I've encountered agreeing with my posts and saying that I've expressed the very feelings they've wanted to express, but don't know how. And that makes me very happy. I may not be able to appeal to most, but I am content with whatever I can achieve.

For Cipher and Aglaea, I can't comment much since I have yet to go through 3.3, but I will say that, based on what you've given me, I'm not surprised. Shippers will say and do anything to everything just to "prove" their ship when there really isn't much proof at all. And while I understand the appeal of shipping (truly, I do, I've spent the majority of my childhood shipping Elsa and Jack Frost, Skye and Chase, and Sonic and Amy), sometimes all shippers do instead of just enjoying and having fun with the ship, as they claim to do, they instead shove their headcannons into everyone's throats and drag people into ship wars and make them choose, and proceed to attack them once that said person they've dragged into this mess disagree with what they want.

And also, that is the thing with some of these shippers, where they claim that Character A can't say this to Character B in a platonic manner when it obviously can? Cipher can say all those things to Aglaea as a child would say all those things to her mother, just as much as Phainon would say "It's a date, Mydeimos" to Mydei as an army veteran would say to his brother in arms after promising to meet each other again, alive, after the war. That is the beauty of HSR's writing; it's full of nuance and depth that a writer could only dream of making!

Character A can have significant feelings for Character B that aren't romantic. Character A can have significant feelings for Character B without necessarily wanting to marry and bed them. It's possible, all of it is possible because having these significant feelings for another person is natural and human! That's why we can have friends and lovers, and families at the same time! And they're all important. Very important.

For Cerces and Mnestia, I wouldn't necessarily call them "confirmed lesbians" or as Hoyo going back to their "yuri roots" mainly because I believe that Titans, much like Aeons, are not confined to the concrete or physical, but rather, they represent divine and abstract concepts, and the people following those concepts. And also because of the fact that, in Chinese culture, according to what I've read, they have a specialized term to refer to the divine beings they worship.

And well, I don't believe anyone in HSR is gay, nor should they only be known for their sexuality, and the reason why I think "queerness" apparently happens within stories is a mix of fan-service and self-projection. It's no secret that Hoyo knows their audience well and does things that satisfy their pre-existing fandom and appeal to potential customers simultaneously, and with the growing popularity of that community, I'm not surprised that Hoyo would join in and drop "hints" and "teases" in their own game as well. Personally, it really is just a marketing strategy to keep as many people as satisfied and attracted to their game as possible without triggering the censorship. And to be quite honest? I don't necessarily blame them for wanting to appeal to a bigger audience; the character trailers alone must've cost them a fortune to make, so of course they're going to find ways to earn back the money that they've spent.

I understand that my stance might be controversial and wouldn't be accepted well by many people, so I will leave it at that. However, if there are some of you who are interested in discussing more of this with me, please go to either my Inbox or message me personally and let us engage in a healthy debate — we are talking about differences in opinions, not personally attacking each other and I would like to keep it at that.

But anywayss, if you truly want to talk about interpretation, then don't hesitate to send me another ask in my inbox. This was a fun read, and I would love to hear more from you, all of you, actually.

I find enjoyment in hearing other people's thoughts and opinions and engaging in a healthy debate with them. But what truly makes me happy is, as I've said above is when I, apparently, express other people's thoughts in ways that they can't. An example would be what you said about me being able to call a fandom out when needed, Anon, and that is an honour for me, and I hope to create more of these analyses that will hopefully resonate and bring light to the unspoken thoughts of the people within my circle, in real life or online.

[redd-blushing-roses]

Sticking Together

word count: 4.1k

pairing: (post-winter soldier)Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: laying low and hiding from HYDRA after the events of SHIELD's fall, you're attacked in the dead of night. although they are not your only visitors that night, and Bucky comes to save you.

warnings: some blood, violence and suggestive abuse under the cut.

notes: helloo. this is the first time I've ever posted my writing. if you have any comments/criticism pls share, I'd love to hear them! honestly loved writing this, although the ending could have used some more work. looking forward to writing for Bucky some more, especially with thunderbolts hype still being so fresh and the new Avengers movie in the future! (also if the spacing on this is hideous, I'm still trying to figure out how to configure it lol. sorry in advance)

enjoy reading :)

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The sound of the electric heater blasting echoed down the relatively quiet hall of the cramped apartment. From above the movement of the neighbors echoed down, the creaking sigh of a bed and footsteps falling between rooms. 

You sigh, rubbing the palm of your hand against your tired eyes. If nightmares didn’t keep you awake at three am, the neighbors surely found a way to. You lay there in bed, toes wiggling against your soft fuzzy socks, knees sliding against the thick cotton blanket doing little to shield you from the cold. As hard as the heater tried to work, humming loudly with its effort, it did little to combat the freezing temperature of New York’s winter. 

Twisting to reach your phone, you scroll through the latest news, giving up trying to get yourself back to sleep. Lots of stock market talk, political arguments and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip. Oh- 

A smile finds its way on your face as you click on the next headline you read.

Natasha Romonoff Sticks it to the Man in Latest SHIELD Hearing. 

You can’t help but laugh out loud reading the article.

Most of it was just admiring the outfit she had worn to the hearing, complimenting the former assassin’s killer sense of diplomatic style. If only they knew you had spent most of an afternoon helping her pick out the overly formal dress. 

It was one of the last times you had been out and about; an excuse to get you out of the cramped apartment Natasha had graciously allowed you to stake your hideout in. 

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Natasha understood. 

You both were reaping the consequences of your pasts.

When everything went down in Washington, Captain America destroying the Helicarrier ships, Natasha releasing SHIELD files exposing HYDRA’s infiltration, all eyes were now on you: SHIELD's second best spy. And HYDRA’s as well. 

Your life had been spent working under SHIELD, tasking you with spying on foreign scientists and diplomatic events. You’d spent your life learning to become invisible, to blend in, to observe and remember.

Years of playing the double agent, working alongside Black Widow, then Captain America; taking down mercenaries and pirates, just to take the long elevator ride down to SHIELD’s basement and make your report to the STRIKE team’s head-

You hadn’t wanted it that way, hadn’t intended to walk into Pierce’s office (before you knew what a monster he was- and oh, you learned), Fury’s debrief clutched in your hand and see him.

Silently sitting in the corner. Clouded blue eyes hidden beneath dark hair. Metal arm gleaming-

It was in your better interest to just… disappear. Avoid the government agents who watched you like a hawk, questioning where your loyalties lied, and avoid the HYDRA members who wanted their test project back. 

Natasha understood.

She always had. You had never had a best friend like her, someone you could kick butt with and shoot targets with; watch cheesy romcoms with and talk about which Avenger was more of a nerd over coffee. 

She was like a sister to you.

You found yourself constantly surprised by how protective she was over you (although you were one to talk, you’d taken a bullet for her). Even now, she was loaning her apartment to you, helping you hide out while she was away on her Avengers missions.

Natasha had awoken in the dead of night to a loud banging on her door, finding you unconscious and alone on her doorstep, bleeding out from a gaping wound in your thigh.

“Oh my-” 

You barely remembered the hospital, just the stream of questions she had thrown your way. 

“You really don’t remember what happened? I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would tear through muscle and artery with a malfunctioning rifle.”

Of course it wasn’t your rifle that had gone off. But how were you going to tell her you had run through the snow, screaming out a name you’d come to know as home, a HYDRA agent behind you, throwing you to the ground and twisting a knife through your thigh, red hot blood spurting across the white forest.

“I don’t know what to tell you Nat. I was startled and the gun went off. My leg just happened to be its unfortunate victim.”

“There wasn’t even a bullet!”

“Call it a favor from God.”

“Well, do you at least remember who brought you to my door?”

“I-” 

You’d barely been conscious, strong arms wrapped around you, the painful jostling from being carried and run with. The quiet deep whispers in your ear.

It was going to be okay. He was sorry. He shouldn’t have let you stay-

Of course you knew who had left you on the door, bleeding, praying Natasha would save you.

But how were you going to tell her you had been saved by HYDRA’s Winter Soldier? 

Or that you’d spent the past six months on the run with him.

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You sat up in bed, phone lazily thrown onto the mattress, your blanket wrapped around your body like a hooded jacket and made your way into the kitchen.

Cold nights like this reminded you of that snowy night. And those memories always required tea. And a good helping of coffee cake.

You had found the  Winter Soldier- Bucky- in HYDRA’s safe house. Waiting. Lost. 

Reluctantly you took him in, helping him piece himself back together, finding yourself growing more and more attached to him. He had told you it was time to part ways, he needed to do things on his own. Bucky had argued the longer you were together, the more danger he put you in. 

“James, you’re a super soldier. I’m a spy. We protect each other. We’re sticking together.”

But Bucky was proven right.

You missed him. As much as you had enjoyed spending time with Natasha again, you missed the quiet routine Bucky had adopted:

Find a quiet and empty house. 

Market days were Saturday, and you got your supplies and hid. Most of the time during the week was spent helping him jot down his memories, recording them with patience as you sat on the floor together drinking tea and coffee.

Once the supplies ran out, it was time to move on. Find a new hide out and restart.

You had given Bucky a burner phone, told him it was a way for the both of you to keep in contact in case one of you got in a pickle. He had forced you to watch as he threw it away. 

You still hadn’t erased the number from your own phone.

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The kettle whistled from the stove and pulled you from your thoughts. The wooden chair scraped against the tiled floor of the kitchen, the trickling sound of boiling water pouring into a glass mug filled the empty kitchen, the quiet slice of a butter knife against the almost bare cake pan following. 

You didn’t bother turning on the light. Already, the warmth of the tea and cake was pulling you back to the comfort of sleep, your eyelids drooping. 

You ate in the silence of the night. Alone. 

You really did miss Bucky. Even though he didn’t say much, you didn’t mind. During nights when he’d have terrible fits of nightmares you’d sit together in the kitchen, sharing similar confections to the one you prepared for yourself. It was quiet, but you didn’t need words. 

You were in it together.

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There was a sound from outside. To any other person, it could be mistaken for the sound of one of the night's many nocturnal animals sneaking into the building. A racoon. A rat. One of the neighbor's ragged looking cats.

But to your trained and sensitive ears, the distinction between animal and man was plain. 

There was someone outside your apartment. 

The blanket around your shoulders was quickly discarded, the heavy cloud of sleep vanishing. You crack open the lower kitchen cabinet door quietly, a heavy metal pan now in your hand. 

Your eyes dart from shadow to shadow as you listen for the sounds outside- another shuffle, and voices.

Someones. 

Still crouched, you crept over to the front door, slowly standing to reach the eyehole. Carefully you peak outside, the carpeted hallway dimly lit, the lamp broken above the door. 

Three men in tactical gear stood, guns carefully concealed at their thighs and on their backs. One of the men turned sideways, the red symbol which churned your stomach on full display. 

HYDRA.

One of the men glanced at the door’s eyehole, a wicked grin cracking on his face. You quickly crouch down again, heart racing as you push your back against the door.

“Ah come on darling, don’t hide. We know you’re in there.” The voice was deep, muffled behind the door. 

How had they found you?

You were careful. Not going out into public spaces alone. Only carrying a burner phone which you changed out every few weeks. 

Your phone. It was in the bedroom. Along with your gun. 

You cursed.

“We’d love to sit out here all night, but we have a job to do. You can either come with us and do things the easy way, or, we can go in and do things the hard way,” the voice came again.

As good of a hideout as Nat’s apartment was, it sure had a terrible escape layout. 

You could take them on with your frying pan. But even standing, you felt the tight pull of your leg muscle, the stitches in your leg still healing under the bandage hidden by your cotton pants.

There was only one option. To run for the bedroom and lock yourself inside. Make a phone call to Steve or Sam, both of whom lived at Avengers tower and who were currently still in the city, and ask them to get you out of there. Slowly, you left the back of the door, creeping through the living room and kitchen.

Another muffled voice sounded from behind the door. One which made your stomach churn.

“We never really had any options, fellas. She always liked to play hard to get.” 

Rumlow. The man who had been tasked to watch over you in SHIELD. To keep you in check and be HYDRA’s little pet.

The all too familiar fear kept you paralyzed in your spot between the living room and bedroom. “Come on,” you try and encourage yourself. Just a few more feet and you would be safe. 

You could hear the lock being tampered with, the men talking once more as they pushed against the door, chain lock rattling. You took a step. And then another. 

There was a shadow by the window, large and bulky, silhouetted against the dim lights of the fire escape. You froze. 

There was a loud sound from the door.

You didn’t even have time to react. You were down on the floor, the front door busted into, and Rumlow tackling you. 

He stifled the scream you held in your throat, elbow coming down to your side with a loud thump. The pan in your hands is not forgotten and despite the pain you swing at Rumlow. 

The pan hits with a sickening crunch, landing on his temple and knocking him away from you. You scramble towards the bed, yelling as two of the men grab you, one securing your kicking legs and the other painfully tugging at your arms. 

You flail between them and manage to escape the one holding your arms, falling against the other and knocking him down. You take the pan, hitting his head with another loud thud. He’s knocked out cold. The metal appliance is ripped from your hands and brought down on your back. 

You cry out, pain radiating from your shoulders. You don’t let this deter you though, you can’t. You’ve seen what HYDRA does to the women who disobey. 

You turn on your heel, and in a swift motion pull the cheap, thin rug out from under the man, causing him to fall with a thud. The pan is in your hands again and you hit him in the jaw. He goes down.

You pant, gasping for breath and ignoring the painful stitch already in your side. You brush your tangled hair out of your face, now red and sweaty despite the cold. The bedroom is just an arms length away and you move towards it.

A hand claws at your leg, pulling you back. Your chin smacks into the floor, the impact bruising your jaw and pinching your shoulder. Fingers dig into your thigh, and you cry out as you feel a few stitches popping.

Hands claw up your body, rough and slick with the blood now seeping out from your thigh. You turn and kick, clenching your teeth at the feeling of your foot coming into contact with the man’s jaw. 

His hands fall away and you grab the pan again, hitting him again in the temple. His eyes roll into the back of his head, hands falling limp. 

You hit him twice more before scrambling into the room and throwing yourself on the bed, tears beginning to fall from your face as you grab your phone.

There’s barely enough time before a hand comes down on your head, fingers roughly pulling your hair. “Did you miss me?”

Rumblow throws you back from the bed, your hands flying, ripping the window’s curtain as you go down. Your fingers had barely typed in the phone’s password, hardly scrolled through the contacts and hit the call button blindly before you were on the floor, the wind knocked out of you. Rumlow sits over you, his bulky body crushing your torso as he leans down.

“You’re lucky I always like a challenge doll.” 

This was it. He would take what he could, bind and gag you after he’d had his fun and then you’d disappear. Although this time, it would be back to the cold and dark world HYDRA liked to call home. Your ears pick up the distant sound of a phone ringing. What?? 

There’s the sound of glass shattering, and wood creaking. Rumlow turns and is knocked off you, his body flying from the impact, the sound of metal against bone still ringing. You squint through the pain, your thigh throbbing, blood still spilling in a steady stream, various parts of your body aching with the promise of dark bruises.

Between the darkness and tears you finally recognize him. Metal arm glinting in the moonlight, anger written across his stone cold face.

Bucky picks up Rumlow from his vest, butting his head into the HYDRA agent’s scarred face. Blood spurts from Rumlows nose, a pained sneer marking his face.

“Don’t call her doll.” Bucky’s voice is dark, and you know that right now, it’s not Bucky who has graced you with his presence. It’s the Winter Soldier. 

Ignoring the man's flailing punches, Bucky throws Rumlow through the already broken window. Rumlow’s body hits the fire escape and he tumbles down. Bucky makes quick work of the other three men who groan, standing back up in the apartment.

You crawl away into the bedroom, your leg twitching painfully all the way. 

Your phone is still open, and when you hit End Call, the ringing stops. It’s now just the sound of Bucky smashing the agents into the floor, their screams silenced before they can even be released. 

The ringing had stopped. You look at Bucky, his leg thrown high to kick back an agent, his body flying into the kitchen table, splitting its wooden top in half. 

In your blind panic, you had dialed  the phone you had given him, its number still saved in your phone. 

The one he had thrown away.

You watch him, blood spattering against the fridge as Bucky’s metal arm crushes the last man’s head into the appliance. There was a sickening crunch of bone and steel as he tossed the man aside, the fridge door busted open, the light inside flickering. 

Natasha was so not getting her safety deposit back.

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You grab your gun, grunting with the effort of pulling yourself off the floor and move to the window. You peer down the fire escape, eyes searching for any sign of Rumlow.

You spot him, his eyes glowing in the dark with anger. You move to shoot, but a hand reaches out, stopping you from pulling the trigger. You flinch, eyes closing as you expect pain to follow. But it never comes. 

You crack your eyes open, blearily looking up to Bucky as he still holds your hand, his grip gentle around your fingers. 

“He’s too far,” he gives you a look, serious and concerned. “It’s not worth it.” 

You loosen your grip on the gun, allowing him to take it from you. 

You both stand there a moment, eyes locked, and for a second you think you see something familial flash in his eyes. Between the lines of the seriousness of his cold soldier persona and the concern of the kind lost man, you thought you saw something more. 

A flash of pained compassion, of hurt and guilt. His hand comes up, as if to wipe away the tears from your face, but he hesitates and drops his hand by his side again. The look was gone before you could fully register what you had seen and Bucky was already moving away from you. 

He hands you back the gun by its hilt, moving toward the closet of the bedroom, rifling through its contents. 

It finally hits you: Bucky is here. At Natasha’s apartment again. After four long months of separation, he was there.

“You came back.” Your voice was shaky, your chest heaving, adrenaline still coursing through your body. “I thought you said-”

“I know. I needed space. And I did” He pulls out a duffle bag, throwing it onto the bed, and begins pulling out clothes from the closet. “These are yours?”

“No, some are Nats. Why are you packing me?”

“You can’t stay here. HYDRA knows you’re here. When Rumlow turns up empty handed they’ll double down looking for you. Especially since they know I was here. ”

“So I have to leave.” “We have to leave.” We.

“It’s better if we part ways. Staying together is just an invitation for danger.”

You shuffle towards him, staying off your injured leg and pull your clothes from the closet. Simple basics you had carried the first time you ran away with him. Jeans, plain shirts, undergarments. 

“And you suddenly changed your mind now?” Bucky was silent, taking the folded clothes from your hand and placing them in the bag. He didn’t look at you.

“Why are you in New York? And why did you lie to me about the phone?” He closes his eyes, taking a breath. 

“I thought it was better to part ways, thought it would keep HYDRA off our tails. I stayed hidden pretty well; knew most of the tricks to avoiding their spies. I found an agent hiding outside of my camp not long ago. He had intel on you. Knew you were here.”

“And so you came back. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t exactly show up knocking and drop that bomb with Natasha here.” He looks away from you again. “Besides I didn’t know if you would want to see me. After that night…” 

Bucky shakes himself out of a trance, not allowing himself to zone out and moves towards your bathroom, the light turning on behind him with a thrumming buzz.

“So what, you just camped out spying on me?” “Something like that,” his voice was  muffled in the room. 

You wince as you move to the closet, pulling off your thin nightshirt and throwing on a more practical long sleeve thermal. 

How much of your sad private life had Bucky seen? Sleepless nights, long afternoons of reading books, sparring practice. Had he listened in on your conversations with Natasha? Had he watched over you as you slept?

Now that you think about it, you had seen a shadow pass by the window every so often. You’d simply cracked it up to the neighbors using the escape rather than the stairs on account of the broken elevator. But it had been Bucky, watching over you. 

Your heart pulled, and you tried your best not to think about what it meant.

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Bucky entered the room again, your toiletries in his arms, safely enclosed in the floral patterned bag you had bought the first time you’d taken him out after a long stint of hiding. He paused, watching as you peeled the blood soaked pajama pants from your legs. 

He cursed quietly, throwing the toiletries and a few other accessories in the bag and zipping it up.

You wince. “I have to redo the stitches. I’m going to bleed out again.” Bucky shook his head, peeling off his own bag quickly, head swiveling from the window to the door observing. 

“We don’t have time. The longer we’re here, the more we’re at risk of being caught.”

He pulled out a long strip of gauze from a medical supply bag, his fingers working quickly to remove the soaked bandages of your thigh and replace them with a fresh and tighter bind. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to run. I can hardly walk as it is.” 

Bucky tied off the gauze, ripping the strip with his teeth. He stood, placing both your small duffel and his bag onto your back, sliding the straps over your arms and across your chest.

“I’ll carry you then,” he says with a small smile, a teasing glint in his blue eyes.

Bucky helped you put on a new pair of jeans, his eyes never leaving your face and never moving lower than your waist. Despite the violent life he had lived the past decades, he had still remained a gentleman at heart.

He helps you sit, pulling socks onto your feet and tying the laces of your hiking boots with nimble fingers.

“Bucky…” you began. He looks up to you, leaning in to listen, his body between your legs. You both were so close and it made your pulse hammer harder. You lick your lips. “Why did you keep the phone?”

He swallows, wiping his metal hand across the top of his lip.

“I thought about what you said. About being stronger together. After that night,” he pauses. That same look of pain flashes across his eyes. “After that night, when you almost died because of me, I went back for the phone. You were right.”

“But you never called.” “I just wanted to have it. To find you in case you were in danger.” 

“But you said it’s more dangerous to be together-”

“It is. But I couldn’t leave your safety up to chance.” 

“Hey, I’m a very skilled spy. And I’m friends with the Avengers.” He shook his head, pulling you off the bed gently. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it, his eyes clouding over. It’s the look he gets when he remembers something, something important. 

“James?”

The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory and he shakes his head. Bucky reaches over to his pack, pulling out the small black phone you had given him. He holds out his hand, waiting for you to give him something. You realize what he wants and you pull out your own phone, placing it in the palm of his hand. 

You let out a quiet gasp as he crushes both of them in his metal hand, the phone crumbling into bits, the sounds of sparks signifying their death. 

“But how will we-” you start but he cuts you off.

“We’re sticking together.” 

You smile. And before you have time to overthink, you lean closer, kissing the scruff of his cheek lightly. Your heart is hammering as you pull back, and for a second you’re worried you crossed the line. 

Bucky blinks, obviously shocked by your response. You frown, unnerved by his silence. But your worries are soon swept away as you notice the tinge of pink crawling up his cheeks and his ears. He clears his throat, hand gently patting your leg, his fingers lingering a moment too long. 

“We should go,” you whisper, saving him from fumbling a response. He may have been a flirt back in the day from what you read in the museum, but you knew affection had been lost on him for the past decades. But you were patient. You could wait.

He turns, squatting and helps you onto his back, his hands tight around your thighs, keeping you close to him. Your arms keep you steady on his back, gripping his chest.

He steps over the unconscious bodies of the HYDRA agents and you leave Natasha’s apartment, slipping away into the night. Together.

[zaddizu]

𝓣O CROSS THE 𝓢EAS . . .

i’m an adventurer. one who’s never really had a set out plan for my life, instead taking on the seas and seeing where the stream takes me. now i’ve settled down with the strawhats, but where was i before this?

well, i was never any specific place. i went wherever my trashy, borderline wreck of a boat took me. sometimes, it was the middle of the ocean. although most the time it was to new people.

𝓣HE BARATIE

ah, where it all started. my first pirate crew. well, it was a restaurant, but a boat restaurant that wasn’t fully legal. this is also where i met sanji, the infamous, annoying chef he is. i ran away from home, not in a “my family is horrible” way but more of a “fuck this i’m not going anywhere staying here” way. i found a job as a waitress here and was paid by having a roof over my head.

after me and sanji peacefully broke apart, i continued on my journey. i traveled a bit before finding the heart pirates.

𝓣HE HEART 𝓟IRATES

my travels this them was briefly mentioned in another post, although here’s another run down. i travelled with these guys for a little while, maybe nearly a year after i left the baratie. i wasn’t permanent or anything — more like a freelancer who occasionally gave their share with their awesomeness (money and helping in battle)

anyways, i had my fun. left a little while after dating their captain.

𝓟ORTGAS D ACE

everything really does come full circle huh? me and ace travelled together for a week and i’d say we’re close friends. the story is that we got lost on a particularly large island together, him separated from his crew and me separated from my precious (run down) boat.

once he reunited with his crew i scurried off, half because white beard scared the shit out of me. although he’ll always have my number if he needs me.

𝓢OLO TR𝓐VEL

this is what it was like most the time: me alone, on a ship, going to every country i came across. it sounds more depressing than it was, i met tons of people doing it.

it was on and off, but i’d say i did this for a year or two before joining the strawhats.

sorry for the late post school is getting to me ꒰ᐢ´ඉᯅඉᐢ꒱

[blue-misery]

Wrote my first Hank/Connor fic! Part one is live and I’ll be releasing a chapter every Friday! It takes place right after the revolution. Connor is having trouble fitting in with the other androids. He takes off on his own. There is a crucial miscalculation. It's December in Michigan.

Read it on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49626865

[kakushusband]

Had to make smth today <3 drawing Kaku's pic made me so flustered i was sweating with the ac on and I am not kidding. Also hi, Champagne reveal!

[smengart]

I cannot believe I have to write a post about this in regards to my Utena art, but an account on here called @/familyromantic just reblogged fanart I made of Miki and Kozue as ship art, and they are specifically a blog dedicated to incestuous ships and proshipping.

Of ALL of the art you could reblog of this topic, you choose to reblog non-ship art I made of two CHILDREN who have a deeply troubled and traumatizing relationship with incest in the context of their story, and tag my art as a ship on your blog.

Just to say this explicitly - any proshippers/incest shippers/sexual assault romanticizers/whatever: DO NOT REBLOG MY ART. Especially do not reblog my Utena art. I have already blocked this account so hopefully they won't be able to reblog any more of my Utena pieces, but I felt the need to make this post to establish firmly how I feel about this subject matter. Utena is a very triggering show that includes these topics, and that is unavoidable - what I won't tolerate is anyone who romanticizes and sexualizes these topics to engage with my fanart of the series.

[frogshipping]

Part of me really wants to join a self ship server to start making some friends. But there's 2 reasons why I never will:

1) I never know how active a server is gonna be. I don't want to join a dead/quiet one because then that defeats the point of joining

And 2) [the very main reason] Servers like these tend to have a lot of drama going on in them. And I am not willing to touch that shit with a 50ft pole. Even if there isn't any current drama, it's almost guaranteed down the line that there will be. Especially with something like self shipping as the main topic, which tends to be such a personal thing.

[staff]

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[epickiya722]

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[trainer-from-unova]

a second

Ⓢ english ao3 Ⓢ spanish ao3 Ⓢ masterlist Ⓢ

ship: the void x afab!reader (x robert reynolds)

summary: void started feeling something about you, and when he discovered that bob was your boyfriend he felt frustrated. wanting to live what he lived every day he convinced you that kissing him or having sex with him wasn't being unfaithful since they both share the same body.

au: bob and void are a system

c/w: post-canon, feelings realization and denial, love confession if you squint but void's very bad at feelings, background relationship with bob, implied cheating but I'm not sure about that, teasing, noncon/dubcon rough kissing, consensual rough sex, piv sex, masturbation, fingerfucking, biting, multiple orgasm, no protection

a/n: this starts like my drabble "muscle memory" but obviously it's longer, more spicy and ends very different / english isn't my first language / edited version after watching the movie: Ⓢ

word count: 3622

Everything can change in a second, including him. As a system, one personality may not remember the experiences of the other, but the muscle memory remained. On the few occasions that Void was present he couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, prick up his ears when he heard her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand. To make matters worse she was often in his mind, and he didn't know if they were memories that weren't his own or if it was his imagination, which, for some reason, designed all sorts of scenarios with her. Those were things, or rather according to him, distractions that got on his nerves. He wanted to believe that it was more Bob's fault than his, so when he had the chance, on one of the occasions when he had control of his body, he went to ______ to question her.

When the young woman opened the door to her bedroom after hearing a knock on it, she smiled when she saw who it was, although when she saw his serious expression, it was quickly erased.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'm Void," he informed her just in case, and she nodded, "Can I have a word?"

"Yeah, come in," she said stepping aside to let him in. As she closed the door behind him he looked around her bedroom, and noticed a cork mural on one of the walls, which had pictures with several of the so-called "Thunderbolts" and other friends, but mostly with Bob, with both of them grinning from ear to ear or pouting; selfies taken by them or full body shots taken by others, in different locations and wearing clothes from different climates. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him turn to look at her, who was approaching him slowly, at the same pace as he was.

"I see flashes... of you, in all situations," and if the young woman was already confused and interested in his presence in the body and in her bedroom, with that sentence the confusion and interest increased. "I don't know if they are memories of Bob or if it's my imagination playing tricks on me. I want to know if what I feel is mine or his."

"...What do you feel?" she asked intrigued, leaning closer to him.

"Weakness," he answered quickly and without any hesitation, very sure of himself as usual. She looked at him in surprise and confusion, though she tried to be discreet and didn't realise that her breathing was hitching with nerves; Void already make her nervous, not because she was particularly afraid of him but for Bob's mental well-being, and this strange conversation wasn't helping. "I feel... a certain favouritism towards you, which distracts me when it shouldn't. Has he said anything to you about it?"

"Um- yeah, well," she said with a shy smile. "We've been dating for a while."

"...Oh."

He understood everything now, including the pictures on the corkboard, but he didn't understand the frustration he felt inside him. He didn't understand what she saw in Bob because, although he hadn't met him (for obvious reasons), it was clear to him that he was better than him or anyone else in every way. It wasn't love, it couldn't be — that word had no meaning for him, and he didn't see himself capable of falling in love with a human, even if she wasn't very normal and ordinary. He could only make sense of what he felt and the fact that he found her physically attractive with one explication.

"I suppose Bob's love for me is contagious," she said trying to hide the smile that formed on her lips.

"What you call love is just a chemical reaction I feel since I have a human body, since I share a body with him," he said, not very pleased with that fact, but unable to stop his eyes from scanning her up and down, from her lips to her breasts as he felt his body heat up, and she realised, "It's just the instinct to preserve the species," and she simply rolled her eyes at such a scientific and unromantic response, but he saw the perfect opportunity to bring up one of the memories he had, and perhaps it would lead him to be able to create a similar one of his own. "Yeah, that's what I remember," he said smiling sideways as he stood dangerously close to her and her face — she didn't flinch, she was used to being so close to him, even if it was someone else, "you rolling your eyes, naked while screaming my name... God," he said almost in a whisper as he slowly approached her lips.

For a second she thought about letting him do what he intended to do, and for a second he almost succeeded — but she averted her gaze and ducked, subtly avoiding him. He froze, processing what had just happened since he wasn't expecting it, while the other one stepped back a little and realised something.

"Well, I think you're..." she sighed deeply and took a quick glance at his crotch, "having a chemical reaction to preserve the species inside your trousers," she said trying to sound as serious as possible, but at the same time the situation was so surreal that she couldn't help but want to laugh.

He lowered his gaze to look at his crotch, though he didn't really need to, because he could feel it, and it frustrated him. It also frustrated him that he felt that his hands and her hips, like their lips, were magnets, but that she didn't want to bring them together — not if it wasn't Bob, apparently.

"Just one kiss," he said trying not to sound too desperate or pathetic, let alone intimidating. "Please," he said approaching her again, taking her hands in his.

"Bob and I have never discussed whether having a relationship with you would count as infidelity..." she said worriedly as she subtly shook her head. And it wasn't that she didn't want to ask, as she was curious about the answer, but she never asked him, as Bob hated to remember the existence of Void.

"Of course it wouldn't be, we have the same body," he said with the same gesture, trying to convince her with his confidence and calm tone. "Besides, he doesn't have to know," he said as he moved closer to her face again, placing his dominant hand on her cheek and behind her neck to lift her face, "nor will he be able to," he said before finally merging their lips and wrapping his other hand around her waist.

She tensed as she felt his lips on hers, but was there anything she could do to resist? He was Void, he was stronger than her — but he had the same body as Bob and kissed just like him. She let him do it, and surprisingly, it felt as good as if he were her boyfriend, causing her to inadvertently put her hands on his shoulders. When they parted they looked at each other's lips and then into each other's eyes — he looked at her hungrily, and she looked at him confused by what she had felt, and uncertain whether to continue.

"I don't think we should," she said, "this is wrong."

"Then why did it feel so right? And why are you still in my arms?" he asked smiling sideways, mischievously. "I can offer something different as well as similar," he said stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She, still hesitant, remained silent and thoughtful as she averted her gaze. He looked at her eyes and then her lips, and from her lips to her eyes, again and again. When he grew impatient he approached her lips again, but this one pulled back again and looked him earnestly and steadily in the eyes at last.

"...Say it," she said unable to keep her eyes from wandering to his lips for a second, but quickly returned to his eyes. He pulled back a little as his smile faded. Now it was he who looked serious and thoughtful, and she knew he knew what she meant. "Why so serious?" she asked tilting her head and the smile forming on her lips, looking for their eyes to meet again and enjoying the fact that she was now the one teasing him. "It's just a shorter way of saying what you've said before," she said as he put his hand from her cheek to her waist.

"I just want to have sex with you," he said wearily.

"Three words, honey," she said as she shook her head, "Even if it's a lie, just say it and I'm yours for a while. This is a barter, it works like this."

"I love you," he said defeated.

"See?" she asked teasingly. "It wasn't that hard."

Wanting to silence her and feel her closer again he moved closer to merge their lips again, and this kiss was better than the last one for she was ready for it.

When they broke apart for lack of air he raised his hand in the direction of the door to bolt it shut like a jedi (or rather, sith), not wanting any interruptions from the others in the house.

The clothes were a nuisance he wanted to get rid of violently. He would have been able to tear the fabrics of her clothes with his bare hands had she not stepped forward and begun to undress. He was in the greatest hurry to undress, and his eyes again scanned her body from top to bottom. Quickly the clothes ended up on the floor, making a path to the bed.

"Look at you... So hungry for sex, so human," she said still with her tone and smirk, already lying on the bed as he climbed over her like a predator over its prey. He was looking at her like one, like a victorious hunter, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like being looked at in that way — Bob had never looked at her like that before.

"I'm going to prove to you that there's nothing human in me."

Part of her wanted to ask him why a "God" like him needed so badly to prove to a human like her that he was also a God in bed if he supposedly didn't love her and it was just a chemical reaction he wanted to soothe and satisfy, but she assumed correctly that he wouldn't like to be questioned on that score and let him do it.

He leaned over her, and she could feel his erect member brushing against her. Now he wanted to scan her with his sense of touch, so he touched and squeezed with his hands wherever he wanted to touch as she spread her legs and rested her hands on his shoulders.

His face hid in her neck, which he bit and sucked. Then Void's lips descended to her breasts, where he intended to do the same and more. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away as she felt one of his hands grasp one of them tightly as she felt his teeth bite and stretch the nipple of the other. He wanted to devour her and mark her. He wanted to leave something of his own in her, and hopefully the next time Bob got his hands on her he would realise it wasn't him that did it, making him feel more insecure, sad and angry and thus having an easy opportunity to have dominance over the body and repeat what he was doing again.

When he came back up to her face he kissed her again quickly and intensely, and she was about to discover another difference between him and Bob: he got straight to the point and Bob took his time. He was devouring her mouth with such a relentlessness that it seemed he was actually hungry, wanting to satisfy his appetite with a good piece of meat. Her hands slid from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, slipping the hollows of her fingers through his locks of long hair as he thrust his tongue inside her, eliciting subtle moans from both of them as their tongues made contact.

He wanted to indulge his most primal instincts once and for all, and at this point it was almost a physiological need, but he took pity on her and decided to touch her, to make her enjoy it more and prepare her for what was next. Also, deep down, he wanted to do what Bob was lucky enough to be able to do whenever he wanted.

He settled in on her right and she closed her eyes as Void's dominant hand began to slide too low, seeking her warmth and wetness. His index and middle fingers just stroked over her folds, marvelling for a few seconds at the wetness of anticipation as she felt his erect member against her right thigh and a teasing smile against her neck.

"You're so wet," he said in her ear as he caressed her.

"It's not personal," she said, not wanting it to go to his head. He couldn't help snorting through his nose — to be honest he liked her sense of humour.

Void slid his fingers up to the top of her vaginal lips to caress her clit with an almost unique energy and enthusiasm, without warning and making her moan and writhe instantly. Luckily for both of them the walls of the base were soundproof, and probably by muscle memory he knew exactly where to touch. And even as she tried to move her hips to seek even more stimulation (or maybe try to pull away because it was too much pleasure) his other hand clamped tighter on her, preventing her from being able to move any further. She was a mess who only knew how to moan and talk nonsense, but she really wanted to avoid giving him the satisfaction of hearing the word "God" from her lips, even if she didn't say it in reference to him — he was already getting too much satisfaction out of seeing her in this state because of him.

When she noticed him stop masturbating her there, just as she was on the verge of orgasm, she noticed him slide his fingers back into her vaginal lips, and his fingers made their way inside her as well without warning. She wrapped her arms around his head, moaning at the intrusion. He was merciful only at first, as he pushed them in. Then he began to move them in a steady rhythm, causing the wetness inside her to be heard. When her orgasm came he couldn't help but form a smile of mischievous pride.

Void tried to search inside his mind for any shred of patience or sanity he had left, but he found none of that inside him — he was only burning with the energy of a million suns. He withdrew his fingers to finally massage his member a little, preparing to finally enter — this time the way he really wanted to. As he positioned himself between her legs and almost without thinking (out of habit) she tried to bring her hand towards the member pointing at her like an arrow, but before she could even brush against it he filled the void inside her, ignoring any cordiality but fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She tried to stifle a great moan as she felt him fully inside her.

His gaze remained fixed on her face as he thrust his member in and out of her — his long, tousled hair falling across his forehead and eyes, his mouth letting out light moans and his breath hitching. Void's hands stayed on her hips, pulling her closer to him as he increased the intensity of his thrusts even more. Quickly the bed frame began to make its own sound, with a very faint metallic squeak and small knocks against the wall that grew louder as he leaned and settled over her. His hands went to her legs, forcing them behind his back, and she too went back to hugging his head and clutching at his hair.

"Say it," he said in his typical deep voice in her ear.

"God," she cried in his. That reminder of what he was was music to his ears, but more than a God he was an animal — a wild dog in heat.

Quickly her mind began to feel increasingly foggy, beginning to feel a great warmth inside her lower abdomen along with the wet sounds of their private parts colliding. She knew she was about to cum, and when she did, he, far from stopping, kept going. Deep down she was willing him not to stop — she begged him, not only with her eyes, but also in words mixed with whimpers. At that moment she was out of her mind, unable to think clearly.

Thanks to his supernatural strength he was able to have a lot of stamina, but the accelerated pace soon took its toll in the sense that he was about to cum too. He didn't want to, he wanted to hold on as long as he could inside her — her insides were still so tight, wet and warm that all he wanted to do was keep going and not stop for a second. He thrust deeper than he should have, stealing her breath for a second, and then he cum inside her, stopping short as he filled her and sighed deeply.

He pulled out and dropped down on top of her, but he didn't have a second to relax, as she pushed him off of her and moved to the side, seemingly annoyed. He knew it couldn't be because he had cum inside her, as he knew it didn't matter to her as there was no risk of getting pregnant.

"No aftercare?" he asked confused and slightly annoyed as he watched her reach over to the bedside table next to her, taking a half-empty packet of tissues between her fingers.

"Do you mind?" she asked now, annoyed and slightly confused as she got out of bed.

"I just told you that I love you!" he reminded her indignantly as he pointed with his arm to the spot where that had happened, where they were standing before, because he did want to do that — he wanted to relax and have her hold him after what they'd done, after what they'd been through.

"Didn't you just want to fuck?" She asked as she bent down and picked up his clothes from the floor to throw them on the bed, letting him know that she wanted him to get up and get out of there as soon as possible.

"I made you cum twice, you have my cum-" he said pointing to her crotch where it was starting to come out, and she grabbed a tissue from the small plastic packet to quickly wipe it off.

"Bob make me cum more and cums at the same time as me," she reported casually and without even looking at him as she threw the handkerchief into a small bin she had lying around.

Where was the passive girl from before, who begged him in every possible way not to leave her side? It seemed that now she was the one who had changed her personality, wasn't he the only system in that house? He didn't understand her — first she refused to kiss him, then she asked him to tell her he loved her, then they fucked, and finally this. Was this how unpredictable and unstable he and Bob were perceived?

"Didn't this mean anything to you?" he asked as he watched her hurry back and forth, picking up her old clothes and grabbing new ones from the wardrobe.

"Did it for you?" she asked stopping short to look at him seriously as she raised an eyebrow.

"...No," he replied, or rather, reminded himself as he got out of bed.

"Hurry up," she said annoyed pointing to the bedroom door with her head, indicating that she wanted him to leave as soon as possible, "and leave Bob alone," she added quickly, and even though she was the weaker of the two, it sounded like a threat.

She would admit that Void did well and had a good time humiliating him for acting like a human (or rather a dog in heat), including when he said "Please" when he asked her for a kiss, when he sort of confessed and when she coaxed the "I love you" that didn't really mean anything to her. Besides, she would never forget the hungry look in his eyes as he watched her, but if she agreed it was because he had the same body as her boyfriend — he kissed with the same lips and after a kiss she couldn't refuse to go on, going for more. But the one she loved was Bob, the shy and respectful boy who looked at her as if she was the Goddess there, who took all the time in the world to caress and kiss her between all kinds of compliments and "I love you"s that really moved her and she responded. And Void, although he didn't understand it, knew it. For a second he forgot that she wasn't really his. He may have felt favouritism for her, but she felt favouritism for Bob. He knew she wasn't lying when she said it wasn't personal. And unlike this one, he was truly alone.

© trainer-from-unova / alicent burton | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[essekknits]

It’s so interesting to me that Kingsley Tealeaf, unlike any of the previous people in charge of that body, does actually take interest in the past and those who came before him.

Molly used to run away from any mention of the person who had his body before hand. Nothing good ever came out of it, and every interaction with that past was intimidating and unpleasant to him. A reminder of the shaky foundation and loneliness his life started in. The only thing he knows, and needs to know, about that person, is that they died, and got buried in a lonely shallow grave from which he had to crawl, empty and alone.

Lucien, when he came back, didn’t want anything to do with Molly either. He didn’t care for “the speck”, he wanted nothing to do with the full life he lived, with the person he was. That person was nothing. There is only Lucien. Even as he yearned for the things Molly left behind, the warmth and love that the Nein had for this thing he saw as insignificant (yearning enough to consume, to try and pull them into himself and devour them to maybe feel their warmth), he never bothered trying to understand why. He didn’t have to crawl out of the grave probably, he had Cree to help him out, but he was still the man buried once before, not too far from this grave.

But Kingsley? Kingsley Tealeaf was born in the open, surrounded by people he barely recognised, but immediately showed him care and love. He was covered, warmed, held. Even when he found words again (with help and meddling from these people, who had been there for his entire life), even when he tells them “I am not the person you wanted”, they love him anyway. They don’t leave him. They tell him about the past, and he listens. This isn’t him, this person they’re describing with so much love, but… it’s not a stranger. Not an adversary. A brother. Someone he shares some things with, someone he can pay homage to, who came before him and paved some of the way. Who, in death, gave him the gift of a stable foundation, of people he can come back home to, who can tell him about what the world used to be for this body he’s in, and who the person who came before him was, when he’s ready.

And maybe sometimes they get sad. Maybe sometimes they look at him weird, like they are grieving. They are! They are grieving a friend they lost, but they’re not trying to force him to be that person. They help him find out who he is instead. And with that security, the knowledge that he can forge a future without expectation to repeat the past, he can look back and find out who these people who came before him were. Because when he’s confident he’s his own full person, these other people aren’t a risk to his identity, just a facet of the past he gets to explore.

He called his ship the Mollymauk. The vessel that carries him into the future named after the brother who in death left him the foundation of one.

[just-spacetrash]

<3

[sincerelyrki]

forbidden attraction

getting cheated on was never easy, but you wanna know what is? revenge. and as the infamous song says, if he’s cheating i’m doing him worse (aka fucking his four best friends).

pairing : enha!hyungline x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. double pen. oral (m+?f?). cum eating/sharing. unsafe sex. spanking. handjob. profanity. name calling. degration. profanity. a bit of begging. fivesome. no cheating bcuz i don’t fw that. jakehoon kissing once. not shipping the members!! it’s just for the plot. 18+.

wc : 3.8

a/n : a birthday gift to myself and everyone else born on september 2🫡 bonnes fêtes pote <3

tl : @vousty @ilololoveyou @moon0fthenight

Jay was appalled.

There were many things in life that confused him, but this? He’s never been as speechless as he was right now.

Whether that stemmed from his confusion on why one of his best friends would cheat on a girl like you or from your warm mouth wrapped oh so fucking deliciously around his cock- he wasn’t too sure.

But as much as he was appalled, he was thankful. so fucking thankful. it wasn’t every day that his best friend's ex-girlfriend came knocking on his door with nothing more than a poor excuse of a t-shirt and her slutty little miniskirts, not that he was complaining, but it was all too conflicting. 

Was he supposed to call Sungchan and tell him that his hot ex was at his door? He couldn’t imagine that going down too well with him, not after the next few words came spilling from your pretty lips- god your lips.

He almost wishes you never came over because he wasn’t sure how he could ever go back to being strangers with you, not after seeing the way you took him so perfectly down your throat. 

But as all good things come, they go. And it went with another knock on his door, one that barely sounded out before it was being swung open. 

Jay might’ve been the most unlucky lucky man to walk this earth. Lucky because he had you on your knees for him- unlucky because of the three other men who seemingly showed up out of nowhere.

“You started without us? I should’ve known a needy fucking slut wouldn’t have waited.” And by the faux pouting voice of Heeseung, Jay would’ve kept that narrative. It seemed that everyone except for himself had come to hear about this… event? Yep, he was definitely confused.

But as said before, he was so fucking thankful. But if he had known that opening the door to an enigmatic person like yourself, would he have left it closed?

No, no he wouldn’t have. Because if he had then 

he’d miss the singular hottest thing he’d ever seen- who knew watching his best friends fuck the girl he’s wanted for what feels like forever, could feel so fucking good? 

That’s definitely the one reason why he’s in this position right now, he’d refuse any other answer anyways. 

Jay’s head fell back with an abrupt moan, his head snapping back way too fast to be classified as safe. His legs shook from beneath you from the immense pleasure shooting across his entire midsection, his noises only grew louder the deeper he reached.

Your nails were scratching red lines across the man beneath you but through the combination of the hands grabbing against you and the cock you were being lowered on, you barely noticed. 

“Almost there, you’re doing so good.” Heeseung’s voice was no louder than a whisper when he breathed heavily in your ear, the actions going on under him getting to his head. His eyes were glued to the way you sucked his friend in perfectly, your walls moulding to the twitching man beneath you.

Heeseung was almost envious of Jay, he’d do anything to feel your tight cunt wrap around him instead. But he knew that his time would come- and that it’d feel almost a hundred times better. And so he continued to shush you from over your shoulder as his lips pressed small pecks against your open neck, his hands wrapped around your waist as he moved you against Jay. 

You fell apart in the two men’s embrace, the world fading into a haze as you fell into the feeling of getting used. It’s barely been a minute since you’ve been completely lowered on Jay yet you already felt completely fucked out.

Your sensitivity came in bursts of loud gaps and quiet moans, your legs unable to clench due to the tight holds of Jake and Sunghoon, one on each side. 

“Please, i-i need more…” Even in your current situation you couldn’t help but beg for more than you could take, the desire to be completely and utterly claimed by the four men surrounding you overtaking any conscious part of your brain. You wouldn’t be satisfied until you’ve had them all, and that’s exactly what you were going to do. 

“You need more or-?” Heeseung paused mid to push his teeth into your neck, his teeth pressing against you for a few seconds before pulling back. He glanced at the red spot once before he began lapping at it, his warm tongue providing comfort to the sore area. 

After soothing the spot he moved more confidently, his tongue pressing flat against your collarbone before licking a stripe up to your jawline. One of his hands left your waist to pull at your hair, the loudest gasp yet leaving your lips, “or do you just want it?” He pressed a final kiss against your ear before letting go of your hair. 

“Need, I need it.” Sunghoon looked up at Heeseung’s expected gaze before moving his eyes toward your face. His cock twitched in its confinements at your expression, his eyes following your tears streaks all the way down until your open mouth. 

He knew what Heeseung was asking of him, but he wanted something else. As much as he’d love to feel your lips wrapped around his dick, he’s been eyeing something much more… tasty. 

It came to a shock to both you and Jay once you felt something warm kitten licking at your entrance- well the spot where the two of you were connected in precisely. 

Both your eyes snapped down at the sudden sensation, it was safe to say that the sight didn’t disappoint. Sunghoon wasn’t shy in the way he was so evidently open to making the both of you feel as much pleasure as possible, his tongue pressing against the two of you as Jay slid out, Sunghoon’s tongue aiding him in pushing further in. 

It was nasty, but it tasted way too good for any of you to give a shit. Neither Sunghoon nor Jay seemed to care about the way Sunghoon’s tongue continuously licked along Jay’s cock. 

“I always knew that fucking bitch was fruity.” Jake tried to tease Sunghoon but not even he could stop his eyes from following the movements of Sunghoon’s ministrations. 

As much as the other two boys enjoyed watching the three of you, they were growing extremely impatient. 

Heeseung, being done with waiting around for his turn decided to force himself into the equation with an offer he knew you wouldn’t be able to refuse, “You wanna know what would feel even better?” 

He got his answer through the barely noticeable stutter of your growing noises. A smirk pushing its way onto his lips on its own accord. “Having both me and Jay inside of you, i’d make you feel so good.” 

He could feel your torso tense under his hold and so continued talking into your ears, his voice as compelling as a story told siren, “You wanted more, didn’t you? You’d feel so full, i’d be giving you everything you’ve ever longed for.” He made his point by pushing his palm against your lower stomach- right against the spot Jay’s cock was hitting inside of you. 

“He’s so big, right?” He cooed at you when you nodded your head, big tears staining your cheeks as his words fell through one ear and down to your needy cunt. “He’d feel so good against me, we’d stretch you out so good, make you feel things you’ve only ever dreamed about.”

Jay, having felt your tortuous clenches, was quick to get drawn to his high, his hips snapping up with a new vigor as he tried to chase his heavy weighted release. 

Heeseung noticed before you did, of course he did. He’d been watching the man since he’d first come through the door, it was only natural for his eyes to be watching his every reaction. 

“Or maybe we can have Jakey with me instead, hm? He’s not as long as Jay but he’s definitely thicker.” Liquid honey was practically pouring from Heeseung’s lips, the gold flowing across your skin until it reached its searing end along Jay’s thighs. 

“M’gonna fill you up, give you everything I have-” Jay was too far gone to realize what he was saying, but he meant every word. His hands replaced Heeseung’s after pushing the older man’s off, his hips pushing off the bed as he snapped into you as hard as possible. 

His head was empty but the thoughts still repeated out through his mouth, your seductive voice was the last thing he needed before completely filling you- “do it, fill me up.” 

Seeing Jay break beneath you was nothing compared to the feeling of him coming undone inside of you, and at this moment you couldn’t help but thank your ex. 

It was like a light switched inside of you, a newfound desire filling your entire body after seeing the way Sunghoon kept licking at the spot connecting you to Jay. His mouth was completely soaked with a combination of everything, the white ring along the bottom of Jays cock disappearing just as fast as it appeared. 

You grabbed Sunghoon’s hair, a shocked whimper leaving his mouth as you pulled him away. He was looking up at you so beautifully, the stars in his eyes and the wetness along his chin… he was irritably irresistible. and by the silence filling the room it seemed that everyone agreed.

“You just can’t get enough can you?” You used your own hand to nod his head at your question, his hair tight in your hold as you forced him to move at your will. You cooed at him before giving a small pout in response, your eyes still staring at his coated face. “You couldn’t help yourself, you just had to taste him didn’t you?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer, his mind too cloudy to comprehend anything being said. His eyes were barely open as he stared at you, his entire weight being pushed against Jay’s abdomen. 

His hands were pressed against the back of your thighs with his chest resting against jay, he was completely powerless. “How did he taste?” You knew he wouldn’t answer but you still asked with a slight hope that he’d give in, but as expected- he stayed silent. 

You repeat yourself louder this time as you tug his hair harsher against his scalp, he still remained silent as he allowed his head to move under your control. 

“He’s so dumb, he can’t even speak for himself.” Heeseung laughed against your neck before pushing his lips against your collarbones, yet his eyes remained on Sunghoon. 

You hummed in agreement before turning to Jake, your heart softening at the neglected boy across from you. “Poor puppy hasn’t gotten any attention yet here you are, a needy baby who can’t do anything but sit there in silence.” 

Jake visablly lightened up at your attention, his teeth slightly poking out from beneath his lips before he pushed closer to you, his head lightly knocking against yours whilst he nuzzled against you. 

You were still sitting on top of Jay’s sensitive cock, his cum still lodged in you. “Bad boy’s don’t deserve what I was going to give you.” Sunghoon finally came to his senses as he looked up at you in confusion, your eyes meeting for the second time tonight. 

“You were the closest to Sungchan, how could you do this to him?” You knew you weren’t the one to be talking, but you had more of a reason to betray him compared to Sunghoon. You got cheated on, but Sunghoon? You couldn’t think of a singular reason why he would turn his back on his childhood best friend just for a singular fuck.

“Why?” Sunghoon shook his head once before trying to respond but no words left his mouth, “what? Is your mouth suddenly dry?” Sunghoon shook his head in denial before snapping his lips closed and looking away once again, a heavy cloud of guilt replacing the dumb look in his eyes. 

“As I said earlier, bad boys don’t deserve it.” No one knew what the “it” that you were referring to was, not until you slowly pulled Jay from out of you, your fingers pushing against yourself as you tried to keep his release in. 

Still staring at Sunghoon’s avoidant figure you grabbed Jake’s wrist, your fingers wrapping around his hand as you pulled it down to replace your own. But before he could put his hand in place of yours, you stuck two fingers inside and scooped out as much of Jay’s cum you could while keeping some in. 

You used your hold on his hair to turn his head towards your hand, his mouth dropping open at the strings of cum connecting your two fingers. You pushed your fingers together before slowly pulling them apart knowing that all the boys were watching. 

“To think that this couldn’t been you…” Knowing that Sunghoon’s gaze was now following your fingers you rose it up to Jake’s mouth, your fingertips rubbing a bit of cum across his bottom lip before you pushed in between them. 

All eyes, including your own, watched as Jake took your fingers the way you’d taken Jay’s dick hours ago. 

Jake’s tongue swirled around your two digits, his eyes closing in focus as he attempted to clean your fingers the best he could. You could feel the vibrations of his mouth against your fingers, the feeling causing your need to grow more intense.

Before anyone could react, Sunghoon pulled your fingers from his mouth and replaced them with his mouth. His lips pushed against Jake’s with an animalistic desire, his tongue pushing between the other boys lips before Jake could even process the sudden kiss. 

Sunghoon ignored the sharp tingles from his scalp as he continued licking into the other boy's mouth, scooping the cum into his own mouth. It was supposed to be his anyways, so there was no reason why he wouldn’t be able to have it. It didn’t matter that he was eating it from another person's lips, maybe it tasted even better that way.

After sharing the cum between themselves Sunghoon pulled back with a devious smile, all guilt erased from his mind. Jake’s mind was still reeling from what had happened, his mind replaying the sight of their shared spit connecting their departing lips. 

“Sungchan would’ve have let you do this.” Sunghoon didn’t waste a second before kissing you, the taste of the other boys heavy on his tongue as it pushed it against yours. The taste was almost indescribable, hints of bitterness with the perfect amount of sweetness from whatever Sunghoon ate before coming to Jay’s. 

Sunghoon pulled off of you for a minute before using his hand to pull yours from his hair, his fingers entwining with yours as he messily stood up. His pants were off within seconds, and his back was against the bed just as fast.

He pulled you down on top of him, his hand letting go of yours to grip as your ass to help you grind down against him. His mouth met yours once again, his nose bumping against yours with each turn of his head, he was all too addicting. 

Heeseung tsked from above you, his disapproving gaze heavy on Sunghoon’s messy side profile. “You heard what she said earlier, you don’t deserve it.” Heeseung pulled you off of Sunghoon and back into his arms, your legs moving down to rest on top of Sunghoon’s flat knees. 

“Move.” Sunghoon’s pleading look barely worked on you, his expression changing into an annoyed one before he shot both boys beside you a glare. He didn’t say anything and just scooched over. 

Jake replaced his spot, but not before shooting Sunghoon a victorious wink. He made a whole show of fluffing his pillow before laying down, his hands moving to pull off his pants with a singular swipe. 

His walls came down the second you took over, your hands grabbing his shoulder as you lowered yourself down onto him. He was already hard from watching you earlier which lowered the prep time. 

Even though Jake was definitely wider than Jay, you still took him with ease. His cock gave you exactly what you needed yet you still wanted more. 

You didn’t have to voice out your desires because Heeseung was already tapping the head of his cock against you, his tip moving around to collect as much of your slick as he could. 

His hand moved from base to tip in a repeated motion, his fingers squeezing him in the manner that he was usually used to- but this time was different. He’d never fucked someone with another cock already pressed it, but that wasn’t to say that he hasn’t given it thought before.

He’s definitely thought about fucking you with one of his friends, way too many times that he’d like to admit. When you first came to him with the idea he would like to say that he was hesitant, but he wasn’t. The day you broke up with Sungchan was probably the best day of his life, well second best to today. 

He wanted to see if the real thing was as good as it was in his dreams. He already knew your pussy would be the best he’s ever felt but he's always known that- it wasn’t anything new. But this? This was all new. 

He knew you were ready after you looked back at him with a nod, your eyes sharing unspoken words before he began to push in. He knew the stretch would be rough and he fully attended to take his time to let you adjust to the new feeling. 

He rubs an encouraging hand along your back, his palm gently pushed you flatter against Jake’s chest as his other hand held his base.

Jake, seeing the way your body was reacting, wrapped both of his arms around your waist. The new addition made it easier for Heeseung to contort your body into the way he wanted, his hand moving from your back and up to your hips to pull you up higher. 

Even with the two boys comforting you, you still remained as tense as before. Heeseung knew it wouldn’t feel as good to you if you remained in that state so he tried his best to help loosen you up, “Relax, i’ve got you.” And it worked.

And after a few minutes of random thrusts both boys managed to find a shared rhythm, their normal stroke pattern differentiating from each other. 

All three of your bodies were shining in sweat, the heat from your bodies rubbing against each other making a force field of humidity- but it didn’t bother any of you too much. At least not enough to stop. 

You could feel the bed from beside you moving, Sunghoon growing angsty with his lack of attention. “As much as I love to watch this- I think I'm going to explode if I don't feel your touch in the next three seconds.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic boy beside you with your best attempt at a small smile. It was hard to show any reaction to him at all by the way the two men were pushing into you, your body was on fire and you could feel your pleasure everywhere. 

Jake ignored Sunghoon and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, his tongue alternating between swirling around it and rolling it between his teeth. He didn’t want to share you with Sunghoon, not if it had the chance to cost him your perfect little pussy. 

Your mouth dropped open in pleasure, moans breaking through your no longer closed lips. It was too much at once but yet it somehow managed to be too little as well, you still needed more. You came here to be ruined, to be destroyed beyond fixable. And with your mouth still working- you weren’t getting that. 

“Fuck my mouth.” Sunghoon didn’t waste a second before pushing up beside you, his thigh pressing against your shoulder before he tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip.

“Will you be able to take it? I don’t think you’ll be able to focus with the other two taking you like this.” Sunghoon managed to switch the rolls once again, his voice coming out doubtful with an underlying degrading tone. “Maybe we’ll see why Sungchan cheated on you.”

Striker. Sunghoon didn’t wait for your response before he pushed into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat right away. He ignored your gag and held himself there for a few seconds- enjoying the way you gagged and choked around him. “It doesn’t feel good, does it? To have something that was rightfully yours be taken away so easily?”

He didn't care about how you reacted to his words, his need to feel your tongue pressing against him overruling anything. “You can’t even take us all at once, poor Jay sitting back and watching you get dicked down by all his friends.”

Sunghoon pulled one of your hands from its position on Jake’s shoulder before holding your open palm out to Jay, “Make him feel good too.” 

Jay was heavy in your hand when you swirled your finger around his slit, his dick still sticky with his release. He wrapped both hands around your wrist as he fucked himself into your fist, his moans matching Sunghoon’s as they worked with your moving body. 

Sunghoon felt eyes staring at him and when he looked up he saw Heeseung’s heavy lidded eyes staring back at him, his reflection barely noticeable through his pupils. Sunghoon smirked at him once before nodding his head towards you, “better make her cum fast, Jay and I want our turn.”

Heeseung shook his head with a challenging smile, “nah, I think we’re gonna edge her a few times. I’m in no rush, I’ve got all night.”

Jay chucked from the side before chiming in, “Knowing your track record you’re definitely not going to last.” Jay was lying and they all knew it, yet it still struck a chord in Heeseung.

“You sure? Pretty sure our girl didn’t even cum whilst fucking you, did you?” Heeseung stared Jay in the eye whilst baby taking you, his hand rubbing your lower back in a fake comforting way. 

Heeseung’s hand moved lower, his hand now resting against your ass. He watched the way your ass bounced back against him and the way your skin jiggled each time your bodies made contact. He pressed down once more before raising his hand up before smacking it down against you, his eyebrow raising when he felt you clench down around them.

“You liked that?” He did it again just to check and once again, you clenched. “Of course she likes that.” Jake now chimed in from beneath you as soon as his lips left your tits, “she always has.”

All three other boys shared a confused look before asking for Jake to elaborate, “What? You think Sungchan was the first to meet her?”

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Hey! I decided it might be helpful to have a reference post for all the details for the AU. I'll update this periodically as new things are revealed or added. - Bec

General Info

This Au is based on Pixie Hollow and the Tinkerbell movies/books! Most of it will lean on the movie lore, but will borrow some lore from the books as well. I also am making up a lot of lore myself to fill in gaps for the storyline or make the translation from MHA easier.

You can learn more about the lore of Pixie Hollow via the wiki!

>> The Fanfic is out and updating! You can read it here! <<

#MHAPixieHollow

Want to draw or write with the AU and share it? You can use the above hashtag so it'll be connected! I'll try to check this tag regularly so I can share your work! (This should work on tumblr and insta, but I cannot be certain for twitter/bluesky.)

#pixie asks

This is the tag I use on answers to askbox questions involving the AU!

Some General Guidelines:

While my AU has a plot line and is intended to have BKDK as the focus ship, I don't care/mind if you like the designs and want to draw your preferred ship with them! As long as you're nice to others, do what you want! (So even though I'm making this for BKDK, if you like KRBK and like their designs, I don't care if you draw/write that with the AU!)

I do have a storyline for the AU and am working on a fic with that, but! I love seeing others' creativity, so if you want to use the AU for your own writing, feel free! All I ask is that you don't claim anything as "canon" to the AU unless its been stated by me!

Its unlikely I'll be able to design every fairy from 1A or elsewhere, so if I haven't designed them and you want to come up with a design for the AU, do it! I'd love to see it!

If you like any of the art from the AU and want to use it for PFPs/Banners on your social accounts, you're free to do so! I'd prefer credit if you did, thanks!

Most of my work for the AU will be monochrome sketches, so if you want to color them feel free! All I ask is that you properly credit me if you share your coloring.

The Fairies

Izuku aka "Deku" - [design]

Talent: Dust Keeper Alchemy Info: Deku's wings are covered in black veins that creep onto his back and he cannot fly, even with the help of pixie dust. He's given blue pixie dust by All Might and works on alchemy experiments in secret in order to do multiple talents.

Katsuki aka "Kacchan" - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: One of the best fast flyers in Pixie Hollow, he has unique control over the winds. Constantly keeping Deku out of trouble.

Eijirou - [design]

Talent: Animal Talent Info: One of Katsuki's closest friends. He has a best animal friend, a turtle named Boulder, who he visits regularly and takes sun naps on his shell.

Denki - [design]

Talent: Light Talent Info: Playful and excitable, he has a habit of accidentally lighting himself up when excited.

Mina - [design]

Talent: Garden Talent Info: Fun-loving and overly social, she loves calling forward a bunch of colorful petals to surprise others.

Kyouka - [design]

Talent: Music Talent Info: Likes to play her guitar in various places in pixie hollow for her friends. Momo, the tinker fairy, makes and fixes her instruments.

Hanta - [design]

Talent: Scouting Talent Info: Specializes in using vines and ropes to restrain threats. A fairly laid back fairy who likes to bother his friends and laze about when avoiding orders from Hawks, the leader of the Scouting guild.

Ochaco - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: While not the fastest of the flying talents, Ochaco specializes in utilizing winds to create a soft floating affect. She's most useful in helping dandelions find their way to the pixie dust tree or assisting in soft landings.

Shouto - [design]

Talent: Light & Frost Talents Info: Shouto is a unique fairy where two dandelions were growing from the same stalk when it took flight to Pixie Hollow. Because of this, him and his intentional sibling became one when influenced by Pixie dust, making him both a Summer and Winter fairy. Because of this, he can do 2 talents and also survive in both climates for elongated periods of time. However, he cannot stay in one place for a whole year, and regularly has to move between the Summer Glade and the Winter Woods.

Tsuyu - [design]

Talent: Water Talent Info: One of the only Water fairies that willingly gets into water, though she doesn't submerge her wings and only stands in shallow ends. She calls Izuku "Izu-chan."

Tenya - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: A very structured fairy, he doesn't like deviating from his schedule. He's considered possibly the fastest of the fast flying talents but his wind control is lacking.

Hitoshi - [design]

Talent: Dust Keeping Info: Always tired. One of Izuku's closest friends, he'll defend Izuku in his own way from others. Has some unspoken guilt that he maybe somehow was the reason Izuku's wings formed incorrectly.

All Might

Talent: Unknown Info: When acting as king, All Might presents himself in a full-bodied muscled form. But out of the public eye, he presents as a feeble older fairy named Toshinori. The other fairies outside of the Never Council and Fairy Inko don't know that they're the same people, which allows Toshinori to speak comfortably with others and keep an eye on Pixie Hollow from the sidelines. Izuku meets Toshinori and helps him with something, despite the task being far harder without the help of flight, and Toshinori sees how hard Izuku is trying and feels something special about him, so he gives Izuku a supply of blue pixie dust.

More TBA!

Other Characters

Eri

Eri is a human child whose laugh Deku was born from. She lives a difficult life.

Mirio aka "Lemillion"

Mirio is a blonde mouse and Eri's only friend, who attempts to look out for her and make her smile. Eri gave him the nickname "Lemillion" because it sounds like 'lemon' (because of his fur) and how he's 1 in a million.

More TBA!

F.A.Q.

What happened to Deku's wings? Can he not fly?

Deku's wings did not work since his arrival. They look different from others' wings and don't respond to pixie dust, so he cannot take flight. Because he was born from Eri's sorrowful laugh, there was not enough joy in it for him to form correctly. [You can see Deku's Birth comic here!]

What about [insert character name]?

I have plans for most of the main cast from MHA, but not all of them will be fairies. As for other characters, like students from 1B or other NPCs, I don't have solid thoughts for all of them and really only think of them if I plan to insert them into the story so I probably don't have a role for them.

How did Katsuki and Izuku meet?

Katsuki met Izuku on Izuku's arrival day! He was the fairy to see Izuku's dandelion come into Pixie Hollow and aided it to the Pixie Dust Tree. [You can see the comic here!]

Is this a fanfic or comic I can read?

Right now, all that exists are the little snippet comics and drawings I've made. However! I have a storyline in mind for the AU set roughly 6 years after Deku's birth, and I'm going to try to write it! I'll definitely share it when I'm able.

Will there be other ships in the AU other than BKDK?

Probably! But I haven't given it much thought or focus yet.

Can I cosplay your fairy designs?

ABSOLUTELY!! And please show me because I will cry.

Am I allowed to do fanart/write something for the AU?

OF COURSE!!! Please please share it with me too I'd love to see it! You can also use the tag #MHAPixieHollow !

More TBA as needed.