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[usedpidemo]

Cherry ((G)I-dle Minnie)

For you, nothing compares to seeing your favorite artist live, doing what they love the most.

For Minnie, nothing compares to the continued echo of a roaring crowd screaming her name.

But when it’s all said and done, nothing compares to the sound of her one and only fan shouting her name while he’s giving every last inch into her.

—————

Checking your phone, you see the posts on social media. While everyone else is still inside that stadium, Minnie is nowhere to be found, disappearing right after her 30 minute set, no-showing the arbitrary farewell walk around to the fans. Not that everyone cares or will give her heat for her sudden absence, but her presence leaves quite a noticeable hole in the venue.

Judging by how she’s opening the door to her hotel room, you can guess as to where she’s gone. 

Looking through your recorded footage, her eyes kept a steady track on you, as if she personally singled you out. Giving you flirty winks, subtle flying kisses in your direction, smiling at you even as she hosts the rest of the audience between transitions—the signs were there all along. You were caught up in the moment of her performance to properly notice.

That, and your intrusive handmade banner is quite easy for her to notice.

Speaking of—Minnie’s been holding your banner the entire ride back, finally setting it aside on the dining table. With every glance at your simple ‘I love you’ message, her gummy smile only widens. It’s heartwarming to see your effort be rewarded in quite the grandiose manner. A simple acknowledgement would have been enough—a simple heart, a wave, a general glance in your direction, anything.

You never expected to share a ride back to her hotel before she personally guided you inside her personal place.

She always points out how cute your handwriting is. That you went out of your way to write in Thai, even if it's evidently using Google Translate, saying that she’ll keep it in her place in appreciation. 

And so, you have to address the elephant in the room:

“Why me?” you ask, as your gaze wanders around her hotel room, quite simple in design and only meant for simple overnight stays. You can see the venue you were in minutes ago from the large window, a lifetime away thanks to the nighttime traffic. 

“Because I saw it!” Minnie replies, grinning, falling into her usual idol posture like muscle memory. Hands folded together, classy, even if her still-worn stage outfit says otherwise. Casually flaunting off her tight figure and toned little belly just for you. It’s hypnotic. “Flew in from far away just to see me perform here? You’re committed.”

“I mean—you haven’t performed in my country in years,” you remark, bitter at the thought. One of your driving motivations is to at least see her if the worst happened. Fortunately, they’re here to stay a little longer. Nevertheless, your patience was far past its breaking point, and you had to take matters into your own hands. “You have no idea how long I waited for you to come back.”

Minnie frowns, apologetic and empathetic over your plight. “Sorry. We want to reach out and perform everywhere, but—”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard it all the time, no need to remind me,” you interrupt, unwilling to hear the same rote excuse for the umpteenth time. Of course it’s the company’s fault, and not you for living in an unprofitable market for international artists to perform. “But that doesn’t matter now. If you ever go and tour, I’ll try flying out here again, like I did just for you.”

Almost immediately, her downcast expression shifts into a look of joy. “Aw. I hope it doesn’t mean you’re going broke for us. It’s not worth it.”

“Of course not,” is your reply, as if you anticipated this exact response. “I wouldn’t even think about going on this trip if I knew I’d be eating cup noodles for the next month.”

“Sounds fun,” Minnie jests, approaching you and brushing loose strands of your hair covering your forehead. Cupping a hand on your cheek, she whispers against your other cheek, her breath hot: “I’ll pay for whatever you need. Flight tickets, hotel accommodation, transportation—name it and I got you covered.”

“Everything’s been accounted for, but I appreciate the thought,” you remark, your eyes following hers. Staring into each other’s gaze intently, her warmth and sincerity in full bloom, you’re falling deeper in love with her. “I—I just didn’t think this would ever happen.”

“No one does,” is her remark, tone sensual, pulling your head closer against hers. “Now I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“Of course.”

Her breath tickles your ear, sending chills down your spine. “What’s your favorite song I did tonight?”

You pause, give her a subtle smile, which she immediately reads. Like she already has a clue.

“I think you already know the answer.”

She breathes against your skin in the shape of a chuckle and a smirk. The song begins to play moments later, courtesy of her own phone.

Minnie quietly mouths the lyrics in your ear, and you can’t help but lean closer to get a feel of her lips kissing your skin. You sense the ripple of her waist against yours, a gentle rustle of her shrinking skirt. You engross yourself in the moment that you don’t notice her hands dragging you with her in the direction of the living room couch.

Pushing you onto the sofa right as the second line hits, Minnie continues mouthing the words to her own song effortlessly, dancing before you so sexily knowing she’d never try on stage in a million years, even with their group’s more risque concepts. Her eyes demand every bit of your attention—not that you had anything else in mind but her. 

A private performance, meant only for you. Turning her hotel room into a club, you’d be throwing what little money you have for her if you had anything left. 

And by God, she loves it. Relishing how whipped you are for her. Doesn’t matter if it’s one or thousands, she lives for the attention and praise.

As the chorus hits, Minnie drops to the floor, stomach down ass up, kicking her heels up in the air, her stare remaining fixated at you all throughout. Rehearsed and practiced, yet looking so natural. You can only watch in awe, wondering how long she’s been waiting for the opportunity, how many times she’s done this before to others, and how the stars perfectly aligned for you to have this personalized moment.

It’s torturing you right now that you can’t reach out and touch her, even if you wanted to.

Picking herself off the floor, she saunters toward you, your nerves tensing with every moment, every step forward. Fingers digging deeper into the fabric of your pants, it’s all purposeful how she moves: every sway of her hips, her hands running down her svelte figure, the twirl when she’s standing right between your legs, flaunting her petite ass peeking through her skirt before squatting down in front of you, an arm’s reach away.

The lyrics perfectly describe the situation: 

“Oh no, here we go. Watch me shake it low.”

It’s like she’s daring you to take her and make her yours.

Her ass lingers far longer than what you can perceive. No matter how desperate you are, you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle, do anything but admire and watch helplessly even as Minnie offers herself to you on a silver platter. Not for lack of trying; your mind can’t handle what’s happening right now.

She looks over shoulder with a wicked grin, as if this isn’t the first time she’s left someone victimized with her deliberate teasing.

As if that wasn’t enough, when she spins around to face you, she drags your hands off your pants, replacing them with her own. Leaning forward, her hot breath reacquainting with your skin, followed by the faintest of air kisses. Slowly but surely, she clambers onto your lap, creating unbearable heat between your legs. 

There’s no denying it now. 

Instinctively, your hands find purchase on her ass, squeezing them hard, drawing a moan out of her. Minnie responds in kind, rolling her head back, grinding her hips on your lap, fanning the flames. Her tummy right in your face, you bend forward and kiss her, tracing a path up to her crop top, resting between her chest. Her fingers find their way around your neck, inching herself closer to you till you can hardly breathe.

“Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do this,” she sighs, breaking herself free from the immersion of her own performance. Glancing down to find your face between her bra, she pulls on your face, drawing your gaze to meet hers. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” you huff, returning to kiss her bra. “But I’ve got a feeling this wasn’t the first time.”

Minnie laughs. “No shit.”

“Just you, or do the others—”

“You already know,” she interrupts, cupping your chin and redirecting your eyes back on her, shutting you up. “Now can we go back to the moment?”

Without another word, she leans down and meets you for a passionate kiss. Eyes closed, letting your feelings do all the talking. At that moment, you’re not fan and idol, but two lovers finding solace in each other’s arms. The only break is when she pulls back to lift your shirt over your head before you’re passionately making out to her own song again.  

She doesn’t even bring up the fact that your hands have been on her ass the whole time. If anything, with every squeeze, she moans softly into your mouth, making music.

But you can’t stay like this for long. Not when you’re both close to reaching your natural climax.

Breaking off the kiss for a second time, Miinie takes a moment to admire you, smiling. Her face, flushed with crimson and lust, keeps you in place while she silently unhooks her top, slipping it off her shoulders before tossing it to the floor and joining your shirt.

Before she tries to kiss you again, the sudden music stoppage snaps both your attention. 

“Ah, fuck me,” Minnie whines, quickly climbing off your lap to reach for the phone on the other side of the living room, buzzing loudly as she races to shut it down as quickly as possible. Giving you a proper look at her half-naked body while she hurriedly mashes buttons on her screen, you’re imagining that’s what she normally looks like in the mornings. 

“Well tell them I felt nauseous and had to rush to the hospital,” she says while clicking her tongue seemingly giving instructions to someone over the phone. When her eyes find yours, she grins cheekily, playing off the situation as nothing but a minor inconvenience. “No one’s gonna find out, surely.”

Like you weren’t casually singled out by staff, escorted out of the venue and riding inside one of the artist’s cars before being told to wait inside for a good 30 minutes before you could finally get out. Under any other context, this would have been a kidnapping case.

“Just give them the usual statement,” she whines, annoyed that she’s getting calls at such an unfortunate time. “I did my set, no? That should be enough. No one’s gonna care by tomorrow,” she adds, before cutting the call and the music picks up where it left off.

“Sorry you had to hear all that.” Minnie sighs as she casually lets her skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in only underwear as she saunters back to you. “I probably should have listened when they said this wasn’t a solo concert.”

To save her from further embarrassment, you remain quiet, but your face can’t hide your amusement watching it unfold in real time. One way or another, you’ll never look at her the same way again.

“Gosh, I gotta ask Yuqi how she does it,” she huffs, setting down her phone on the living room table. “Anyway, where were we?”

You don’t know exactly how to respond, nor do you have the answer to her question. And yet you have an idea as to where this is gonna end.

—————

The song continues to play on loop in the background as Minnie guides you to the bedroom, hand in tow, skirt lost somewhere on the living room floor, before falling onto the bed belly first, spreading her legs wide and baring her holes for display. Showing her pussy to you, she is wet and leaking. 

“Fucking use me,” she huffs, looking over her shoulder, voice raspy, losing herself to her most feral desires. “I know you want this as much as I want it.”

“Fuck, Minnie, I—” Not even your half-assed attempt at reluctance stops you from unraveling with her; it’s  laughably unconvincing. Lining your erect cock against her aching core, drawing a prolonged whine from her needy lips, her passionate sigh makes you shiver in anticipation. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You wouldn’t be positioning yourself behind me if you didn’t,” she remarks, pointing a finger toward your cock. “And that thing wanted me the moment I climbed onto your lap.”

She’d plunge your cock straight into her needy cunt if she could.

Instead, she reaches for the tip, gives it a gentle flick, causing your breaths to go haywire. Sparking a fire within you, Minnie only has one purpose in mind: to set you ablaze. You see it in her inviting smile—her eyes—drawing her fingers back, daring you to finish what she started.

Plunging into her cunt without hesitation, Minnie’s cry of pain and pleasure immediately fills the room and beyond. Obscene, obnoxious, you’re making a statement to everyone that you’re gonna fuck her—hard.

Fingers clamped on the headrest, and then onto the pillow, hanging on for dear life. Her muscles tensing and her hips bucking against yours. All while you’re still trying to adjust inside her; you haven’t moved a muscle since entering her. The only thought permeating your mind is how goddamn tight she feels around you.

The idea of unloading everything into her right then and there floats around your mind, but you begin dragging your cock out, now lathered in sheen and slick, before pushing back into her invigorating heat. 

And fuck, Minnie takes every inch effortlessly. Letting you take charge, giving you free reign over her body. With every stroke, every thrust deeper, she fucking screams. Doesn’t matter that you’re leaving gaping imprints on her skin or that you’re hammering into her with reckless abandon, she only cares about the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Like a man possessed, you’re throwing your all into her, pounding her balls deep like your life depends on it, like this is your one and only chance—which it may as well be. 

“So incredible—can’t believe you’re letting me do this—” you rasp, pumping into her so hard the bed begins to quake. Both your hands rest on her svelte waist, wrapped like a vice as you deliver one devastating stroke after another. You can only imagine how she looks, but you get a sense that it’s pornographic and salacious.

“It’s been so long—” she whines, her voice cracking and jumping with every word in response to your thrusts. Her own fingers are gripped to the pillows, lifting her head to keep herself loud and clear, like she isn’t making quite the commotion this late at night. “So goddamn big—oh fuck—more—”

With her ass bouncing and rippling with each thrust, you’re left in a state of trance. God, she looks so good with your cock impaled in her pussy, with cum leaking and dripping from her holes. Accompanied by the filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh, there’s no better sight for your dizzy, tired eyes. It only serves to spur you on, to keep you moving—as if you need any more motivation.

Giving her no respite, maintaining quite the chokehold you have on her, you lean forward against her ear, and your erratic breaths—your little vibrations—sends her into upper heaven. You haven’t uttered a single word, yet your looming presence drives her crazy.

“Pull on it, baby. Please—” Minnie cries, pertaining to her hair, barely held together by a loosened tie and prayers.

As much as you want to say anything back, the vice grip she has on you is just as strong, if not stronger. So intoxicatingly tight, gathering your thoughts into something coherent proves to be an immense struggle. It gets to a point where you don’t know who’s truly in control here.

And seeing as you’re doing exactly that—pulling on her hair as you kiss the helix of her ear, unable to keep up with her tempo—you sense the end is coming. And fast.

Still, there’s no relenting. She feels too good to slow down for even a moment, fearing that if you do, this unreal bliss is lost forever. So you hold on, redirecting all your focus on everything else about her body: exploring her back, lifting her on her fours, twisting her body in your hands—anything to keep your mind off the idea that you’re falling apart. 

Your unrelenting pace supersedes every effort you’re making. It’s a relief that Minnie is fucked beyond coherence right now, losing herself in her own ecstasy. Nevertheless, you’re mentally counting down the little time you have left.

“Almost, Minnie—” you coo into her neck, rolling her on her side, lifting her helpless figure, squeezing on her breast. Fighting with the dying remains of your resolve to keep the fire alive before it fans out, Minnie looks absolutely drained, her body pushed far beyond its limit. “I’m so close—”

“Inside—” she barely manages to whine, palming your back, pulling you into a warm embrace, unwilling to accept any other outcome. Eyes completely shut, just letting pleasure freely flow in and out of her veins, rolling her hips up as you thrust into her, your grip on reality collapsing in real time. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her voice goes high, breaks her train of thought as you sense her crumble underneath you, her climax hitting at the apex. The heat of her walls suffocating, putting you in an inescapable chokehold, her legs wrapping around yours—the intention is clear: you’re gonna stay there, cum inside, and lay it all on her. 

It’s only right that your own orgasm follows. 

Holding her through your own end, every second an eternity in itself, as you bury yourself balls deep, letting Minnie milk you for all your worth. Shuddering as your bodies intertwine as one, bracing as every spurt of cum you give her with hits with the same level of impact as the previous burst, like fireworks exploding. Can’t make out a clear visual as your vision goes blurry, so you take solace in her arms as the pulse in your loins gradually dies.

Until the only thing you can hear is each other’s heartbeats.

Minnie’s a delicate treasure, one of one. Despite fucking her into shreds mere moments ago, you can’t go out like this: pressing your weight on her, dangerously close to passing out under the afterglow of your own orgasm.

Fortunately, Minnie sees the scene differently, smiling: “Wow.” 

She’s roaming her hands down your arms, warily glancing at the aftermath between your legs. A fresh puddle has formed on the sheets, now stained beyond repair. “That’s—a lot more than I thought,” she remarks, laughing at herself.

“That’s what you do to me,” you say, brushing her hair side, softly kissing her. As you try to pull back, Minnie sinks further, keeping your lips locked a few more precious moments longer. 

You need to take a breather; blink a few times to let everything sink in: that she’s the one who made the advance. Every single opportunity.

And as the mood slowly dies, as both of you stare into each other’s eyes, uncertain of what happens now, her phone rings loudly in the background again.

You give her this look, as if to say: ‘Seriously? In this ungodly hour?’ To which Minnie merely smirks before rolling out of bed. As if this was expected. Hell, she looks surprised that it didn’t happen mid-climax.

Limping out of the bedroom, making a strong case not to fly out tomorrow, even though she won’t have activities for the next few days. Learning from earlier, she hides herself out away from your view before she returns with her phone in hand, throwing it right in your direction, falling short of landing on your face.

“Not this time,” she remarks, wagging her finger, reading your mind. “And for the record, they completely bought it.”

You can only laugh and shrug as Minnie climbs onto your lap, falling into your arms. —————

(A/N: Kind of a quick one, apologies, not really much time to write filth when you're almost graduating. Currently stuck in thesis hell with only a few weeks left before the semester ends, so please bear with me a bit longer. A few months into 2025 and Blind Eyes Red is still one of my favorite K-pop songs released so far, who knew the lyrics were horny as fuck? That made the rest of the idea a lot simpler. Thank you for reading!)

[the-peak-legend-of-first-gen]

HELLOOOO okay so. I know this is a weird request, so feel free to decline at any time. But…

Can I request a break up scenario with Gun and reader? Like reader has known him since they were kids because family and they had to get married eventually and that stuff. But reader lived her own life after gunny went to korea and meets him only a handful of times since she studies abroad? And its like no secret that gun was involved w other women. I hope i explained that well enough. Sorry if it’s too much tho! You can always just ignore it :P

With much appreciation and Love

~T

Hi ♡ no its not a weird request but thank you for requesting and trusting me to write this. Hope you enjoy and if you feel there is somewhere I lack or need to work upon feel free to tell✨️

Laughter and giggles of small children echoed through the air. Shintaro kept a watchful eye, noticing how well the young master and you got along. How could he be wrong, after all? He had carefully arranged the match, and so far, everything seemed to be going just fine — or so he supposed.

"Gun, throw that ball toward me!" you commanded.He looked at you, then threw the ball with full force. You stumbled back a little but managed to catch it nonetheless.Your lady-in-waiting rushed over immediately, her face stern."Young miss, you shouldn’t be playing such rough games, especially with your future husband. It’s not good for the [Clan Name]'s reputation."

"Future what?" you giggled with a toothy grin before darting off."Let’s go!" you shouted to Gun, who, surprisingly, followed you.

But before you could get too far, Shintaro stepped between you two.His towering stature and menacing face frightened you a little, so you instinctively clung to Gun’s kimono sleeve. In response, Shintaro handed you something odd — a traditional toy, a ball attached to a string that had to land perfectly into a cup.

"Interesting..." you murmured.Just like that, the two of you spent hours playing, competing to see who could get the most wins, carefree and young.

That night, a loud slap shook the household — and you. You were only just beginning to understand the violent ways of the Yakuza world, but what shook you even more was what followed: Gun barely played with you after that, no matter how much you cried or threw tantrums.

Haruto would play with you sometimes, but no one wanted to be near Gun anymore.And little did you know — that was only the end of the beginning, the first step in how he would slowly but surely drift away from you.

🥀

You were starting to understand what it meant to be bonded with Gun — he wasn’t just the future hope of the Yamakazi clan, but regrettably, your would-be husband.

The thought made your stomach churn in the worst way possible.Come on, you were only in middle school! That actor you saw in the movies was way more handsome, and he definitely knew how to treat a lady right.

"Should we go for ice cream?" you asked him one day.

"No. I have work to do," he replied curtly.

Work this, work that. Mother said this, Mother said that. Father will be pleased, Father will decide.

That was all that ever went on inside his head.

"Just today, please!"

He observed you for a long moment, a sigh escaping his lips."Fine," he said at last.

You jumped with joy, your eyes sparkling.

Gun stared, confused. Why were you so happy? It was just ice cream. What had he done to make you react like this? Where were the grand efforts?

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt your small hand slipping into his.This isn’t so bad, he thought, strangely at peace

."Why are you so happy, dumbass?" he asked.

"Oh, because you finally agreed to go somewhere with me!" you said, grinning.

"That's it?"

"Yeah! And don’t forget — I’m getting free ice cream!"

"What free ice cream?"

"You’re paying, of course," you teased, sticking out your tongue.

Maybe this was what family was supposed to feel like.He tucked the thought away into a quiet, hidden corner of his heart.

Who cares, anyway?

But he did care — when he saw that tiny smile on your lips, when he noticed how his shoulders relaxed around you, when he realized he hadn’t clenched his fists in a long while.

Who cares? You did.

And you cared when that idiot — himself — left for another country.You cried not because of him, but because of what it meant for the future.Where had he gone? Would he be safe?

Who cared?Did you care?He wasn’t around anymore, but he hoped you were safe. He hoped your clan aligned with the right faction. He hoped you would marry —Who cared?---

🥀

"Idiot! You don’t know I’m allergic to these!" you yelled, throwing the chocolates at him. He dodged them casually."I’ll bring something else next time," he shrugged.

And true to his word, when he visited your university, he brought exactly what you liked — the right flavor, the right brand, the right packaging.You threw your arms around him, clinging like a koala, and he instinctively held you by the waist.

But something felt... off.

The scent clinging to him wasn’t his.You knew he slept around. It was normal in your world, accepted even — but still, the heart wants what the heart wants.

"So, what were you doing before you came here? Did you visit the places I told you about?"

"I wanted to explore them with you," he replied.

Your heart eased — but not entirely.

"Are you still sleeping around?" you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He was caught off guard for a second but regained his composure quickly.

"None of your business," he said flatly.

"It is my business," you retorted.

"We’re engaged, and we’ll marry soon. I do have a say."

His soulless eyes seemed to pierce right through you."And what is your say?"

"Stop it," you said firmly.Not a plea. Not a request. A command.

Whether he would listen or not, only time would tell.

When you got intimate, he wasn’t as rough as you had expected.There was a delicacy to the way he touched you, held you.But your mind wandered — was this how he treated others too?

Shouldn’t this tenderness be something only the two of you shared?

It wasn’t just that. His infrequent calls and texts had started gnawing at you.You felt like you were overthinking, but you weren't — and every time you tried to bring it up, Gun brushed you off.

"You have too much free time to think about nonsense," he said.

Instead of communicating like a mature couple, he would resort to what he knew best — showing his devotion in bed, claiming every inch of you as his.And even though he gave you his body, your doubts never truly went away.

His devotion was laser-focused elsewhere — on Charles Choi.

So you decided to do what was best — not just for yourself, but for him too.

🥀

"It’s not working," you said.

"We’ve hit a wall," you said.

For the first time, Gun truly saw you.

Not the cute, energetic girl from the playground — but a devastatingly beautiful woman.It wasn't your curves or your skin that he noticed — it was your spirit.

The same commanding, boisterous spirit, wanting what you wanted, even if it went against tradition.

Despite everything, you were willing to do the unthinkable — to leave.

Maybe if he had been different, if he had given loyalty to you and not just Charles Choi, things could have been salvaged.

Maybe.

But it was too late."Well, if that’s what you want," he said. "It’s fine, I guess.

Who cares, right?

No more Goo ogling at you.

No more international trips.

No more stupid dates and boring occasions.

Your safety and well-being — none of his concern anymore.

So why did he feel like his chest was caving in?

When he finally said, "It’s fine. I understand," his tongue felt heavy like lead.

When you kissed him for the last time, tears burning your cheeks, he tasted the salt of your heartbreak.

When he saw your retreating figure disappearing from his life — he felt it.

He cared.In his own way.

Maybe not the way you wanted.

Maybe not enough.

You two were collapsing binary stars — once brilliant, now destined to destroy each other.

But he cared.

And he loved you and that's why he had to leave.

So maybe in another universe you two care openly, shamelessly without any burdens or doubts?

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Dolls World [Spencer x Reader]

Photo Credits: Left (@starvingphilosofer) Center (@heyvs) Right (@anjukaji)

Prompt: A kidnapper is kidnapping women and torturing them. When y/n gets taken, Reid does everything he can to save her, but it’s too late. 

Pairing: Spenver x BAU-Reader

Category: Angst/Whump/No Happy Ending. 

Word Count: 11.1K

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, burns, torture [reader], intimidation, fear, submission. 

A/N: Hi all! I hope you are all doing very well! I know it has been a long, long time since I’ve posted, and that’s for many reasons that I don’t want to get into today. I return with a hecking long Spencer fic, and I hope you enjoy it. That being said, thank you to everyone who has kept up with me, or to any new readers or followers! Please be kind to yourselves this week and do something you love, you are so special. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! P.s. I haven’t edited this a lot for grammar, I’m just now jumping back into writing, sorry for any major errors. Love Levi - ❤️ 

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y/l/n = your last name 

As Spencer listened to the witness give his comments on finding the body in the field, his breath billowed up like smoke in the cold autumn morning. He shivered slightly and wrapped his arms around his slender frame, and locked back into the conversation. “Yeah. When I saw the body at first, I thought it was some kind of prank. It looked like a mannequin, and I got out of my truck to put it in my truck bed to haul it to the dump. It was when I touched the body that I realized it was a person in there.” The rugged-looking man shuddered at the memory of the cold, clammy skin of the victim. Reid nodded along. It must have been a real shock. He cleared his throat and asked, “What did you do when you realized it was a person?” The man shuffled on the ground and replied, “Well, I called the cops, of course. What else was I supposed to do?” Spence nodded again and asked, “You said you thought this might be a prank. Do people play pranks on your property often? Would you say you have any enemies?” The man let out a nervous laugh and replied, “Every now and then. There are some damn kids down the road that have done a thing or two. Vandalism, letting the chickens out, but they wouldn’t do whatever… whatever this is.” The comment couldn’t stop Spence from looking back at the victim and cringing harshly. 

y/n was close to the body, leaned up against a fence with a camera documenting every odd element of the victim. The bright flash only made the scene more eerie. The light flashed off the porcelain mask that was half slipped off the young woman’s face. Apart from the mask, which had a shocking likeness of the victim's face except for its paleness, and the outfit, like that of a little girl, nothing seemed to be wrong with the body. The woman’s eyes were open, glazed over, and staring into the sky that was cloudy and threatening to rain at any moment. Reid couldn’t help but look at y/n for a moment longer as she nimbly knelt on the ground to take the shots needed for further examination. The man standing beside Spencer cleared his throat, and the genius whipped his head forward again as the man asked, “So, are we done?” Dr. Reid let out a soft breath and nodded yes. Being given the all clear, the man moved away and down the gravel path toward the small barn on his property in upstate New York. 

Derek rambled up toward the lean agent and said, “Imagine how Garcia’s gonna be when she gets a load of this.” Spencer didn’t want to think about that and just gave a soft grunt as a response. Morgan furrowed his brows and asked, “What’s wrong, pretty boy? Not in a talking mood.” Derek followed Spence’s gaze to y/n, who was now talking to Emily and Hotch about the victim. Morgan let out a chuckle and commented lightly, “You know you could just tell her, Reid. The worst thing is that she says no.” Dr. Reid huffed and said, “That’s easy for you to say, Morgan; women seldom say no to you.” Derek was about to respond to Spence’s self-deprecation, but the pair was called over by Rossi as they were headed back to the station to regroup and deliver the profile now that they had his new piece of the puzzle. 

Back at the Idaho Presinct, McAllen Presinct, Aaron and Morgan stood at the front of the room. The rest of the team flanked them to add any needed information or grab anything either man needed. Hotch started by reintroducing the team and then jumping into the profile: “Good morning, and thank you for taking the time to listen to us. We’ll make this as brief as possible so you can get back to your shift and look for these missing women. The profile we’re about to give you may have some changing variables. The usefulness for you with this information is trying to find a suspect that matches said description we are about to give. Even a feeling is a good place to start with a case like this. 

Morgan stepped up and continued, “This case is made harder because of the vicinity to the border and, more importantly, the city of Juarez. The number of people fleeing that area due to the drug trade might be a great cover for the unsub or unknown subject. He might also be luring victims across the border with promises of sneaking them into the States. That’s a possibility, it’s also a possibility that one of the cartels is having a new initiation for new members of taking a mark and torturing them to death, which is already common practice with many gangs. Either way, the unsub has found a great place to kidnap and kill people. Aaron then spoke again, clarifying, “The unsub has a specific type of woman that he is looking for, as all of those taken so far have had y/h/c and y/e/c and a specific body type. These factors make it easier to identify possible targets, but so far, no correlation has been found between the missing women, and with the addition of the first body, it seems that there might be some kind of ritualistic element involved as a mask highly resembling the woman’s face was found on the body. We’re going to analyze the mask and see if anything comes from it. We will let you know. As for now, we suspect a white man in his thirties to fifties, with possible ties to the cartel, looking for women to exploit or for an unknown personal use. If you have any questions, please let Ms. Jareau or any of the team know, and we’ll be happy to answer them. That’s it for now, thank you for your time. 

The BAU did what they could with the limited knowledge they had so far about the victim and the unsub, but mostly it was a process of eliminating the primary and secondary cartel rings rather than outright finding a culprit. The guess was that the unsub was a domineering man who saw women as objects to control, but with machismo being such a large part of the culture in that part of Texas, that descriptor defined a lot of men’s views of women. It wasn’t until a spectral analysis of the mask that was found on the victim came back that any real progress was made. The mask was mostly made of plaster and reinforced porcelain, which was a strange find. Not only that, but a larger amount of terra cotta powder was found in the mix as well. As Aaron brought up this fact to the sheriff, the man nodded his head and replied, “Yeah, well, the terra cotta makes sense, there’s an abandoned saltillo and terra cotta plant on the far side of town. It’s mostly used for drug deals now, but I have no clue about it. Ain’t nobody I know around here that would use anything porcelain. Most stuff at the store is Talavera or plastic.” Hotch acknowledged the information and said, “Thank you, Sheriff. Morgan, Reid, y/n, I want you to go out and check out the grounds of that old kiln and factory. See if there’s any sign of life or the victims. Go in hot, we don’t know what this unsub is capable of yet.” The trio nodded and checked their gun holsters before moving out into the cold, bright Texas sun and toward the van. 

As Morgan, Spencer, and y/n moved southward, Aaron, Rossi, and Emily stayed behind to call around about the new leads and have Garcia work her magic on the new info. It was a nice feeling to have something to do after such a lull in the case. 

At the plant, the trio got out of the van that y/n had been driving and looked around the outside first. It was mostly dusty, with the sides of the metal and cement structure old and soot-covered from the fire of the kilns. The tall, brittle grasses moved slowly with the wind. As the team walked to the back of the large building, they saw a few junked-out cars that were rusting and had parts missing from under the hood. Most shocking, however, was a nondescript white Subaru that had no license plates and dark-tinted windows. y/n raised an eyebrow at Derek and Reid. Morgan pulled out his gun and said, “We’re not alone, it seems. Let’s head inside and see who we find.” The other agents slipped their guns out of their holsters and kept them lowered to the ground for safety as they slipped off the safety. 

Morgan took point and walked to the front of the building and tried to slowly open the door. Unfortunately, it gave out a loud creak, meaning that the person inside most likely heard their approach. Not wanting the unsub to possibly get away, Derek softly called, “Let’s split up. I’ll take the center, Reid, y/n you take left and right.” The other agents nodded as they threaded their way through rows and rows of shelves housing dusty orange stacks of tiles and shingles and all manner of pottery. There wasn’t a back door to the building, so the unsub only had one way out, through a member of the team. All of the lights in the building were out, and as y/n moved carefully along the side of the wall, trying to stay as hidden and shielded as possible. Plumes of silt and dust filled the air each time she took a step, and she had to pull her shirt over her nose to stop from coughing at the particulates filling her lungs. 

Reid was doing the same on the opposite side of the building. He felt something in his stomach twist, and he looked to his left. There was an old metal staircase that was roped off with a faded sign reading, “Mangers only.” He took a moment to asses. It was possible that the unsub was in one of the upper offices. However, Reid assumed that the kidnapper would have made noise if they had tried getting up the stairs, and he would have heard that. With that in mind, he continued moving forward toward the back of the building. The lanky agent was moving faster than Morgan or y/n as his sense of dread increased. He made it to the back of the building and saw the few small, sad windows letting in light into the dim space. Spencer turned around and wondered if the unsub was possibly upstairs. Just as he did this, he heard a creak from the upper level, but it was too late as a figure wearing a mask dropped from the second floor and onto Spencer. 

The figure wasn’t big, but the impact was enough of a surprise that Reid stumbled backward. The figure was holding a loaded gun and smacked Spencer on the temple hard enough to stun him and draw blood. Reid saw stars for a second and grunted. The sound of the commotion echoed through the large room, and y/n and Derek came running. As soon as they saw the figure on top of their friend with a gun pointed at his head, they both slowed and lowered their weapons. The masked figure said, “Good choice. You’re both going to do everything I say, or you’ll be cleaning your colleague's brains out of this dirt. If I even sense you’re trying to trick me I I’ll shoot, do you understand?” 

Helpless, Derek and y/n clearly nodded yes. The figure replied, “Good. You, girl, step over here nice and slow. I have the keys to the car in my back pocket. Come and get them. y/n shot a very small look at Morgan, who nodded for her to do as she was being told. y/n took a step forward, but the figure said, “Stop. First, take your gun and the other agent's gun and set them on the side of the wall over there.” The unsub just turned their chin over to the wall with the windows a few feet away. y/n sighed and disarmed Morgan. She was slow and cautious with her steps. She made sure the unsub could see the weapons with each step so the person wouldn’t do anything to Reid. As soon as the first task was done, y/n continued slowly and painfully doing as she had been told. She didn’t step too close to Spencer, even though she wanted to see how the genius was. Instead, she kept a wide breadth and moved behind the sub. The person was a woman as y/n got closer to the figure. It was obvious despite her baggy clothing. y/n moved her hand to the woman’s back left pocket and fished out the keys. 

Once the keys were free of the unsub's pocket, she said, “Good, now go stand back by the other agent. If I see you do anything with those keys I’ll remind you again that I have a happy trigger finger.” y/n nodded and again moved back to Derek’s side. Both Morgan and y/n cringed, and the woman pistol-whipped Spencer in the head, rendering him unconscious and bleeding in the dirt and silt. The woman then pointed the gun at Morgan and said, “Alright, you two. Move slowly toward the door If either of you try shit it’s curtain for all three of you. Now put your hands above your head and start walking along the left-hand side wall in a single file. The girl goes first. The agents did as told, even though it went against every instinct in their bodies to leave Reid on the ground like this. When Morgan got to the wall, he felt the barrel of the unsub’s gun at his back pressing into the fabric of his shirt. Both y/n and Derek considered how much of a distraction and damage could happen if they could only throw or tip one of the tile-laden shelves over. However, there was too much risk in such an act. No matter what they’d thought of the unsub before, she was far more accomplished than either of them had ever expected. Once the painful process of getting to the door of the building was finished, the woman barked, “Alright, stop both of you.” Both agents again complied, and without any notice, the unsub hit Derek on the head like she had with Reid. The tall athletic agent crumpled to the ground and y/n whipped around to retaliate, but again was met with the barrel of a loaded gun. 

y/n was pissed off that both of her friends had been harmed and asked, “You better have a grand plan here.” There was a scoff and a look of defiance behind the eyes of the unsub who replied, “Oh, I’ve got plans for you. You’re just his type. Now, little miss, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get into that car while I have this little toy pointed at you the whole time. I’ll get into the passenger seat, and you’re going to drive and follow my directions. And don’t think that I’m not willing to kill a fucking FBI agent. There are lots of women that I can use for him, but I think he’s really gonna like you. So let’s get this show on the road before either of your friends wakes up.” The unsub gestured with her chin, a sharp and jagged movement for y/n to move toward the car, which y/n did. y/n kept her hands above her head as she walked. She squinted into the harsh sun as her eyes adjusted to the brightness, which contrasted with the dark of the building interior. 

In the car, y/n carefully turned the key once her captor was inside, the unsub's gun pointed at y/n’s head the whole time. y/n kept her hands steady on the wheel and eyes on the dusty, barely paved roads they were traveling down. The first hour was very stressful and y/n had the feeling that at any might her brains might be blown out of her head. However, after that, the unsub seemed to start to fidget a bit. It seemed she was uncomfortable in her seat with the sun in her eyes and hot with her mask covering her mouth and nose. After a few more minutes, the woman gave up and took off the fabric covering her face, and took a deep breath. y/n still didn’t look at the woman but could tell something had shifted. All the bravado was wearing off as the woman’s adrenaline waned. y/n felt that if she kept not engaging and just doing as told, the unsub would break soon. True to her prediction, a few minutes later the woman said in a shaky voice, “I’m sorry for what’s gonna happen to you. I really am, but I can’t let him down.”

y/n took a split second to look at the blonde-haired woman who looked more like a suburbanite than a kidnapper. y/n placed her gaze back on the paved road and replied. “You don’t have to do this. Whoever makes you do it, we can stop them. We can keep you safe. We’re alone, all you have to do is let me call my team. You have me as collateral already, why not get help?” The unsub was struggling now as she tried not to cry as she replied, “I can’t. I’m sorry, but you’re life isn’t worth what not doing this will cost you. Now, no more talking. You can’t change my mind, just know that I’m sorry.” y/n’s hands tightened on the wheel of the car, with the way the woman was talking, perhaps there was hope of getting out of this situation before it got too out of hand. Now, what it came down to was timing. As much as y/n was concerned for herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer and how he’d looked sprawled out on the ground, blood quickly pooling below his head. The image was going to haunt her until she knew that he was okay. 

y/n and Spencer’s history was complicated by many things. The first was that when y/n had first joined the team, the genius was just coming off Dilaudid, and he had seen y/n’s hiring as a challenge to his role on the team. Therefore, he’d been a bit more than standoffish for a few months, and that had created tension between the team. Finally, Reid saw the failure of his actions and apologized, but the damage to their relationship had been done. It took months for the two younger members of the team to fully mesh. Then they had meshed and meshed well, and Spencer felt stupid for having been so rude at the start of their working relationship. They’d become pretty good friends and then, with a bit of hesitation from Spencer, went on a few dates. It was fun and it felt safe, and so when y/n had asked if he’d wanted to take it further, to try at more commitment, Spencer had gently rejected the idea. He had been too comfortable with what they had to want to risk losing it. That choice had hurt y/n, but she understood where Reid was coming from. After all, he was still only getting his feet back under him from his ordeal with drugs, but that didn’t mean that y/n didn't hold out hope that one day they might be something more. Now, as she got farther and farther away from the team and moved toward the unknown, she prayed that Spence was alright and that he’d find her. Deep down in her heart, she knew that somehow Spencer would always find her in one way or another. 

Reid’s head was pounding, and it felt all fuzzy. Even the low voices in the background seemed distant and far off, even though he knew they were right above him. Then suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, he came back to awareness. He was strapped to a gurney being wheeled toward an ambulance, and the bright light of the outside momentarily blinded him. That didn’t stop him from trying to sit up, but one of the paramedics held his shoulder down and said, “Hold on there, buddy. Everything is going to be okay.” Reid tried to respond, but his mouth felt like cotton. Thankfully, Emily saw him gain awareness, and she and Rossi moved over to his side as he got closer and closer to the ambulance. With some effort, Spencer said, “Where are Morgan and y/n?” Emily shot Rossi a look before replying, “Derek’s already on the way to the hospital. It looks like he got hit a little harder than you.” Spencer nodded, eyes wide, waiting for a comment about y/n. It seemed to take a moment before Rossi then said, “And y/n, well, she got taken by the unsub.” Reid’s eyes went wide, and he repeated, “She was taken?” Emily nodded yes, but quickly said, “But we have a lot of information about the unsub now. Morgan was able to tell us a lot before he was carted off. We have a BOLO on the car, and I’m sure we’ll find y/n soon.” As sure as Spencer was that the BAU was doing everything they could to find y/n a pit of dread formed in his stomach like a thorn in his side, but he didn’t have time to ask for more details as he was loaded into the transport vehicle with Rossi shouting, “We’ll see you at the hospital,” before the doors were closed. 

Before Aaron or Dave even got to the hospital, Reid had been told to lie back down three times as he tried to get up and get some more paper. He was going through sheets and sheets of it, as the drugs he was on were making it hard to remember important details about the unsub. When Hotch did arrive, the leader of the BAU considered saying, “Are we writing a memoir now, Reid?” but refrained. Aaron knew that Spence’s relationship with y/n was complicated. Instead, he just gave the facts they had so far. “y/n’s phone was thrown out of the unsub’s car seventy miles from the warehouse. Garcia is triangulating the area to see if she can find out any more information. Morgan told us what happened to him. I’d like to hear your side of things.” Spencer nodded and looked at his notes, and jumped into his side of things, speaking at a mile a minute. In some moments, Aaron had to slow the agent down so he could catch up with what was being said. 

The hospital had diagnosed Reid with a minor concussion and was required to hold him for seven hours just to make sure that he didn’t have any worse effects than a headache and some blurred vision every now and then. The same thing applied to Morgan, who was also very anxious about getting out of his uncomfortable hospital bed and finding the person who had taken y/n. When he described his experience with the unsub to Emily, he had said, “You know she was such a small figure, I didn’t think she’d have the power to knock me out like that. I mean, her hands looked neat and clean, almost like she had her nails done. That’s not the type of person I expect to be out kidnapping women. I mean she drive a freaking Subaru!” Em had nodded and tried to calm Derek, who kept speaking. “I thought for sure when I came to that y/n would be right there with us, or outside somewhere.” There was a look of sadness and disappointment on Morgan’s face. Emily knew immediately that he must feel like he had failed y/n in some way. The brunette-haired agent stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Morgan’s shoulder and said, “We’ll find her. Derek. We’re gonna get her back or die trying.” 

It felt like hours since y/n had been told to drive and just keep driving. The gas can was almost empty now, and y/n’s own energy reserves had long since left. It was hard for her to even keep her eyes on the road. Thankfully, after over four and a half hours of driving on unnamed roads, the captor and captive arrived at a quaint farmhouse with a white picket fence and an old red Ford parked out front. The house seemed to be three stories with a few pretty windows, and a mother-in-law's house a few feet from the outside of the main home. There was something about that space that leaked an eerie cold into y/n’s bones. Instinctively, y/n shivered and looked back at the main house. There was a little less comfort there, but at least it was better. 

The voice of the unsub shocked y/n back into awareness as she said, “Funny, everyone who comes here has that reaction. Maybe I should have know there was something wrong with him, but I’m just a mom, there’s not much I could do at this point.” y/n furrowed her brows. This was valuable information being given, but she was just too exhausted for the pieces weren’t quite lining up in her head to make a coherent picture. Agent y/l/h did see the large blond-haired man; she was assuming this was the unsub’s husband came up to the driver’s side door of the car. y/n knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. This was a make-or-break moment, maybe she could talk her way out of this, or make a run for it. The image of the woman with the doll mask flashed in front of her, and for a second, y/n considered that there might be a fate worse than death waiting for her inside one of those houses. However, the cold barrel of the woman’s pistol at the temple of her head was enough to remind her she was a federal agent, and she might not be the last victim of this pair of killer kidnappers. If it didn’t end well for her, perhaps it would mean she’d be able to save another woman put in the same position. Not that she thought she was going to die. She was going to do everything in her power to stay alive. 

The man got to the car quickly and opened the door to the car. He made no introductions as he dragged y/n from the seat of the car by her wrists and slipped them into a pair of zip cuffs. When this was done, the man dragged y/n toward the front door of the main house. The man was wearing a bandana that covered his nose and mouth. He hardly looked at y/n as they moved inside. y/n did her best to try and observe things around the first floor of the home. It seemed pretty sparse apart from some family photos and what was probably second-hand furniture that didn’t match at all. y/n looked at one of the photos near the steps up to the second and third floor. The picture showed the family smiling, though it didn’t reach anybody’s eyes but one of the little boys in the image. The mother and father were standing in the back, and each had a hand on a small boy. The father’s hand rested on the older boy’s shoulder while the mother’s dainty hands rested on the younger child’s plaid shirt. It was clear that y/n was looking too hard as her hair was yanked hard by the root, and the man manhandling her said, “Keep moving” in a gruff voice. 

y/n was pulled up all three flights of stairs. In the attic, y/n was hauled to the side of the room near the high window, and her hands were strung up by a hook hanging from the ceiling. The hook was high enough up that y/n’s feet didn’t have much purchase on the ground, and her arms strained as they took most of her weight. She pulled her eyes away from the man who was fiddling with some more zip ties and tried to get a sense of her bearings. The room was large, and there were bottles of cloudy-looking liquids of various colors along with multiple masks like the one found on the victim’s body. From looking out the window, y/n could tell they were very far from anything close to a city. She wouldn’t be surprised if they were multiple towns over from McAllen at this point. The idea was upsetting. They hadn’t driven near any major cities, so it was unlikely that the car she was driving had been picked up on any cameras. The vials on the shelf were a start to something. They looked like embalming fluid that a mortician might use, so perhaps the team could find that helpful if traces were left at the site. y/n found it strange that embalming would be part of the process, as the first victim they had found hadn’t been embalmed. She was so freshly dead, in fact, that rigor mortis hadn’t even set in yet. 

As her legs were attached to the floor with new zipties and a chain, y/n wanted to beg for a chance to be let go, for anything else than what was happening at the moment. However, her tongue felt like lead in her mouth. She tried to say anything but coughed as a rag was roughly pushed in her mouth, followed by a long strip of duct tape over her lips. y/n struggled against the intrusion in her mouth and was quickly rendered blind as a blindfold was placed over her eyes. It became apparent to y/n that something was on the rag as her head felt woozy and she lost consciousness. 

Reid was out of the hospital and panicking over y/n. He hadn’t sat down or stopped moving for hours, even though the doctors had prescribed rest for the next week. Morgan was looking at the tire imprints and had matched them with the type of car the unsub drove, however, the popular model made the information almost useless. Frustrated and upset at not being able to make more progress, Spencer half yelled, “There has to be more. This can’t be all there is.” Hotch looked at the genius from across the table and said, “Reid, calm down. Getting worked up won’t help y/n or anyone else.” At the command, Spence slammed his hands on the table and snapped, “Don’t tell me how to feel, Hotch. I was there, you weren’t.” At the sudden hostility, Rossi quickly stood and said, “Okay, okay, okay, I think it’s time we had a breather outside.” The older agent stood and took Spencer’s arm in his and led the lean man outside the doors of the police station. Reid was flushed and crumpling the medical report he had been holding at the time as he tried to calm down. It was proving harder than he had anticipated. As he and Dave walked in an awkward silence down the empty street, Reid considered that perhaps all of his pent-up feelings for y/n were getting to his head, and her being taken had broken the dam to those buried emotions. 

y/n woke when she was roughly pushed by the shoulder. She grunted against her gag and could see that it was bright outside, possibly a whole day had elapsed since she had gotten to the home of the unsubs. Her blindfold was ripped off along with some strands of her hair, and she blinked back against the brightness of the morning light. It was the man again. It seemed she was going to be working mostly with him for a while, since she was here. That wasn’t a calming thought as he seemed much more guarded -- to the point that he was still wearing a mask to hide his face, even though she’d seen it in the family pictures already. 

The man stepped forward and lowered y/n’s arms from the hook holding them up, and she collapsed to the ground. Her upper limbs ached so much as the blood flowed back down her arms. y/n grunted from the pain as she tried to decide if this hurt more or less than having them raised. Without waiting for y/n to get adjusted, the man stepped back and grabbed some clothes from the floor and tossed them at y/n, stating, “Put these on, now.” y/n shakily looked at the clothes and saw that it was a maid's dress with stockings and long socks along with an apron. y/n didn’t like the look for this and what it meant for her, so she gave a protesting grunt and shook her head no. The male unsub didn’t seem surprised by this as he leaned down and grabbed a bucket. He heaved back and forward and splashed y/n with cold water that shocked y/n into more awareness. 

The water wasn’t exactly cold, but it was so frigid in the attic that it hurt like pins and needles on y/n’s skin. She watched as goosebumps rose on her exhausted arms, and the man said, “You decide, freeze in those clothes or change. I’ll leave you to it.” The unsub moved back to the door, unlocked it with a key, stepped out of the room, and then disappeared. y/n heard the lock click again, and once the sound of steps was gone, y/n let herself sag to the wooden floor. She felt like her whole body was covered with pins and needles, either from the cold or her having been suspended for a few hours uncomfortably. Much to y/n's chagrin, she realized that if she didn’t want to feel like she was freezing to death, changing into the other outfit was the best idea. She crawled to the pile of clothes, grabbed them, and turned her back to the door. She wasn’t sure if the man was going to come back to check on her, but if he was, she wasn’t going to give him a full frontal view. She might be in a tricky situation, but she still had her dignity. With effort and shaking hands, y/n stripped off her wet shirt and pants and quickly changed into the dress. The stockings and long socks were a no-go, but she used them to dry off as much as possible. When that was done, she instantly felt better and then tried to assess her tenable situation further. 

Rossi was looking at and updating the profile. He was tapping his pen against his chin when Aaron came up beside him and said, “Anything new, Dave?” Rossi looked at Hotch and then back to the board; “Well, the unsub being a caucasian isn’t a surprise, having it be a woman is. Though I think it’s most likely a team rather than just one person. The problem with that is that is that then we get more into the drug and cartel territory. It could be a gang initiation type of thing after all.” Hotch nodded along and said, “Women in the cartel aren’t unheard of.” Dave sighed and said, “I know. This is so frustrating, and I’m worried about Reid’s judgment, and not because he has a minor concussion right now.” Now it was Aaron’s turn to sigh, and he peeked over at Spencer, who was on the phone with Garcia. “I know. I’m going to have him, Derek, and Prentiss head back to the site where y/n was taken with some police and K-9 units and see if that can give us more leads. At least it will give Reid something to do. For now, all we can do is look at the records of the missing women who fit the profile so far and keep working. y/n’s tough, she’ll be doing everything she can to stay alive or get back here. 

It was a few hours before y/n was visited again by the man. He seemed agitated, and so was y/n. She was hungry and had to pee in the corner of the room in a bucket that had been placed there, she assumed, for her use. No matter that the act itself felt degrading. y/n had looked out the window, assessed her situation over and over again. All of her gear, including her badge, had been taken. She tried to get out of the zip ties holding her legs, but they were too strong for her to break, and there were no tools for her to reach in the attic. It seemed her only means of escape right now was going to be talking with the male unsub. 

y/n straightened when the man entered the room. She stood up to show that she wasn’t so tired that she couldn’t at least do that. He was carrying a metal folding chair and what looked like a cattle prod. y/n had never seen one before, but she could assume. She swallowed thickly when she made that observation. Not wanting to lose her nerve, y/n started talking, at first a bit shakily, but then recovering quickly: “I was speaking to your partner before, as I was driving her. I told her, and I’ll tell you the same thing. You don’t have to do this. There are programs. You can both get help from the government if you help me.” The man was now setting up the folding chair in the center of the room and chalking a small white circle about an inch away from each of the four legs. He acted as if he couldn’t hear y/n. Not deterred, y/n continued talking, saying, “You know it’s going to be different this time. I’m a federal agent. I can’t just disappear and not come back. My team, they’re looking for me. The BAU has some of the best FBI members in the nation. We were called here to find you, and I found you. I sure a hell don’t plan on letting you take more women. Not while I’m alive.” y/n realized that her last sentence might have been stupid, but she was scared and all she could think of was the face of the woman with the mask, and the face of her teammates. Yes, they drove her crazy sometimes with their antics and snooping into her personal life, but she realized now that she missed them so much. As hard as she tried to see all of them clearly, Spencer’s handsome, sharp face always stayed the longest and clearest. 

y/n was lost in that thought but snapped out of it when the man said sharply, “Sit, now.” y/n bit the inside of her mouth and was about to protest, but the man could see this and said, “Sit or you get 7,000 volts in that pretty hide of yours.” The man had picked up the cattle prod and turned it on and upped the level of electricity running through its prongs. y/n could hear its eerie hum from where she stood. Not wanting a very painful experience, y/n had once been tasered in her N.A.T. days; she did as she was told. The unsub nodded, almost happily as he said, “Now, you’ll sit still, back straight and head up and not move. No moving, no talking.” y/n opened her mouth to say something, but the man held the cattle prod dangerously close to her face. Realizing the man wasn’t joking, nor was he planning on moving anytime soon, y/n did as told again. She realized with a sinking feeling that this situation wasn’t getting any better. For now, all she had on her side was time and the fact that only one victim had been found, which could mean that the unsub was still pretty bad at this and might slip up sometime. 

It had been over an hour, and y/n’s head felt so heavy holding it up that she thought she might faint. The unsub seemed to have no plans of leaving or losing focus as he still had the cattle prod pointed at y/n. Much to y/n’s misfortune, a small piece of dust got breathed in, and she tried to stop herself from sneezing, but couldn’t. After sneezing, the man moved forward and pressed the prod into her side, sending a huge bolt of electricity through y/n, making her jolt in the chair. y/n cried out in pain and said, “FUCK.” The unsub was unhappy about this and hit y/n again with the wand. y/n felt the searing pain go through her again as her body jerked momentarily. The unsub said, “And you were doing so good, bitch. Now we have to start again. What did I say about not moving? Now sit the fuck up and don’t say a word again. I know it hurts, that’s why I’m doing it. No words of pity from you either, I don’t care.” Tears and snot streamed down y/n’s face as she tried to do as told. It hurt so much she wanted to whimper. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long day. 

The BAU was at a house an hour away from McAllen’s city center. The first victim had been identified by their family, and the team had gone out to question the members and see if there were any ties between y/n and the woman found in the field. Aaron, Rossi, and Emily were talking with the parents while Spencer, Derek, and JJ were in the victim’s room speaking with her little brother. Spencer was on the floor and was asking questions of the little boy who was playing with a toy horse. “You were talking about your sister, Caira. That she liked to go out without telling your mom and dad?” The boy nodded and replied, “Yeah, I’d see her sometimes when I was up late watching TV. She’d give me some chocolate or candy to keep quiet about her going out. I think she had a boyfriend or something, she went and said… yucky.” Reid chuckled. He had a feeling that the boy wasn’t supposed to be staying up late watching TV either, but he didn’t say anything about that now. The comment about a boyfriend stuck, and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was significant. 

Spencer asked, “Why do you think she had a boyfriend?” The kid looked up and said, “Ugh. I guess she always talks about it. She thinks she’s old and will never get married. That seems to be the only thing my mom and dad talk about with her sometimes.” Here, JJ stepped forward and asked, “Oh, really? My mom and dad never did that for me. Do they seem happy or sad when they talk to Caira about having a boyfriend?” The boy paused his playing and furrowed his small brow before saying, “Mad. My sister wants to go out and date, but they want her to court, whatever that is.” Spencer looked at JJ and then around the room, the multitude of crosses told a story of high control and religious belief. Perhaps this was one of those families that expected women to stay at home until they were married, and dating was off the table unless it was under the guise of courting. JJ swallowed hard. She’d had friends who were in those kinds of situations, and it never seemed like a good situation. That uncomfortable feeling did give them both an idea where to look next: the church the family attended. 

y/n had spent all day being cattle prodded and sitting as still as possible, but not still enough to not be tazed. When she was left alone, she had just enough energy to pull up her skirt and see the burn scar where the electric current had entered her body. She cringed and then lay on the ground and let herself fall asleep. The next morning, y/n was woken by the sound of an augment just outside the door to the attic. She could hear the male unsub say, “It’s too soon. She’s not ready.” And then the woman who had taken her responded, “We have to! He’s asking for another new one, and you know how he gets.” There was a big sigh from the man that sounded like a concession, and then the door opened. The man was holding the cattle prod and some scissors, and y/n cringed at the sight of the items. Her body was so cold and stiff from yesterday that she could hardly move. The woman stepped forward and said, “We’re going to move you to where you’re going to be from now on. If you do well, when he’s not in the room, you can do as you please, eat, and even use the bathroom. This is a tester run for you, so don’t fuck it up.” y/n swallowed and wondered who this mysterious “he” was. Was there a third unsub? It was all highly unusual, and that was saying something for a BAU case. 

The man set the cattle prod aside and stepped close, cutting y/n’s zipties holding her feet to the ground. y/n knew that now was the time to fight, to run for it. Even two against one, she could make an attempt, but she was so tired. The lack of food and treatment from yesterday had left her with no reserves. In fact, she was shocked that she was awake right now. The man grabbed her hair and pulled her face up. He looked at the woman and said, “Give me the mask.” The female unsub stepped forward, and to y/n’s dismay, she was holding the masks that the first victim had been wearing. It wasn’t perfect, but it had an uncanny resemblance to her face. The man slipped the two elastic straps over her head, and the mask fit snugly to y/n’s face. The eyes had been cut out so y/n could see, and breathing holes drilled for the nose and mouth. Once this was done, the man looked at the woman and said, “You take her and explain the rest. You want the cattle prod?” The female unsub nodded no and replied, “No. You know I hate that thing. I’ve got my gun. I’ll just use that.” The man sighed and replied, “Fine, as long as you don’t get trigger-happy,” before standing and leaving the room. 

y/n was led out the door on shaky feet and legs. She felt like she might vomit, but stopped herself before doing so in the restrictive mask was a recipe for disaster. The eye holes weren’t very large on the face covering either, so it was hard to use her peripheral vision to see more than what was just in front of her. However, y/n didn’t need any of those things to feel the pistol at the base of her spine. She stumbled her way out to the smaller house just across from the main house. As soon as y/n got into the smaller home, she felt a huge amount of dread press on her chest. Everything was immaculate, and the scent of candles permeated the room. Not only was that unnerving enough, but the worst thing was the fact that there were three other women, also with masks, sitting in the chairs at the main table, looking either blankly out the window, the wall, or the clock. All three women, also wearing masks, turned their heads, nodded robotically at the woman and y/n’s entrance, and went back to their blank stares. y/n felt sick. It was like there was nothing left of the women in the room. y/n didn’t have much time to think about it as she was pushed into another room that was functioning as a dining room. There was a small table with four chairs, a window, and a cabinet full of china. There were lots of candles in candelabras on the dark wood table, dripping wax onto the surface. The female unsub led y/n to the corner of the room and said, “You stand here. You don’t move. No matter who or what comes into this room, you don’t do anything. If you want to live through the day, you’re going to do this. If you need to use the facilities, there’s a bathroom upstairs. Don’t take more than ten minutes before you’re back in this room. We have cameras everywhere, so don’t think that you can just try and run. My husband, as much as a pussy as he is, will shoot you if you step a foot out of this house. If you do as I say, I’ll give you some food tonight and let you sleep in an actual bed. 

y/n nodded and mentally agreed to do as told. She was still very convinced that the team was doing everything to find her, and she’d rather be found dead than alive. Given the last two days, y/n these unsubs were people who didn’t joke around or do power plays for fun. If they said something, they meant it. y/n moved to the corner and stood still, head up and back straight. The other woman in the room seemed to relax as she said, “Good. He’ll like that. He might not pay attention to you today, but you should pay attention to him.” With those cryptic words, the unsub moved out of the room. 

Meanwhile, an hour away in McAllen, the team was approaching a mortuary on the far side of town. They were very sure they had found the correct business that the unsub team lived in. The funeral home and morgue were split-level. Rossi and Spencer had noticed he oddities around a man in the Jehovah’s Witnesses records. That was the denomination that the first unsub had subscribed to and the services she had attended. The man, Rory McPine, had seemed a normal man on the surface, but looking into him more, his business seemed shady. He worked with a lot of chemicals, including porcelain and iron, another red chalking substance like terra cotta. There was also the money laundering and the one attempted trespassing charge that had been dismissed, oddly. The nail in the coffin of the team's assumption? The family home that Rory had tried to trespass on was next to the first victim's home. There was a young woman living there who was the same age as the first victim, and she attended the same church as the other two had. The facts all pointed to him. As the team screeched in front of the funeral home, Aaron stepped out and grabbed a megaphone, saying, “Rory McPine, come out of the building with your hands up. We have you surrounded.” 

Back at the small house, y/n was still standing in the corner of the room and looking out the window. Interestingly, another car had pulled up, and a woman got out of the car with a bottle of wine and what looked like a sympathetic demeanor. y/n thought about running forward and yelling for help, but she stopped herself. Maybe this was a test, and there was the fact that the female unsub had threatened death by shotgun, which y/n didn’t fancy either. After a short while, the sound of the door opening made y/n hyper-aware. After a second, a young boy with a life-size doll came into the room and sat down at the table. One of the other victims came in shortly after with a tray that held a glass of juice, an apple, and what smelled like a bowl of Kraft Mac and Cheese. The woman set the tray down in front of the boy and then silently moved back out of the room. It wasn’t the food that y/n was looking at, however, even if she did feel very, very hungry. What had her attention was the child-like “doll in the room.” As y/n kept looking at the item, she started for very much believe that the doll wasn’t a doll at all. Instead, she surmised that it was a child that had died and been turned into some kind of abhorrent plaything for the living boy in the room. y/n now knew what was going to happen to her. She was to become one of these things, like the other women in the room. She and the team had been wrong. The unsubs hadn’t had much experience; they’d had so much experience that they didn’t miss anymore, and she was to be their next collectible. 

Outside the funeral home, Rory was being taken back to the station for an interview. JJ and Spencer were going with the police, and the rest of the BAU stayed behind to process the scene the find y/n. But they wouldn’t find her here or in McAllen at all. But they weren’t to know that for a few hours yet. In the freezing interrogation room, Reid and JJ were playing good cop, bad cop with the supposed unsub. Even though Spencer didn’t look that intimidating, he could be very scary when he wanted to be, and he was doing a stellar job of that now. He wasn’t wasting any time trying to get y/n back. He slammed his hands against the hard table, making it and Rory jump as he shouted, “WHERE IS Y/N!” The man sat back, in p daze, and said, “Like I said, I’ve never heard or seen this woman before in my life.” Reid huffed and let JJ take a chance as the softer spoken liaison moved forward and asked, “Fine, you’ve never heard of agent y/l/n, but you have heard and seen Gillian Kary as fast as last weekend ago. Why were you trying to get on her property unseen? That’s not normal.” The man flushed and muttered something under his breath before Spencer shot him a glare that could melt lava. Rory sighed and said in an ashamed voice, “We’re swingers. If the church ever found out I was sleeping with a married woman, it would be curtains for me, but it’s looking like it’s curtains for me already anyway. I might as well throw my spiritual reputation in with the kitchen sink, too.”

At this revelation, even Spencer couldn’t keep up his tough guy facade, and he said, “You’re a swinger, really?” The man nodded, not having noticed Spencer’s change in tone as he replied, “I didn’t think I’d like that kind of life, but ever since my wife died, I’ve been lonely. When Gillian told me she had an open relationship, how could I refuse?” JJ and Spencer looked at each other with shocked expressions, and Reid asked, “What evidence do you have of this affair, and are you having affairs with other women in the area?” Again, Rory nodded, defeated as he laid out the complicated details of his personal life. It was like listening to a novella. When the interrogation was finished, Spencer called the team to give them the update and see if they’d found anything yet, though at this point he doubted it. There was a tone of despair with him as he made the call. They were no closer to finding y/n than they had been four hours ago. 

It was three agonizing days later until the tip came in from one of the unsubs themselves that led the team to the horror that was the Castel house. Derek had picked up the tipline phone when it had started ringing, and right away, he knew this was different. The tone was frantic, desperate as the woman on the other end of the line said, “I know where your missing agent is. You have to come here, fast.” Morgan flagged the rest of the team as he put the women on speaker and hit the record button. Derek cleared his throat and said, “Alright, stay calm. Where are you, and is the missing agent with you?” The woman said softly, “517, West Circle Dr. Hialgo, TX.  78692.” As soon as the address was given, Derek handed the phone off to an officer. Aaron already had the spot pulled up on GPS, and Garcia had transferred the phone to Spencer’s cell so he could still talk to the unsub as long as possible. Keep her distracted. 

In the vans, Reid asked, “Why call now? What has you so spooked that you want help from the FBI?” The woman on the other end of the line took a shaky breath and said, “My son wants me dead. I can’t die like those things. He’s wanted me dead for years. Please, please hurry. My husband can only keep Jimmy distracted for so long.” Spence cared less about that than getting to y/n, but it was keeping him distracted. The addition of who might be a third unsub was surprising, but he kept his calm. That calm didn’t remain as the vans finally screeched to a halt in front of the unsub's idyllic-looking home. There were police choppers in the air, and the whole team, plus a squad of officers, got out. Even before Rossi could get on the megaphone, a woman came out of the main house with her hands up, along with a boy and what looked like his father from another smaller structure. The child, upon seeing his mother, ran and began kicking, screaming, and clawing at her chest and face. He did so hard enough to draw blood from the woman’s cheek. The mother figure tried to fight off the boy, but she didn’t have to as a police officer pulled the child away from the woman. Right after she was cuffed and the older man was as well. Spencer, who was standing next to Derek, demanded of the woman, “Where are your victims. Where! Are! They!” The woman looked shocked but nodded her head toward the small house. Reid didn’t take any time to wait, or think, or do anything else but run to the little home and burst open the door to look for y/n. 

Thankfully, there was no bobby trap or deception, a he hardly noticed the other women who hadn’t moved much, even though there seemed to be chaos outside. In the central room, Reid found y/n. She was standing by the wall and looking out the window with no apparent response. Her mask was still on, and she was wearing a pristine maid outfit. Her left hand clung to a medical stand that had an IV attached. Spencer noticed it going into her arm, and he found this distressing. But what was most distressing was that y/n didn’t seem to notice him at all, even as he got close and called her name; there was no response. When Aaron and Emily entered the room and took in everything else, she still just stood stock still, not saying or moving at all. The only thing y/n seemed interested in doing was looking out the window with a distant gaze. 

In an attempt to get y/n to feel more comfortable, Spencer gently moved his hands up to her mask to remove it, but as soon as he attempted to pry it from her face, a horrifying realization hit him. The mask had been glued directly to her skin. There were breathing holes for her mouth and nose, and blank spots for her eyes, but the rest of her face was fully covered. It explained the need for an IV, but not what Reid could do to remove the mask. He turned to Aaron, mouth agape as he said in a whisper, “She needs 9-1-1.” Hotch nodded and replied, “They’re already on their way. ETA five minutes.” Aaron looked just as horrified as Spencer did, perhaps for different reasons, but Reid couldn’t look at his boss's face any longer like that. He turned back to y/n, who was back at the window looking out again, like it was her job. Even though it was against protocol, Reid took a chair from the side of the room and placed it behind y/n. He gently touched her hand and said, “Hey, y/n. It’s Spencer, why don’t you try and sit down for a minute? You must be tired standing like that all the time.” There was only silence, and when Reid gently pushed y/n into the seat of the chair, she only stayed for half a second before she was standing again. With nothing left to do but wait, Reid just stood by y/n, hoping in some way he could offer her some support, even if she didn’t know it was him, which was increasingly becoming a possibility. 

The next day, Spencer was waiting for news from the hospital, and Rossi and Emily were with the female unsub to get her story. The woman looked defeated; she’d already agreed to tell everything for a lighter sentence. Rossi was leaning forward on the table and said, “So you’re telling me your oldest son, Jimmy, he’s the one behind all this. Forgive me if I don’t believe you that a twelve-year-old boy captured and turned ten adult women into some kind of doll.” The unsub sighed and said, “If he could, he would. He’s always been a cruel boy. He had a hard birth, maybe that started it all off wrong.” Emily frowned and said, “Forget about the birth. Get to the part where you start kidnapping women.” The other woman flinched and said, “It was after I had my second son. Jimmy hung around his father in that workshop. All those chemicals and cutting animals open to preserve them. I think he… he got ideas. When Ben was five, Jimmy, he.” It didn’t seem like the woman would be able to finish the sentence, but Em slammed her hands on the table, saying, “What did Jimmy do?” Tears were streaming down the woman’s face as she said, “He cut up Ben and tried to stuff him in his father's workshop. My husband found him and… couldn’t bear it, so he finished the job. Jimmy liked the idea, he wanted to do me next, so we’ve been finishing substitutes, you know. I’m still his mother, he needs me.” Rossi wasn’t impressed and he asked, “Do you really think the courts will forgive you because you tortured women into becoming playthings for your son. Just because you didn’t kill them didn’t mean you haven’t destroyed their lives. I hope you get the sentence that you deserve, and I hope you remember their faces every day of your life, however long it is.” With that, the pair left the room. They had what they needed, and a story that would keep them up for days as well. 

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Spencer, Aaron, and JJ waited for information about y/n. It felt like hours because it was hours before a doctor came and called the small group back to the hallway near the entrance to the emergency room. There was a bustle of activity near the swinging doors. The man looked weary as he said, “Ms. y/l/n is as stable as she can be at the moment. She hasn't been woken since her surgeries, but my guess will be that she will be fully unresponsive to stimuli, as you’ve stated she was before arriving at the hospital. Apart from the uncertainty of her mental state, it was necessary to stabilize her. She was malnourished and needed treatment for severe burns on her side. It seems she was electrocuted multiple times in the same spot, which resulted in needed treatment of the skin treatment. There was a long pause before the man said the worst of it. “As for the mask removal, it was possible, but latex glue was used, and that is highly corrosive to human skin. Removing i,t unfortunately, only worsens the condition of the dermis. Most of Ms. y/n’s facial skin has been removed. The team is looking at starting a skin graft, but we need to let the patient stabilize first. Her recovery, whatever it might be, will be long and painful. She won’t be the same once she wakes, I’m afraid. 

The team took in the information with varying responses. JJ looked like she was going to be sick. Aaron was as stoic as ever, and Spencer gritted his teeth so hard that he could have ground diamond with them. After a few deep breaths, Reid asked, “Can I sit with her?” Hotch almost said something, but stopped himself, his telling Spencer it would make no difference wouldn’t help the situation any. The doctor hesitated but nodded, and he and Reid walked back to the room together. Aaron was about to call the rest of the team and give them an update, but JJ stopped him before he could, saying, “Spence won’t be the same either. You know that, right?” Aaron didn’t have to say anything as he gave a stiff nod and then walked off to make the call to Rossi. 

In y/n’s room, Spencer sat close enough to touch y/n. He looked at her face, which was almost fully wrapped in medical gauze. No one was there to see Reid cry, sobbing into his own shoulder. He whispered to an unconscious y/n, “I’m going to fix this, I promise,” but deep down inside, Reid knew y/n, his y/n was gone forever. She would always be someone else’s doll. 

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[moonstruckme]

Hello!! I was reviewing your request rules before sending this so I hope this fits what you want/are okay with. I love poly marauders and LOOOVE the smut you write for them specifically. Knowing how hard it is to manage four people in that environment and me having too many ideas I’d love to send to you about it, can I make it easy and request a canon list about them and sex? Like who usually initiates, who’s the most surprising in bed, who’s the biggest brat and the most dom, what some of their favorite kinks are, etc? Besides that, one question I do have specifically I always wonder is it always group sex with them? Or do they all go at it in just pairs of two as well? Sorry for the long post I just cannot get them off my mind and you are my favorite author

Hey angel, yeah this is cool! I’m gonna try to address your questions in order haha but this did get long so I’m gonna put the rest below (minors dni please)

I think they could all initiate, but I see Remus initiating the least, or if he does he makes someone else (probably Sirius) think it was their idea. Most surprisinggggg might also be Remus? Depending on how you characterize him honestly, but I feel like I often imagine him being relatively quiet and doting most of the time so him becoming so commanding in the bedroom would catch me pretty offguard. And he’s so casual about it too! I remember reading in atyd that he learned how to tell Sirius “no” in a particular tone to get him to listen which is so sly but so unlike how he is most of the time and that’s canon to me lol. I am of the opinion that Sirius would only be willingly dominated by Remus, that said he is still the biggest brat because he’s teasing everyone just for his own amusement from the second he gets in the mood. Remus is also the most dominant but really that’s pretty flexible, I think he’s more stern or more lenient depending on who he’s talking to and what they want from him, I see him being quite soft with James especially and probably reader (though ofc that depends on reader’s personality too) but firm with Sirius because that’s what he responds best to. In terms of kinks, I see Remus as pretty vanilla honestly, like his joints hurt so he just wants to have a good time but in a relatively simple way; James I think is also pretty vanilla just veryyyy into praise and probably a bit of a breeding kink (it pains me to say because I don’t like that at all lmao, but that man is family oriented), I think he could probably be talked into most anything you wanted but he draws the line at any sort of pain/fear play or anything that feels like he’s disrespecting you, he wants to cater to what you’re into but he cannot be the bad guy it would be too upsetting for him; Sirius I think will try absolutely anything once, like he will want to check in fairly often that you’re having fun but I could see him fucking with anything with knife play to piss honestly, he’s just open minded lol, I think his favorite go-to though is bondage and idk if this counts but he’s biting you everywhere he can fs. I don’t think it always has to be group sex! I mean you want to make sure no one (Sirius) ever feels neglected, but i imagine it’s probably not rare for two or three of you to only be available/in the mood at the same time so it could totally happen that way. Noooo worries babe haha my response was definitely longer than your ask, and this was fun thanks!

[mananoir]

Hiii really loved ur sol and adhd reader hc's, would you mind writing smth about sol dating an autistic mc that has trouble picking up social cues ?If you don't mind<33

Sol dating someone with autism!

♱ Hi<3 thanks for this request, soon I’ll have even more hc’s coming out so please don’t hesitate to add your requests.

♱ This isn’t really my best work at all as I struggled to make this as inclusive as possible while also having to add Sols yandere in, But I do hope you enjoy it!

♱ IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT GOOD🙏

If you have trouble picking up social cues and struggle understanding body language Sol will become more direct but gentle with his ideas, he’ll also this its really cute when you are oblivious to his flirting.

Y/n and Sol were sitting together in art talking about their task. “And I think we should do a portrait of you but like add dark things in the backdrop, you know?” Y/n noted as they looking around and noting things in their notebook. “A portrait of me?” Sol says a bit shocked “Are you sure you’re not making this an excuse to stare at me longer?” Sol teasing Y/n trying to flirt with them. “Hmm?” Y/n says in response “well yeah, it’s for work of course I need to look at you.” Y/n blurts out not understanding that Sol was flirting with them, Sol chuckles while resting his head on the desk looking up at y/n “God you’re so cute pumpkin.” He mumbled trying to stay calm “Pardon” y/n replied, “hmm? Oh nothing let’s get back to work.”

If you also struggle with verbal communication Sol will be so patient with you it’s pathetic, he’s such a softie when it comes to you and making sure you feel comfortable.

Y/n, Hyugo and Sol were all out in town, hanging out in the arcade. Sol was standing next to Y/n as they both watched hyugo try and win a plushie. Y/n isn’t always this quiet, it makes Sol worried as he watches his pumpkin scratch their knuckles trying to regulate themselves. “Hey, you good?” Sol asks delicately, waiting for a response but all he gets is a thumbs up. Sol frowns grabbing Y/n’s hand giving it a squeeze, he leans down and whispers in their ear “I’m here for when you want to talk.”

When it comes to stimming he’ll definitely be interested in them at first especially if you have vocal stims, sometimes just to tease you he’ll repeat them back to you. If biting is one of your go to stims (like me again) he’ll 1000% let you bite his finger, just don’t bite too hard or Sol might get too excited!

Sol was hanging out with Y/n in their apartment, both sitting on a couch watch a movie. watching very intensely, when in the corner of Sol’s eyes he sees Y/n biting their finger. without even thinking he offers them his finger, “go on.” Sol says, not even a couple seconds later he feels his fingers being bit down on by a set of teeth. After a while Y/n starts to bite down harder, not even noticing how weak and desperate Sol looked as he held back whimpers.

If you get triggered by loud noises When you guys are going to loud places he never ever lets you forget your headphones, he can’t have his pumpkin getting overwhelmed.

Hyugo, Sol and Y/n were getting ready to head into town, Sol and Hyugo are ready they are just waited for y/n to finish. Once Y/n does finish getting ready they walk out say “right let’s go!” Hyugo replies with a chuckle “took you long enough.” As both Hyugo and Y/n start to walk out Sol stops Y/n. “here you forgot to grab these.” Sol says while handing y/n their headphones smiling.

[cogentsummoner]

Hiii!

First off, Ch10 was so good omggg!! I was laughing so hard at Smite being like erm actually, you’re committing a crime even though he’s literally the most feared villain in Japan and I’m sure he’s done FARRR worse than breaking down your friend/partner’s door to look after them besides like they said ‘no harm done’

I seriously love your writing and your AUs so much!! I can’t wait for Ch11!

I was wondering if you might be open to writing a little drabble (I think that’s the right word?? Sorry I’m not good with terms) with Smite and Yagi (I know they’re the same person but since the reader at the current part of the story uploaded still thinks they’re separate you could do both, or either it’s completely up to you!) comforting with the reader in the soulmate AU? Or just villain!Toshi if you’d rather completely up to you ofc!

Obviously you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured to in any way but I absolutely love your writing! Thank you so much for blessing us all with your amazing fics! Hope have a great rest of your week ^^

i'm so glad you enjoyed chapter 10! thank you for reading! and yeah, i can do something like that. i've actually been thinking about writing something like this for a while, so this is dedicated to everyone who just needs the mental image of smite pampering them after a rough day at work.

There was still a rush of giddiness that swept through All Might every time he used the key you'd given him to your apartment. It was proof- real, tangible proof- that you wanted him there. You were, quite literally, inviting him in.

...Sometimes he got so excited that he accidentally smooshed the key out of shaped in his giant hands, and he'd needed you to use your Quirk on it.

He took a minute before opening the door the check himself over- the more comfortable he was around you as Yagi, the more he had to remind himself to make sure he was in the right form. He'd almost walked through the door in his frail form far too many times already.

"Pumpkin! I bought dinner!" he called out. When no response came, he frowned. Your work shoes were by the door, and your bag had been thrown on the couch. Setting down the bag of takeout he'd gotten on the kitchen table, he began to look for you.

He quickly found you in your bedroom, laying face down on your bed, still in your work clothes. You were snoring faintly; the sight would've made him smile, normally, but your brows were furrowed, even in your sleep.

"Pumpkin- pumpkin, hey, it's time to wake up," he said quietly, shaking your shoulder just a little bit. You woke up almost immediately, an irritated grunt leaving you as you turned to look at him.

You looked like shit, to be honest, and the disgruntled look on your face wasn't helping. You sat up, a huff leaving you. Your hair was disheveled, and you looked exhausted.

"Day was that bad, huh?" he said sympathetically, rubbing his thumb across your cheek comfortingly. You let out a long sigh, and nodded. "...Do you want a hug?"

When you nodded again, he picked you up gently, wrapping his arms around you- you were almost entirely swallowed in his embrace, and seemed very, very content with that, pressing your face further into his chest.

As he held you, he played absentmindedly with your hair. "I got your favorite takeout for dinner," he said quietly, and tension leaked out of your body.

"-hank you," you mumbled, almost entirely muffled by his pecs.

"Why don't you take a nice, hot- well, shower I suppose. You really need to get a bathtub, pumpkin," he commented.

You made a noncommittal noise and said, "When we move we can find somewhere that has a tub. Maybe we can even find one big enough to fit you."

"... When are we moving?" he asked, confused.

You looked up at him and blinked. "You know, when we move in together? Like most couples do?"

Oh. Oh, you were- you were thinking about a future together. About- about being a normal couple, about living together-!

Maybe he teared up a little. Just a little!

You wiped his tear away with a tired smile. "It really is cute how excited and emotional you get over us just being a normal couple."

"Stop," he huffed, his face turning red with embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he said, "You- you should take a nice hot shower while I heat up dinner."

You came out of the bathroom a little while later, in your comfiest pair of pajamas, looking a lot more refreshed. Before you could sit down at the kitchen table, however, All Might picked you up in one hand, and both of your dishes in the other.

You giggled at his antics, and he delighted in the sound.

"I was thinking... dinner and a movie tonight? Whatever you wanna watch, pumpkin," he said, setting your bowls down on the coffee table, before setting you down on his lap on the couch.

Your smile this time was a little less tired, and you leaned up to press a kiss to his mouth.

"Thank you, bunny. You... you're really sweet, you know that?" you said as you snuggled against him.

His cheeks flushed red. "I just... I just want to make you happy," he mumbled, almost shyly.

You rested your hand on his. "You do."

...Maybe he teared up a lot that time.

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[askssgenerations]

is this based off of the other “ask the sonic verse” that’s popular right now?

If you’re talking about the amazing ask blog by @asksonicverse (which everyone should check out by the way), then yes, partially. However, there’s a ton of amazing sonic (and other characters!!) ask blogs right now. I’ve been inspired by all of them, and even just the concept of crossovers in general, to make this blog. (Spiderman No Way Home you will always be famous)

For me, it’s very hard to draw because I never have ideas on the spot. As a result, and ask blog is perfect for someone like me because it’s me drawing reactions to things that people ask! Plus everyone can interact with the characters and be a part of the plot themselves.

However, my ask blog will be going in a different direction. For one, I’ll be “focusing” the most on the movie versions of Sonic and Shadow. They’re my personal favorites, and character wise they both have a lot of room to grow. Which is great for the 🎉 plot 🎉 of this blog!

My cast is also going to be different because I just watched different Sonic media. There’s obviously the movie verse and SxS gen (which this blog is named after btw), but I do plan to include other favorites of mine like Sir Lancelot and Frontier’s Sonic. Both of which who don’t have a Sonic/Shadow counterpart in their verse. Well.. (frontiers does but it’s a one-off line so we’re ignoring it for now)

I also do plan to include Boom because they’re objectively the funniest, and Prime because of how it ties in with multiverse aus. The current version of this blog would have a similar but different cast, because frankly, I’m not interested in the exact same things as any other ask blog author! I’ve never touched the IDW or Archie comics, and I watched bits and pieces of different media so I wouldn’t be able to write everyone well. Which is how I got this cast!!

In all, I totally get why you asked and I appreciate the question! But, I do plan on making this different from other ask blogs, I got a different cast and a different plot. It’s what makes everything so fun! No one’s blog is the same, and I hope that you’ll stick around for the long haul in mine!

[tridentkickflipper123]

Do you like any of the other Jashlings outside of CCCC, and would you ever draw em one day in the far future? Just curious! :p

(long answer incoming. apologies in advance orz)

I won't lie, I'm kind of like… extremely boring… when it comes to the Jashlings outside of CCCC… unlike with HMS there's not really a far enough degree of separation for me to really envision them as distinct characters? to me they're just like… Chonny Jash and then Chonny Jash again but in a different outfit this time. which I know also applies to HMS obviously, but hopefully you get what I'm trying to say

(I'm aware I'm very much the minority in this kind of thinking and I highly hope this doesn't come across as judgmental or anything. as far as I'm aware CJ is okay with people essentially making different little sonas for him. I think as long as everyone is having fun then things should be okay. I just want to explain my own reasoning as to why I personally don't draw them the same way I do with HMS. this is also the same reason as to why I don't really draw Whole a lot)

THAT BEING SAID!!! I do actually want to make art for his original songs and covers outside of CCCC :} I've planned to for a long time… it's just that CCCC occupies a huge part of my brain space right now, so it's hard to make myself draw art outside of it (especially when I realize like 'oh wait, I could be drawing Soul right now, as if I haven't done that about a thousand times before' and I immediately go do exactly that. which probably speaks lengths of my attention span and self control. LOL)

I've had a couple art ideas for The Forest for the Trees and 20XX which I'd love to get to in the future! though both ideas are pretty ambitious as they also involve 3D modeling, so those will probably take me a long time to even make… orz… but I think they're neat ideas so I want to try my best with them still, especially since I really love both songs a lot

in addition to that, whenever I listen to Chonny's Inferno I always picture a full animated MV in my head… which of course I absolutely do not have the energy to do in its entirety on my own LOL. but I think a short animatic for it like I did with RoE would be fun… and if possible I'd like to animate a little something for his And If I Did, You Deserved It cover as well (the tiny man band version. it's literally so peak to me)

but yeah, all in all I'd love to draw more stuff for CJ's other projects :} I really love his music work in general and I have endless appreciation for him as an artist. and I do think his work outside of CCCC should be recognized more! maybe that sounds disingenuous coming from someone who really only draws CCCC stuff… but I swear I listen to his other music too, even if I don't really bring it up as often

so all in all, uhhh...

TL;DR: Yeah

[spinnysocks]

spinny!! I’m curious, what got you into the lion guard?

EHEHEE YAY I LOVE ASKS LIKE THIS!! don't mind me rambling about how i got into it :3

i watched the lion guard originally as a young teen! my memories are foggy, so i can't say how much i liked it, but i do remember ono being my favourite and that i watched enough to remember a lot of the episodes when i revisited it a few years later. i rewatched it out of childhood nostalgia and curiosity - i wanna say around 2020 maybe? - and developed a hyperfixation on it, specifically on janja! back then, i kinda only cared about his character and a few others such as timon, pumbaa, scar and kiburi, though janja was the character who i was actually interested in. i had even bought a lion king notebook to write a snippet of an au i had for him, i still have it lmaoo

because of how my hyperfixations work, i get obsessed over one fandom for a while until it switches to another. for instance, most of last year i hyperfixated on the madagascar movies - those periods of hyperfixating would last anywhere from hours to months until shifting to, for example, the lion guard. it also wasn't my main fandom at the time, madagascar was. that changed in november last year, when i found that there was a LOT of cool lion guard content on here (especially @devilsrecreation's outlanders posts!). i began to interact a little bit which made me hyperfixate on it even more. i made my first lion guard post in december, and that's where my posting and very long hyperfixation on it began!! since then i've had like a landslide of constant thoughts about this silly show, and i've picked up a lot of new favourite characters along the way (such as kiburi and his float, beshte, goigoi, dogo, literally all of the outlanders...). i've barely shifted hyperfixations since then and the show has very swiftly become a favourite media of mine! :3

so, i guess seeing content being made AND making my own has made me hyperfixate on it endlessly (/pos btw). i've specifically hyperfixated on the outlanders as you can probably tell lol. essentially, ✨the power of hyperfixations✨ lead me to being on and posting on this site, but the show has always been for me since i was a teen c:

[javierduffy]

After they've been together for a while and Kieran's come out of his shell a bit (esp around the rest of the gang) for some reason I can imagine him just being like. Very forward. Not outright flirty but he loves Javier SO MUCH he's practically vibrating with it. It's spilling from his mouth every time he talks w/ him. Not right out of the gate, though. He starts with small comments in the morning. A compliment here, a cheesy line there. But by the end of the day if you listen closely you can hear an increasing amount of stutters from Javirr's guitar and Kieran knows he's got him when he looks away he's so flustered and the whole time Kieran's just blinking innocently and grinning like mad he's so in love UGH. If he does not kiss his bf breathless within the next 10 seconds he WILL explode

NOOO I AGREE COMPLETELYYYYY YOU GET ME YOU UNDERSTAND !!! kieran, as shy (if you want to call keeping your mouth shut to spare yourself the trouble of getting shot in the head “shy”) and awkward as he is, speaks his mind and is willing to be quite verbal about what he’s thinking ! i listened to his ambient voice lines the other day and he really is very vocal when he doesn’t feel that being the alternative would jeopardize his wellbeing, and i think the reason people don’t notice is because when he’s challenged, he’s often willing to fold on his perspective, mostly just to preserve his own safety because of his audience. i mean, he literally FORCED the vdl’s to take him in, and he often bows up at arthur and will challenge/confront him (because he’s most familiar with him). plus, he’s very openly complimentary towards mary-beth, even as early as horse-shoe. kieran duffy has little to no problems with speaking if you really listen !

so absolutely yes he does say what’s on his mind even and especially when it comes to javier. hell, i believe that kieran complimented him even before they got together, before javier even liked him (or acted like it, at least). he’s just a lover at heart ! i think that would be one of the reasons that javier becomes less hostile towards kieran to begin with- because kieran is so gentle with everyone, and initially, javier is always shocked when he isn’t the exception, even when he generally avoids him or even treats him outright poorly. kieran’s gentility isn’t a survival skill, it’s an innate part of who he is. so even before he’s especially comfortable with javier, on rare occasion, kieran would say a “you look nice today, mister !” or a “you’ve got that knife looking mighty spiffy, would love something like that for myself some day.” before he can really even think about it. it always pissed javier off, of course, because ‘that stupid pretty, sweet, charming, handsome bastard of an o’driscoll has no right to even look at him, nonetheless like him or anything he does ! and it certainly didn’t feel good to hear him say it !’.

but when they get together, kieran’s compliments change- not only because javi now knows that he means them from a full homo place, but because kieran is now able to say things that have been on his mind for months. when they’re away from camp, kieran swoons and fawns and waxes poetry as best his awkward and mildly educated self can. i really believe that it takes him no time at all (i say this, i mean a month or so) to work up to jumping into sharing his adoration when they’re alone, because when javier finally chose him back, kieran got his permission to love him, and he’d been waiting on that for ages. kieran duffy has been starving for love for all 23 years of his life, and he’s got such a craving for it that it makes him the best cook in the world because then every crumb matters. being a lover with no one to love has left kieran with a keenly honed sense of adoration- a natural skill he has sharpened to a perfect point in all of his quiet isolation. javier practically drowns in it once he’s exposed to the full capacity of it. you’re absolutely right that it isn’t too long before kieran has javier wrapped perfectly, lovingly, obediently around his finger. when kieran sits politely on the bedroll next to his beautiful musician as he plays for his usual crowd of outlaws, when he peers over at him through long brunette lashes, when javier can feel his gaze on his fingers as they pluck the strings (and some rare nights, javier knows exactly what kinds of thoughts are in kieran’s mind, which only flusters him further. especially when kieran feigns innocence if ever accused of lust, all the way up until they’re alone, in which he’s quite happy to share imagery from his vivid imagination.). usually, though, kieran wants nothing more out of it than to let javier know just how much he adores him, how pretty he thinks he is, how perfect his voice is, how every little thing about him drives kieran crazy- and it’s out of lack of recent exposure that javier’s tolerance for it all is so low. that’s what he tells himself, anyway. kieran may not be a poet, but he’s sure honest, and sometimes, that hits harder than elegant prose.

i do so love the thought of a flustered javier, especially when he’s the one who is supposedly the “romantic” of the two. man can dish it out but he can’t take it </3 kieran sparingly shares touches with him throughout the day as well, placing a hand on the back of javier’s collar when he’s leaning over his shoulder to peer at whatever javier is intending to show him (a map for a small job he’s planning, an upgrade on his revolver or knife, the poison throwing knives he’s gingerly handling as he explains to kieran how to coat them evenly for a quicker kill), hooking a finger into the waistband of javier’s pants or his suspenders as they smoke alone early in the morning by the scout campfire, touches the tips of their boots together as they both work their separate chores of cleaning saddles and sharpening knives. kieran says i love you throughout the day in a million different ways. like you said, he’s practically vibrating with it. by the end of the day, after kieran’s shared with javi how his eyes look like the perfect cup of coffee in the sun, how he’s real purdy first thing in the morning, how he missed him the other day while he was out on a job, all the while burning holes into javier’s skin with every little touch he sneaks in when they’re on the same side of camp, javier is a puddle on the ground. he’s anxiously fiddling with his guitar before playing and missing notes when he does, desperately cleaning his boots and hat more to soothe his hot gut, and taking solo fishing trips to either verbally rant his feelings out loud in spanish or rub one out because kieran is driving him absolutely insane, and they’ve not been together quite long enough for javier to justify dragging him out of camp every single day to get some privacy and/or blow off some steam (in more ways than one, depending on the day).

the longer they’re together, the more brazen he gets, absolutely. placing a hand on javier’s shoulder while he sits next to him at the campfire with other gang members, tucking javi’s hair behind his ear when it’s down and they’re chatting late at night, saying “oh, i do love you.”, “yes, sweetheart?”, “javier, my dear-“ in front of some other gang members while they’re talking or addressing each other, and it simply turns javier’s brain off. to be bravely loved is such a privilege and it almost sends a shiver down his spine every time kieran does it. to kieran, it’s almost like he can’t even help it, doesn’t even really think about it too much after a while. sure, he’s anxious at first, especially with how javier will react since he’s essentially constantly around his tough-love family who will absolutely mock him for it if he lets them, but seeing javier get so flustered because of how little he expected kieran to be so bold, it’s addicting. immensely. plus, kieran knows javier may not come back to him every time he leaves camp, and he’s lost enough in his lifetime to regret not loving javier to his full capacity. it won’t get them hurt, so he’s happy to be brave, because he’ll know that if either of them die, they will die having loved and been loved at 100%. now, he doesn’t think too hard about any of that. really, kieran just can’t help but love javier- can’t help but want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful person he’d ever met, tell him how much he matters to him, tell him how special his heart is, show him how much he loves him, indelibly, intricately, with every fiber of his being. if i don’t kiss him breathless within the next 10 seconds, i will die. he thinks after a long day of small touches and meager compliments, after a long day of javier tripping over his boots and unsatisfactorily twanging his guitar strings once or twice that evening nonetheless. and he says “if i dont kiss you within the next ten seconds, i will die.” and javier pauses, freezes, shocked, trapped in green eyes as the scout campfire lazily licks dances of light and shadows across their wrinkles and scars and features. and javier says, “well then, come here. you are too young to die.” as his heart beats louder in his chest than it ever has in a gunfight.

umm i think i got off topic but yes :3 i agree :3 kieran can be quite forward, even canonically ! they’re both loverboys in their own ways and equally as hungry for the others’ taste (figuratively and literally). sorry for the yap sesh ! thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me !!!!!!! i love thinking about them waygh ;__; i could talk about them all day

[trashyandtiredsol]

sol. Sol. Sol. Sol. Sol.

SOL.

ilysm.

you are so friggin extraordinary.

never change.

you're amazing.

Kept trying to think of some paragraph long response to this but I'm absolutely shitty with words-

SO

Tam. The feeling is very mutual- for you and everyone I've talked to at some point since I've been on this hellsite we call Tumblr /affectionate

Talking with everyone on here, sharing my art with everyone- just existing with everyone on here and seeing what y'all create has turned into such a huge aspect of my life (especially my social life like- y'all ARE my social life at this point 😅)

Plus I'm fuckin so glad I decided to try out Tumblr when I did cuz it was around a sorta traditional point in my life (moving outta a toxic ass house and away from a toxic, isolated life and my ex supposed father figure). Coming on here and talking with you and everyone else brightens my day and I'm glad to be a part of everything :3

[chronically-a-bacteriophage]

Did I ever say I was going to tell you about my cats? bc i will... right now even

I have 4 whole cats... hmmmmm i feel like the words aren't coming out as smoothly as usual, so you will have to deal with awkward wordings adn such 👍

Olivia

She is the sweetest, loveliest cat to ever grace the earth with her presence <333 Affectionate, cuddly, talkative, energetic (long-suffering sigh), and very anxious <333 I'm convinced she's the perfect cat <3333 she loves heights and throwing things of shelves, she also likes waking me up at night for food but its okay bc she just gets real cuddly until I wake up <333 (btw look at my 1926 sewing machine!!! it's so pretty!) she also has a really good nose, and has to sniff everything all the time (you aren't allowed to pet her until she's smelled every part of your hand)

She's the one that stands on her back legs for treats!!! shes my cat, i care for her and shes incredibly attached to me, the other cats in the house are cared for by others :)

tumblr isnt letting me upload more photos 😭😭😭 ill send asks about the other cats some other time then

P.S. sorry about the length, if there's one thing i can talk about forever its my cats

P.P.S. have a very nice tomorrow and a good night (how have you been lately?)

4 WHOLE CATS?!? THATS A LOT OF CATS!!! SO SURPRISED YOU HAVE 4 AND NOT 3.98 CATS OR LIKE 4.5 CATS!!!! SUCH A PRECISE NUMBER!! (/joke, not mocking your wording or trying to be mean!!! Just trying to be humourous <333)

Awwwwee Olivia sounds wonderful!!!! its so lovely that shes snuggly in the night!!! it must be wonderful to have a warm fluffy being cuddling you!!!

OUGH THATS AN INCREDIBLE SEWING MACHINE!!!

Agdjsjjs that must make it such a wonderful bond!!!

SHE LOOKS SO ADORABLE AND CUTE AND INNOCENT AND PERFECT AGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I love her already hehee XD

I look forward to the other asks!!! And i love the length!!!!!!! Olivia sounds absolutely wonderful.

[skrunksthatwunk]

fuck offfff poor audio processing makes ppl flirting with me so stupid they'll be like hey you're pretty and I'll go ah 👍😐. or omg yeah! 🤘 or i just laugh bashfully without even knowing what they said until like a minute later. help help my default responses are making people confused and unsettled. and those are the same responses i give when ppl talk shit about me too it's not good

[prosypepper]

wet dreamz

summary: it’s your (and your bf’s/husband’s/hookup’s/whatever’s) first time together. .

warnings: nsfw for all so 18+ mdni!; virginity loss on both parts, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, talks about virginity, college au (gojo); hookups, fingering, dominant kento, talks about virginity (nanami); unprotected p in v, rough sex, little bit of dirty talk, seduction (toji); oral, friends to lovers (geto).

pepper's notes: IT'S finally here...thank you all soo much for 1k i am so so appreciative & i am SO SO sorry it took me this long to get this out. i've been going through it so thank u all for understanding. i love all of u so much thank u all. MWAH MWAH.

satoru gojo

nervous? check. horny? check. praying to god you can’t see the huge erection in his pants? also check.

maybe satoru was an idiot for telling you he wasn’t a virgin, when he was in fact the biggest virgin in the universe, possibly. and maybe you were an idiot for talking him up and inflating his ego even more—and avoiding the conversation about whether or not you were a virgin, too.

either way, satoru’s big talk and your enabling caused you to be in this position—stradding your almost-boyfriend’s lap, desperately and sloppily moving your lips against his. silently, your pray in your mind that you’re doing everything right, threading your fingers through the white locks of satoru’s hair and trying to keep up with the pace of his enthusiastic make-out.

“do y-you—wanna…” satoru breathes out as he pulls away for a second, “you know.” he shrugs, looking off to the side out of anxiety for your answer. your own eyes flicker down for just a second, stomach flipping over at the question.

you’ve been through the innocent stages—the cute crushing and passing looks—and now, it’s time to own up to all that talking from the not-so-innocent stage you’ve built.

“mhm,” you hum, refusing to look at satoru just as much as he is to you. it’s obvious how nervous you are, palms sweating and gulping. knees digging into the soft plush of your dorm bed mattress, you’re readjusting your weight over and over because you can’t sit still.

satoru’s hands squeeze your hips, slightly pressing you down to feel the bulge that’s been prodding against his pants for about thirty minutes. eyes widening, you look at satoru—who’s about to burst. his face is all red and flushed, and his lip is pulled in between his perfect teeth.

shit, he’s about to lose it.

impatient, satoru ushers you to move off of his lap and onto the bed, swiftly rearranging your bodies to where you’re trapped beneath him. butterflies twirl in your stomach, more intense as the seconds go by, and you swear you’re about to throw up when satoru pulls his shirt off.

he’s gorgeous, obviously—but his toned torso and reddened skin from all his blushing are so pretty up close. satoru’s fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, eagerly pulling them down before you grab his wrist as a reflex. he stops and looks you in the eye, letting you settle down for a second before you let go. it’s charming, really—he wants nothing more than for you to want this.

because satoru’s wanted this for so long. he wants it bad.

lengthy fingers work your shorts and underwear down all at once, and your thighs snap shut as to not expose yourself even more. satoru’s hands rest on your knees, rubbing small circles while his eyes trace over your body.

 “you okay, baby?” he asks, voice just the littlest bit shaky.

“huh—oh, yeah, yes,” you mumble in response, “are you?”

“yeah—yes,” satoru answers, repeating after you, looking like he’s about to throw up. yet his anxiety doesn’t stop him from shoving his bottoms down, allowing his heavy length to spring free and finally be shown.

to say the least, it scares you even more knowing you’ll have to take that. satoru is huge, terribly long and painfully hard from all the teasing you’ve done to one another. you wince when satoru goes to separate your knees, and your hands immediately go to push at his chest.

“satoru,” you whisper, connecting your own hazy eyes with his, “i—i know that you’ve…done this before.” you bite your lip, blinking softly.

“um—yeah,” satoru deeply says, trying to focus on what you’re saying—but damn you look so pretty underneath him, and your skin is so soft. you’re so gorgeous and he’s once again about to lose it.

“i just…” your eyes flicker to the side, “i’ve never done this before. s-so…be gentle, please?”

oh, god.

satoru’s heart is going to burst out of his chest.

“it’s okay, i—i’ll be gentle. promise,” satoru assures you, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek. his touch makes you let out a deep sigh, and you feel so delicate in his grasp. vulnerable enough to finally separate your knees, slowly dropping them down and exposing your sinfully drenched cunt.

satoru’s face rightfully goes pale. everything he’s ever wanted is in front of him—you’re giving yourself up to him. satoru gojo. the random guy you met in class a month or so ago that was not so random now.

as the butterflies circle in his stomach, satoru sweetly trails his fingers down the inside of your thighs, forcing the pulse in between your legs to grow into a harsh heartbeat. he notices every small movement—the twitch of your legs and how intensely your chest heaves—and he believes you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“careful, careful,” satoru mutters to himself, taking long seconds in between each of his movements. he doesn’t want to startle you—and even more, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

grunting lightly, the white haired man lifts your legs and rests the back of your thighs on top of his. this gets you even closer to him, both of you can feel the raw heat radiating off of one another’s bodies. satoru takes his length in his hand and taps it against your sticky folds, teasing your sensitive nerves and himself in the process.

“i’m gonna—gonna put it in now, okay?” satoru uneasily states.

“wait—but—oh!” you gasp as the tip—and only the tip—of satoru’s cock pushes past the resistant walls of your cunt, molding the tight space to fit him snugly. the stretch burns, it’s a sharp pain that shoots through you with no remorse. “mm—satoru, it hurts,” you whine, pushing against gojo’s built abdomen.

yet when he doesn’t budge, you look up at his eyes, which are glued to scene below him. he can’t help it—because he’s not just in you, no—he’s impaling you with his girth, you’re stretched so far around him by just his tip. he felt guilty at first at the thought of hurting you, but now, nothing is in his mind except for that image.

“satoru!” you shout, snapping the man’s attention to you. satoru’s eyes are glowing with lust, his cheeks red and flustered. little to your knowledge, he’s already on the cusp of an orgasm—hell, he was there before he’d even got his shirt off.

“i’m sorry—shit—i’m sorry, baby,” satoru babbles, before dislodging himself from your hole, strings of slick lewdly connecting the tip of his cock to your folds. “fuck—i’m so sorry,” he grunts, just as a few huge ropes of translucent white cum spurt from his cock, coating your abdomen in the substance.

your eyes are wide in surprise at how quickly it all happened, not even having a moment in your mind to process that you just made the satoru gojo cum in a few seconds. all it took was a little kissing and some gruesomely lewd imagery—and he was putty in your hands.

satoru falls atop you, becoming dead weight as his post-orgasmic state forces him to give out. his chest heaves against yours, his snow white hair tickles your shoulder. as much as you want to push him away—there’s something awfully sweet about the interaction. he’s close, closer than he’d allowed himself to be previously.

shaky breaths are shared between you, as is the warmth from your bodies—the warmth from your hearts—and all the emotions overcoming satoru are all too obvious. you shuffle around one another into a more comfortable position, until satoru’s head is on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“are you okay?” you whisper, threading your fingers through satoru’s hair to twirl a few strands.

“yeah,” he sighs, cuddling up to you even more. there’s something hidden in the way he’s acting, but you don’t mind for now—you allow the vulnerability to sink in.

because it’s way too obvious this boy was lying about not being a virgin.

kento nanami

the world of hookups was difficult to navigate.

sure, you were technically trying to find a boyfriend—but everyone knows dating apps aren’t really the best thing for that. it had landed you a few matches and a couple of okay dates; but you hadn’t been quite as far with anyone as you had made it with your current date.

kento nanami, a rather distinguished businessman who had “just looking to relieve some stress” in his bio, had taken you out to an expensive restaurant and then to a very expensive hotel afterwards. whatever charm this man had worked a million times over on you—you weren’t sure if it was his demeanor or that rolex on his wrist—but whatever it was, it absolutely lured you all the way into a king size bed with nanami.

he was still mostly dressed, only his shoes were off and placed next to the bed, and his powder blue dress shirt was unbuttoned about halfway down, revealing his toned chest and a rather uncharacteristic gold chain that was previously hidden. nanami’s hair was still in perfect place, not having even broken a sweat.

you, on the other hand, have your dressed hiked up to just above your legs and the top tucked underneath your tits—pretty much on full display for kento besides the fact he’s behind you, strong legs prying your own open.

your thigh twitches when kento runs his fingers up and down the soft flesh, your hands resting on his biceps to keep yourself from running away. quite interested in what was in store for the night, you weren’t going to fight back—honestly, who would run away from a man as gorgeous as kento?

“do you do this often?” you shakily ask to break the thick silence, staring down at your bodies.

“do what, sweetheart?” kento’s monotone voice replies, using his free hand to reach up and grab under your jaw.

“this. take girls to hotels to…do stuff,” you allude to the same thing he’s doing now, turning your head with kento’s hand to look up at him. your soft lashes bat at the blond man as he chuckles, deep, giving just the slightest smile at your questions.

“not too often,” he simply says, kissing right next to your lips, “why?”

“uhm,” you croak, losing track of thought the moment his lips touched your face, “i don’t know. i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” kento softly chuckles, letting go of your head to rest on the side of his chest, “just relax, okay? i just want to take care of you.”

just relax, breathe, you repeat to yourself over and over again while you listen to kento’s steady heartbeat. your heart is racing but inevitably slows for the time being listening to the slow thump of your hookup’s heart. his fingers continue to trace small shapes over your thighs, every now and again moving just a little higher.

kento is painfully hard under his dress pants, yet he’s restraining himself for now—because he’s going to do what he came here to do first.

“can i touch you, love?” nanami asks, pecking a small kiss to your temple afterwards.

“yes, mhm,” you murmur, thickly swallowing in anticipation as his fingers begin to inch towards your heat. you can feel how wet you are—but you’re rather embarrassed for nanami to find out just how easily he riled you up.

“let me ask you something,” kento begins, dipping his fingers into your folds to feel the amount of slick conjured up, “are you a virgin?” and he’s not asking in a weird way like pretty much every other man you’ve known; he’s asking genuinely, because he has the gut feeling to be gentle.

“uh—i—,” you mumble, before finally admitting a small, “yes, i’m sorry.”

“aw,” kento coos, beginning to run his fingers over your aching heat, “don’t apologize, i’ll be gentle.” although you’re appreciative to his gracefulness, you begin to wonder just how rough he usually was—and those sinful visuals make you throb against nanami’s fingers.

“okay, please,” you hiss, the sensations of kento’s fingers working your cunt running through your body. hands grab at his arms tighter, your sensitivity making it difficult for you to stay still.

you’re almost sure that you’ve never been so turned on before, and your elevated responses to nanami’s simple touches are an attestment to that. his middle finger focuses on your sensitive bud, going between movements of flicking and slowly rubbing circles around and around.

“how does this feel?” nanami questions, watching every move—every twitch—that you make. he sees just how new this is to you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him just a little bit prideful.

“good. so good,” you babble, eyes squeezing shut when kento begins to pick up his pace. the pleasure runs all through you, intense, that orgasmic feeling creeping up on you much sooner than you’d ever been able to do yourself.  

kento’s like a magician. he makes your hips wriggle and your legs twitch effortlessly, he causes your face to contort in a indecent way without even trying, it seems. hell, the increasing pace of his fingers on your clit is almost making you crawl away, your nails are digging into his skin and you don’t even realize it.

“stay still,” kento commands, using his free hand to press down right on your abdomen, “don’t fight it, darling. don’t fight it.”

his words calm you down just a little, instead you just stay in place while your body jolts every other second from the sensitive pleasure he’s causing within you. breathless whines fall from your lips in the utmost pathetic way, signaling just how good you feel to kento.

“what is it, hm? tell me,” kento tells you, staying at an intense, fast pace just to make you lose your mind a little more.

“i think,” you whine, breath hitching as the feeling in your tummy intensifies, “i might cum.” as embarrassed as you may be to admit it, you simply cannot help what falls from your mouth. it’s all kento’s fault.

“you can cum, my love,” kento assures, pressing a kiss into your hair, “you can do it.”

somehow, his voice erases every anxious thought in your mind, your body responding with nothing but pathetic moans and a very, terribly, intense orgasm you didn’t even recognize as being so close. kento can feel on his fingers when you finally cum, chuckling once again to himself at how easily he coaxed an orgasm out of you.

it’s cute, really.

you lay back on him after calming down—with your hair all messy and face somewhat sweaty—you’re so adorable in his arms, kento thinks he might just have to turn this into more than a one night stand.

toji fushiguro

if toji had known what he was getting himself into with you, he’d probably accepted that deal from shiu wayyy earlier.

bossy, crude and mean—you were everything toji had ever dreamed of in a woman. the type that didn’t take shit, you’d go toe-to-toe with a man twice your size without hesitation, and there was something about it toji truly admired.

after his first time meeting you, he understood why shiu had told him not to fuck with you.

how could he not, though?

toji was about to fuck you right now.

he couldn’t help the natural charm he used on everyone, and especially women, and he couldn’t help that you fell for it, either. shiu would be pissed if he ever found out about it—hell, he’d kill him—but you only live once, right? there’s no way toji could turn down an offer such as this from a bombshell like you.

“you sure you’re not married?” you’re purring into toji’s ear, running your fingers over his chest, “you’re so handsome, toji.”

every bit of sultry poison that spills from your lips is music to toji’s ears, making his heart thump just a little harder and the tent in his pants to get just a bit stiffer. his big arm his lazily wrapped around your waist, and that sleazy grin of his pulls at his lips at your question.

“yes, ma’am,” toji says with a nod, holding up his left hand to show the absence of a wedding band on his ring finger.

with that, you throw a leg over his lap, fixing yourself to straddle toji’s lap and rest your arms around his neck. looking him straight in the eyes, you’re satisfied that your little plan had come together so easily.

toji was wrapped around your pretty, manicured finger—and he had no clue. that little charm he was so sure of was nothing in comparison to yours.

“do you want to fuck me, toji?” you ask, glossed lips forming a pretty little pout and your head cocking to the side innocently. toji’s adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, a little crack in the confident and cocky façade he put on in front of you.

“fuck yeah,” toji whispers, hands gripping at your waist.

to say the least, toji really meant that little “fuck yeah,” because it only takes him a few seconds to rip your clothes—and his—off and flip you over. he’s in a daze when he pries your legs open, staring straight at your messy, wet pussy—immediately lifting one of your legs up and attaching his calloused fingers to your clit.

“jesus,” toji breathes, in utter awe at how soaked you are, his eyes never leaving your body. you hum in response to the pleasure, softly biting your lower lip and studying the broad man in front of you. toji quickly uses your slick to lube up his cock, grunting at the small chill that runs up his spine from finally allowing himself some friction.

growing ever impatient, you shimmy your hips down to signal you’re ready. the squelch that reverberates through the room when toji finally slides in is downright disgusting, and you sigh in content at the feeling of being stretched open.

toji immediately groans, loud, and throws his head back at how you feel—tight and warm around him, greedily sucking his length in the more he pushes into your walls. smiling devilishly at toji, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer, giving in to your desires and pushing him to do the same.

“stop that,” toji roughly commands, squeezing your thigh to keep his self-control in check—or at least try his best to. you know what he’s saying is only for his own benefit.

but that’s not what you want—and toji should know by now you got whatever you wanted.

“stop what?” you question, interlocking your heels behind him. a finger twirls your hair as you look at toji dumbly, as if there wasn’t a single coherent thought in your mind. yet every move you make is orchestrated to a t, pushing and pushing toji to finally snap and just give you what you want.

what you need.

“fuck,” toji’s moaning the curse over and over when he slowly begins to move, gently rocking his hips back and forth to meet yours, “you feel so fucking good, oh my god.” he praises you so gently under his breath, silently hoping you won’t hear him as to not inflate your ego anymore.

“tojiii,” you whine, a small pout forming once again on your pretty lips, “harder.”

toji shakes his head, whisps of black hair moving around in unison with it, refusing to look into your eyes. he looks anywhere else—your tits, your stomach, your cunt—because he’s afraid he’ll give in the moment he finally catches your pupils.

but fuck, are you convincing.

“harder?” toji repeats, “fuckin’ harder?”

his hips pick up speed at the same time that his hands come to grab your arms, affectively pinning you down to the mattress. you allow your legs to spread lewdly, opening up fully for toji to use.

the tip of toji’s cock prods at your cervix, the pleasurable pressure going through your whole body. he’s going at you like an animal, harshly impaling your cunt with his girth, all senses of caring and restriction thrown out the window.

though you might regret it in the morning, you’re going to get what you want.

suguru geto

“suguru, stop moving.”

the long haired man winces and holds his breath at the sting of the alcohol, gripping onto the counter you’re sat upon. your knees rest at his sides, barely holding suguru in place, nevertheless not allowing him to move due to your fussing when he did so.

he had gotten into a fight with some guy at a party, causing him to show up to your dorm battered and bruised with a few cuts over his handsome face. now, a couple clear band-aids litter his skin, and suguru’s eyes stay on yours in hopes you’ll look into his.

all the while, you wonder why suguru had come to you out of all the people (and women) he knew. there was an unsaid tension between you two, sometimes sexual and other times just tension.

the two of you were idiots in love, and yet, neither one of you had the guts to say anything about it.

“there we go,” you sigh, running your thumb over the last bandage placed above suguru’s eyebrow. finally, you look suguru straight in the eyes for only a second, catching his dreamy gaze.

“you’re so pretty,” suguru faintly whispers, giving you the tiniest little smile. he’d had the habit of calling you pretty and gorgeous in a “hyping you up” sort of way—but this was different. he meant it.

so much so, in fact, it only takes him about three seconds to kiss you. it’s a long peck, mostly catching you by surprise, before he leans back with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“suguru—,”

“i’m so sorry, fuck,” he apologizes, paralyzed in place with his hands still gripping the counter. his eyes remain locked with yours, the fear of ruining your friendship behind them.

“suguru,” you repeat, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face. you rest them there firmly, feeling the increasing heat of his cheeks under your palms. pulling his face towards yours, you egg him on to kiss you again, this time with reciprocation on your part.

it’s hot, you’re swapping spit with the dark-haired man without a second thought, allowing your tongues to interlock and twist around each other. butterflies flutter in your tummy, but you swallow them and let yourself relax into it all.

the rest comes easily—all of that tension built up for years at this point is finally coming to a head, giving in to all of those desires you’d only had in the comfort of your bedroom. your arms rest over suguru’s shoulders, your hands tangle in his hair, while his hands come to squeeze you wherever he can grab—your waist, your ass—anywhere he can place his greedy fingers and grasp onto.

“let me—,” gasp, “—eat you out, please,” suguru begs in between kisses, barely allowing himself to heave for air.

those annoying butterflies pick up again—god, you could throw up at his suggestion—yet instead you’re pushing his head down, down, until he’s on his knees in front of you. your shorts are quickly tugged off along with your panties, leaving you in nothing but a big t-shirt on the counter of your tiny bathroom.

the room is filled with raw lust, as are suguru’s eyes when he finally gets a glimpse of your soaked heat. it’s a million times better than he could’ve imagined, no mental image could ever be like the real thing—warm, real and wet, right in front of his face; and all for him.

suguru starts off slow, littering small kisses along your inner thighs while parting your knees, until there’s enough room to fit his head closer to your cunt. he gives small kisses to your folds, barely suckling on your clit to pull small gasps of moans from your throat.

“fuck, suguru,” you whimper, running your fingers through his hair and giving a light tug.

“hmm?” he hums into your cunt, vibrating against your core in the most sinister way. your words are long forgotten after that, only giving a big sigh in response.

suguru’s tongue dips from between his lips to lick a long stripe up your cunt, going just a tad slower to focus on your clit. his tongue circles around and around the swollen bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your abdomen and down your legs.

already, you can feel that tiny knot begin to form the longer suguru goes on, becoming more intense by the second. he’s harsh, vulgar sucking and slurping sounding throughout the room. the counter below you is soaked in your arousal, as is the lower half of suguru’s face.

you’re just that messy—and he loves it.

he’s living for it.

suguru didn’t even realize how much he loved you—how much he adored and admired you, inside and out—until this. until he was down on his knees, in front of you, begging for you without any words coming out of his mouth. until he had finally allowed himself to look into your eyes deeper than ever before.

“i love you—mmph—so much,” suguru hums into your folds, just as he’s taking that knot to the verge of snapping.

“i-love-you-too-suguru, please don’t stop,” you mutter, throwing your head back against the mirror, before you can even realize what you’re saying back—but it all comes so naturally you don’t even think twice. it’s not even orgasm brain—it’s true, just as true as when he said it to you.

suguru’s tongue completely focuses on your clit—swirling around and sucking the swollen bud until you’re almost thrown over the edge, finally toppling over with a spew of ‘i love you’s and ‘please don’t stop’s. your body goes limp against the mirror of the bathroom, chest dramatically heaving for many moments while suguru helps you ride through the feeling. he stands up and wipes his face off with the back of his hand, smiling to himself at the vision of a fucked-out you who had just confessed your feelings to him.

one of your eyes finally creeps open after a few minutes, only to be met with suguru giving you a shit-eating grin, his hand resting atop your thigh. he can feel how delicate you are at the moment; he doesn’t want you to run away and lock him out of your life just because you told him how you feel—but you wouldn’t do that anyway.

 suguru confessed first, after all.

once again thank u all so much. i love u.

[deadsetobsessions]

Can you do this fic prompt Danny stuck in justice league dimension, where he can hear and see ghosts in his seated form. A couple of persistent ghosts kept trying to bribe him to get adopted by a fruitloop.

Ghosts are Batman 's parents.

Of course! Sorry for the late response! I seriously never do anything timely.

————

“For the thousandth time, Lonnie, I can’t help you find your gun,” Danny muttered to the air. The people that passed him gave him funny looks but minded their own business. Crazy was crazy and as long as crazy didn’t mean Joker, they figured he was relatively safe to pass. Danny set a brisk pace towards his home, managing to suppress a wince every time a shade flew through one of the living. Honestly, Gotham ghosts— shades, really, since most of these only had enough echo to be visible to him—had no manners. He regrets every single day he’s in this hellscape, trapped with no way back home.

“You never do anything for me, man!” Lonnie complained. “How’m I supposed ta finish my business if you ain’t gonna help?”

“Lonnie, you want me to murder people. I’m not murdering people. I draw the line at making more ghosts, thanks.”

“Spoilsport.” With a pout and a twist of Gotham branded smog, Lonnie flickered out. Danny sighed in relief, hurrying back to his house. Apartment. Hovel, really. When he gets there, he’s hounded by two more ghosts, ones he’d rather not cuss out no matter how much he wanted to.

“Hi, Martha.” He exhaled, glitters of frost leaving his mouth as Danny subconsciously put a little too much ghost in his greeting.

“Danny! Don’t go in, sweetheart. Someone broke into your…” her face flickered with a frown. “Living area…?”

“Thank you for letting me know, ma’am.”

“Oh, dearie, you can just call me grandma!”

“You’re too young to be called grandma, Martha.” He deflected, peering into the dirt clouded window.

“Come now, sport!” Danny jolted as Thomas sparked into existence beside him. “You wouldn’t have to worry about this if you’d just go visit our son!”

“That’s right. Brucie will take one look at you and adopt you on the spot,” Martha said proudly. “I’ll let you know where we kept our magical tomes if you go.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. Your son is, pardon my language, a complete fruitloop. I bet he has a secret basement to do shady stuff like Vlad did, complete with a portal, like a supervillain.”

There was nothing the couple could say to that, as their son did have a secret basement where he did do a bunch of shady stuff. Plus, he does have that portal to the Justice League. Still, it wasn’t their secret to spill. The dead speaks no secrets, after all, even if everyone else failed to get the memo.

“Well, what are you going to do about this intruder then, chum?” Thomas asked, crossing his arms and creasing his bloodstained suit. “You know, if you get adopted by our son, you’ll have access to even better things than this thief is trying to steal. Don’t you want it? Delicious food? Or, we could even do you favors! Anything for our grandson, right, dear?”

Martha leaned in eagerly. “Give him the old one, two! He looks like he has breakable knees, little dove. Bruce could show you how to throw a punch! He’s seen a fight or two in his day.”

“Yeah, or I can just do this,” Danny went ghost, muting the flash of light from his transformation and fading to invisibility and intangibility. He’s not one to overshadow people, but he’s tired and this guy’s looking for treasure in a pigpen.

Danny dumps him three blocks from his house and flies back to flip on his floor mattress. “Gonna take nap. Shhh.”

He paused. “And for the record, I know how to throw a punch, thanks.”

——

“Mom? Dad?” Bruce’s voice echoed in the empty manor hallways. It was a dream; he knew because he was eight again, dressed in the same outfit he wore the day his parents died. He moves his body as he wants to, a trick he learned from a Tibetan monk who could dream walk.

“Brucie!” His dad appeared, lifting him up and cheering. Bruce allows himself to wallow in the memory of the last happy moments he had with his parents.

“Dad!”

“Thomas, set Brucie down.” Mom scolded, walking up and clipping her pearls onto her neck.

“Momma!” Bruce wiggled so that his dad set him down. He hugged her, enjoying the imagery even if he couldn’t feel her. Now… the next few words should be her ushering them to get into the car.

“Bruce, we have something we want to talk to you about.”

Bruce stiffens in shock. What?

“That’s right sport. We were thinking we could have another grandson!” Dad floated to her, placing a hand on mom’s shoulder.

“There’s this boy, on the West End, his name is Danny Nightingale.” Mom informed him.

“But momma, I’m a kid!”

“Are you?” His dad asks, smile creasing into those memorable dimples.

“To us, perhaps. You’ll always be our child, no matter how old you grow to be.” Mom caresses his face, Bruce suddenly sprouting to be taller than her, older. He’s older than they’ll ever be again. “But to him, you’re not, Bruce. Truthfully we didn’t want to resort to this…”

“But he’s stubborn. He needs family, sweetie.” His father clapped his shoulders. “Go get us another grandkid, son.”

Bruce Wayne bolts upright, waking from his dream with a gasp.

Two moments later, and he sits in front of the BatComputer, street cam footage of one Danny Nightingale pulled up.

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello! I would like to make a request about Dae-Ho, a character I love. I would like the story to show how Dae-Ho and the reader develop a special connection during the games, despite being on opposite sides. She is part of Thanos' team, but they still interact frequently. On one of those nights, they kiss and promise to get to know each other better once it's all over. However, that promise is not fulfilled because she dies in the carousel game.

I hope this story fits the bill. Happy holidays! <3

Anything Is Possible?

KANG DAE-HO X READER

Summary- You are number 230's, rapper Choi Su-bong, sister. Just because you are on 'Thanos Team', does that mean you can Dae-Ho cant get together? Will you survive long enough?

Warnings- Squid Games, Angst, mentions of blood, murder, and death

A/N- I combined this ask with another anon request, "badass reader and daeho! maybe she is related to 100 and that's why the romance is kind of forbidden but she doesn't agree with his actions and thinks daeho is very cute. I would love a first kiss between the two, which she initiated and he was all embarrassed but really excited" I hope y'all don't mind, they were very similar!

Word Count- 4,605

"What is your problem!" You found yourself yelling at your brother. While this was not uncommon, the situation surely was. Thanos the rapper, or just known as Choi Su-bong to you, had pushed several people down on purpose. This killed them in the Red light, Green light game.

"You killed them!" You continued, though he did not seem to care.

"Look, as far as 'The Thanos' is concerned, each body means more cash for MOI!" He spoke, uncaring.

"Oh, and if it was me, would you let me get shot!" You crossed your arms, eyeing him up and down.

He looked around, checking for any guards. He then slipped out his cross form under his shirt. You knew he had some kind of drug in there.

"Look, if it will shut you up, you can have one. But keep your mouth closed!" He ushered his cross in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

"I'd like to at least be aware of my surrounding in a death defying game!" "Shhh, Shhhh!" His face scrunched up as he looked at you, offended. He thought someone might have been drawn to your choice words.

You scoffed and walked off, sitting on the edge of a bed to catch a train of thought.

With a puff, you pressed your head into your hands. Could you really go on like this? Risking your life? Then it hit you, your life was over either way. Loan sharks were bound to kill you the second you left... Might as well go out with a bang?

The gruesome thought lingered until you felt the bed sink next to you.

"Thanos, I don't want to-" You looked up to not see your brother. Instead a man with a '388' on his jacket.

"Well I'm not sure who 'Thanos' is, but are you doing okay?" He looked genuinely concerned.

You started at him for a second, "Like fifty people just died..."

He faltered, "W-well yeah... Obviously you aren't okay... I just, I saw you arguing with that guy... The one with purple hair." You sigh again at his response. Well, this might be the last conversation you ever have. Why not be an open book!

"That's my brother. He thinks since he got one hit song, he can boss anyone around." You again rolled your eyes at the thought of him.

"Oh... I see. I-I have three older sisters, I know how it can get." He said, trying to offer you some sort of condolence.

You gave a side smile at him, appreciative of his efforts. "Thanks... What got you into these games?" You figured there's no reason for 'proper exchanges.' What was the point anymore?

He seemed ashamed at the question. "Sorry, if it makes you feel any better- I'm about 30 million won in debt. Some online crypto coin my brother swindled me into. Lost big time." You explained.

He shook his head, "No, no, its fine. See, I was a marine. Couldn't find a job after I got out. Guess I just got carried away with the wrong people... Got into some bad loans."

You gave a sympathetic face. "That sucks..." He just nodded sheepishly.

A silence fell between you two, but it wasn't awkward or annoying. It just...was.

"Well, uh, which are you going to vote?" He asked like it had been on the tip of his tongue all day.

As the Guards had told us earlier, we would get a chance to vote before the next game. Stay or Go.

"My brother seems pretty adamant on staying... And I honestly don't think it would be smart to piss him off anymore. He's got me in his little clique already." You didn't really know which one you would have chosen if the vote was anonymous.

He nodded in understanding. "I mean, I don't have a groupie or anything. But, you could stick with me if you wanted."

Your heart fluttered. Looking up at him, you seemed to just notice how handsome he was... Then reality hit.

"I deeply appreciate that... But I think you might have better odds without me. Choi- uh Thanos, would probably do something to you... I don't really want to risk it, I'm sorry." You knew that you really did want to be on his team, but you also knew how your brother was.

He had a slight look of defeat on his face, "I get it. I feel confident about the next game. I mean, if they're all children games, how hard can it be? I'll vote the same as you."

You agreed, "Then, maybe I can talk to Thanos? See if he wants another member?" You smiled at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, happily, but the two of you were interrupted when the pink guards came back in. Letting everyone know it was time to vote.

"See ya on the other side." You said, standing up to rejoin Thanos. Plus his newly acquired group of 3.

"Yes ma'am!" He responded, giving a small salute. You just laughed as you glanced at him a last time.

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"Are you crazy!" Thanos whisper-yelled at you, turning the two of you away from the group. "Are you tryna embarrass me in front of my boys!" He scolded you like a child. His arms and shoulders going up.

"It's not that big of a deal, he was a marine, he could be good for us." Thanos just "tsked' in response.

"No. We are already perfecto. No more room." He said as-a-matter-of-fact. His arms making an 'X.'

You turned and looked at the two men staring at you. "Thanos, there are four of us in total. What if the next game is five players!"

"Huh, and what if its four! Then I'd be pushing YOU out, Cause of ya mouth." He made faces at you, then laughed loudly. "I'm just joking sistah! I'd only do that if you really pissed me off.... We are sticking to four." His expression turned serious.

"Fine."

At a mere coincidence, you turned around and saw '388' staring at you. You mouthed a 'sorry' and shook your head. Signalling Thanos said 'no.'

He nodded, then smiled at you anyways. At that, you watched him walk over and sit with a group of 'X's.

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The lights soon went out. You laid back in your bed, trying to get some kind of sleep. It was useless, especially when you heard a 'psst' right next to you.

You turned your head, playing cool, even though it did startle you a bit. "Shh, It's just me." The voice rang familiar, and when you squinted your eyes in the dark your made out number 388's face. He was on his knees, crouched down next to your bed.

"What are you doing!" You whispered at him, sitting up quickly. Thanos and his two members were just a bed away.

"Shhhh, I have something to tell you." He said, his hands were waving slightly, a nervous tick.

You eyed him, moving closer. "What?"

"One of the guys has played these before. He said he won the games...That he knows which one is next."

Your hands rise to rub sleep from your eyes, "Really? You think he's telling the truth?"

With a frantic nod he continues, "It was the guy who knew about the Red light, Green light. Number 456."

You looked down, "Why are you telling me this..." You questioned, unaware of any kind of unconditional kindness.

"I want you to survive, why else?" You locked eyes with him. They were honest and pure.

"Well, what's the next game?" You didn't know how to respond to such generosity. For all he knew you would stab him in the back. Not that you could bring yourself to, not after he snuck over to tell you.

"He said its Dalgona. Ya know, the game where you scratch out the candy shape?" You knew the game, having played it in your youth.

"Make sure you pick the Triangle. It's the easiest one." You nodded.

At that, a shuffle made both of you turn your head. Thanos moved in his sleep, rolling over. His eyes were closed, but he was now facing you.

"You better go, in case he wakes up." You warned, not wanting any drama.

His head shook in agreeance, he raised to walk off.

"Wait!" You whispered, he looked back. "What's your name?"

"Dae-Ho. Dae-ho Kang."

"Thank you, Dae-ho..." The corners of your face rose, almost grinning at yourself saying his name.

He gave a small wave of his hand, another salute. You suppressed a giggle, and laid back down. Sleep came easier this time...

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"Welcome to your second game, this game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes."

You looked around, Dalgona was not a team game. Had Dae-Ho lied to you? No, why else would he sneak over in the middle of the night. It didn't make sense. Maybe 456 was lying?

"Should have listened to me, now we have to find another person." You remarked to your brother, smugly.

"Trust trust, my skeptic sister. Thanos has got this under control!" He spoke about himself, immediately levitating to the closest attractive women. You, once again, found yourself rolling your eyes.

"Señorita, excuse me?" You wanted to physically face palm at his attempt at a pickup line.

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Quickly enough, time selection was up. Everyone was orderly sat in their groups. Conveniently, Dae-Ho and his group sat behind you.

"Dae-Ho." You called, moving to be in his range of sight.

"Ahh, hey!" He said, excitedly. His demeanor changing from skittish when he saw you.

"So, what happened to Dalgona?" You asked, not blaming him- just curious.

He gave an unsure face, equally as confused. "He said the games must not be the same. I'm sorry."

"What for?" You beamed, knowing it was not his fault.

He laughed, "I guess I don't know.."

You just shook your head humorously. "Which game are you going to do?"

"Uhmm, Gong-Gi... My sister's played it a lot, so I'm used to it."

"They've got me doing spinning top. I was never any good at Gong-Gi." You made a glance to Thanos, he was high out of his mind. You caught him slipping Nam-Gyu a pill. He didn't notice you talking to Dae-Ho.

"I wish you the best of luck!" He gave a quick bow of the head.

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The game went smoothly enough. Though, it took much longer than Red light, Green light. Watching all of the teams go one at a time was excruciating.

A handful of words exchanged with Dae-Ho while waiting was calming, it grounded you. He had nothing to gain by helping you, he simply did. It was flattering.

You and Dae-Ho had figured out that his team was going last. It was nerve-wracking to think about him not making it. No one had ever effected you like this before...

Eventually your team went, suffering frequent verbal degration from Thanos and Nam-Gyu. Thankfully your team made it with 8 seconds to spare. Too close for your comfort.

The worst part came when you had to wait. You felt like you could hear a large clock ticking right by your ear.

Would Dae-Ho's team make it? You didn't doubt his Gong-Gi skills, but he was dependent on the skills of his team mates as well. It was terrifying to think they were shot with not enough time to complete the games.

You couldn't bare Thanos bantering, he complained about every survivor. It just made you more paranoid about Dae-Ho's possible death.

Trying to settle your mind, you stepped away from your group, preferring to sit by yourself on the edge on the steps. You picked at your nails, praying he would make it.

Minutes and minutes went by. No one had come out in a while. Was the game finished? Did they die?

Just as you were about to return to your brother hopeless, one last group appeared.

A gasp left you as you watched Dae-Ho's team emerge. You stood up, cheering with a handful of other players. Your hands were clasped gleefully In front of you.

Dae-Ho's gaze was fixed on you, he chuckled. His first raised in victory.

You gave him a salute back.

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You managed to slip away from Thanos. He was too busy hitting on Se-Mi. You were grateful for her, it took some of the pressure and attention off of you. You had to remember to thank her later.

"Dae-Ho!" You called out, he turned around and stepped away from his group.

"You were amazing! You went 'Wooshhh' and got the top first try!" He was practically bouncing on his heels. He mimicked the process of spinning a top with his hands and body.

"Thank you, Thank you." You pretended like you were bowing to an applauding audience.

"How did Gong-Gi go?" You asked, antsy. He rubbed the back on his neck.

He grinned deep, "Would you believe me if I said I got it first try too?"

Your face lit up, "Really!"

"I swear it!" He placed a hand across his chest.

You gave a quick clap to him, "I knew you could do it!"

You felt like a schoolgirl again. Talking to Dae-Ho made you feel like a blushing bride. He was such a ray of light and hope for you.

"What do you think the next game is?" He questioned, taking a seat on a step by the large doors.

You thought for a second, "I don't know, Maybe some kind of mind game. Since the last two have been really physical."

He nodded, "Yeah, maybe, maybe. Thats smart thinking."

You joined him on the step facing him. While you were about to change the conversation, you overheard a few people talk about what they were voting next. It reminded you of the real life-or-death situation you were in.

"So, d'ya think you're going to change your vote?" You became more solemn.

"...Yeah, I just... The others have convinced me. I mean, truly, I shouldn't have voted 'stay' in the first place..." He looked down, almost as if he had disappointed you.

"Honestly, Dae-Ho... I want to leave too... But, but, what if I press 'leave', and we still have to continue the games. Then Thanos would be pissed, and deep down I need him. He's still my brother." You hated the fact, but you were scared of what Thanos would do.

Dae-Ho thought for a moment. He mumbled something you didn't quite catch. "What?" He stood up.

"I can protect you. Honest. With my life." Your breath hitched, you stood up as well.

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. "Oh Dae-Ho... That's just the thing. I can't have you risking your life. Not for me."

He gently lifted your hands into his. "You are worth risking my life for."

"Dae-Ho, you don't even know my name." Your voice quivered.

He nodded quick, "Then lets change that. What's your name." You bit your bottom lip before telling him.

"Now, I can defend you from Thanos. He won't do anything to do." He ended with your name, it sounded angelic coming from his mouth.

"I'm sorry... I just... can't." You let go of his hands, fully set on walking away. But, he stopped you. He grasped your shoulder.

"Please don't go. I'll stop talking about it, I swear." He pleaded. He truly just wanted to be with you, he was content with you.

And you were with him.

You closed your eyes, shook your head. You fought off any kind of objection. "Okay."

The two of you talked and talked, time ran past. You no longer seemed to worry about the games, just that you knew you wanted to stay with Dae-Ho.

Until, the large doors opened and the pink guards once again announced a vote.

You said a quick 'goodbye' to Dae-ho, hoping the games wouldn't continue. Even if you never saw him again, at least he would be alive.

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Much to your dismay, the games would continue another round. The vote wasn't even close this time. It was almost relieving, knowing that your vote was not the determining factor.

Once again, the lights went out to signify the night. You noticed teams were huddling together for protection, taking shifts and keeping watch. It was getting more serious as each hour went by. You could not find rest, feeling extremely uneasy.

While you tried to find some sort of reassurance in Thanos, he was fast asleep. You decided to take your chance and go see Dae-Ho. Just as he had done for you.

You knew the general area where his group was, but couldn't make out specific people in the dark. Not from your distance.

You racked up the nerve to quietly shuffle over. Your socks helping to muffle any noise.

"Shh, someone is coming." You heard a man whisper, it was 456. You could see the large numbers next to the 'O' on his jacket.

"I-is Dae-Ho with you..." You ask, shakily.

"And what do you want with him?" A man next to 456 spoke, defensively.

"I- Hes my friend, I need to talk to him." You tried, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, Sure he is. You're probably trying to get in and take one of us out, huh!" The man 390 rose, acting like he was ready to fight.

You stepped back, "No, really, I swear I'm not!"

You heard your name, a confused Dae-Ho crawled out from under a bed. "Dae-Ho, please tell them in not trying to kill any of you."

"What?" He was still weary from sleep, rubbing his eyes. Once he saw the position you and 390 were in, He quickly stepped between the two of you.

"No, No, she wouldn't do that. Really, whatever shes saying she's telling the truth." Dae-Ho came to your rescue.

"Can we talk Dae-Ho?" You stepped closer to him, both of your hands gently resting on his arm. He nodded rapidly, stepping away from his group.

The two of you found a cluster of abandoned beds, and sat on the floor between them

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" He looked you over for any visible infliction's.

"No, no I'm fine..." You pulled your knees to your chest. "I just wanted to see you." You felt silly once it left your lips.

His face flushed beet red, you could even tell in the dark. His hair falling in his face made you reach a hand out and brush it back. "O-oh"

"You never told me what you think the next game is, Dae-Ho." You needed a distraction.

He shook his head, like he was getting some thoughts out. "I have no idea... I just hope its an easy one. Gi-Hun, uh 456, said that they've already played Tug-of-war, Marbles, and some kind of glass stepping game. So, uh, I would assume none of those would repeat."

"I'm glad I missed Tug-of-war... That would mean the number of survivors would be half..." You thought.

He changed the subject, beginning with your name. "What's wrong? I know you said you wanted to see me, but, I guess I don't understand why."

"Dae-Ho, I don't really know why either. I just, wanted to be with you. I feel safe with you. I feel like I'm alone anytime you walk away..." You blinked away a stray tear.

Dae-Ho was lost in thought, he had thought his feelings weren't reciprocated. Maybe they were after all?

He didn't have time to speak, because you have lounged yourself forward in a burst of confidence. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pushed him to the floor. He was laid on his back with you on top of him, as you pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

His eyes widened, his body went rigid. When you pulled away to look at him, he stammered. "I-I, Uhm."

At his reaction you pulled away quickly, "I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Can you please do that again." He was now giddy, a fat smile on his face. Excitement radiated out of him. "A-are you sure.. You seemed so..."

"No, no, you just caught me off guard, please, please kiss me again." He scrambled to a sit, hoping you would come closer again.

With a refound joy, you moved closer. This time you went slow, making sure to bask in the moment. You once again wrapped your arms around Dea-Ho's neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"You're perfect.." He mumbled against your lips. Though, he felt something wet on his face. He pulled away, his eyes soft, "Whats wrong?"

You sniffled, "Promise me. Promise me, that after everything is over, that we will find each other." You asked, pressing your cheek against his.

"I swear it, I swear we will meet after the games." He leaned in for another kiss.

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"Welcome to your third game. The game you will be playing is Mingle."

Okay, this one seemed safe. You had a large group, this can work. You tried to be positive, you had someone to look forward to after the game.

"Heyyy, we'll be mingling together. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?" Thanos went on, trying to hype everyone up. The only one who was just as high as him was Nam-Gyu. It worried you that he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, but at least he wasn't on your tail about everything.

"Please step onto the center platform. When the game starts, the platform will begin to rotate, and you will hear a number. You must form groups of that size, go into the rooms, and close the door within 30 seconds."

You nodded, understanding the rules. Everyone gathered to the platform. You noticed groups staying together, huddling close.

While following Thanos, you passed Dae-Ho's group, you caught his eye and gave him a small salute. It seemed the two of you now had an inside joke.

"Let the game, begin."

At the jump and pull of the platform, you almost lost your balance. You reached a hand out and held onto your brother. He looked over at you, for a split second he actually seemed like your brother. He was there for you.

That's until a muffled snort came from Nam-Gyu. Thanos pushed your hand off, laughing at you.

You sighed and thought of a smart remark, but the platform stopped spinning and a 'Ten' rang out.

Thanos laughed loudly, "We needa four!!" He screamed, shaking his face all about.

"Were four!" A man yelled back, and Thanos took off running. Your eyes widened and you ran after him. "Run, Hurry!" You yelled at Se-Mi, who had stopped to grab Min-Su.

Luckily everyone had made it to the room, just as the door shut the timer went off. The door locked shut. You peaked out of the doors small slit. You didn't see Dae-Ho. A good sign.

Multiple gunshots rang out, each making your body jolt.

"Ha Ha! My family! We did it!" Thanos bantered, clapping some of the men on their backs.

When the doors finally opened again, you looked around. You looked and looked for Dae-Ho. Finally sighing in relief when you saw him. He ran over to you.

"You're okay, thank God!" He hugged you, you held him tight.

You swallowed hard, "It's not over yet. I'll find you after the next round!" You said, quickly finding Thanos again.

"Yeahhhh! Easyyy!" Him and Nam-Gyu joked back and forth. They started dancing to the music as the platform started rotating again.

'Four'

Thanos stopped and looked at his group for a minute. "Gyeong-su, you're with me!" He grabbed his hand, pulling him.

"Damn!" Nam-Gyu said, gripping your arm and pulling you. While you were happy to be chosen, you were worried for Min-su and Se-Mi.

"Lets goooo!" Thanos yelled once we were all in the room.

"Thanos what was that! Gyeong-su over me!" You pointed your finger at him.

"I swear I thought I was pulling you! Besides, you gotta stop running your mouth. You made it, you're fine!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying. Sure, he talked a lot about leaving you. But it was always just talk? Right?

The door opened once again, you were thankful to be away from Thanos. Your new objective was to find Dae-Ho now.

This time, the second you saw him- you ran to him. You no longer cared about what Thanos thought, nor what he'd do.

"I'm so happy to see you." Dae-Ho mumbled into your hair, which his face had been shoved into right after you ran into his arms.

"I have to stay with you, Thanos tried to leave me. I can't make it with him." Dae-Ho didn't hesitate, and pulled you over to his group.

Though, Thanos didn't like that. "Yo, brotha. What're you doing with my sister!" He tried to shove Dae-Ho, but he was bigger and stronger.

The platform started to spin.

"Leave her alone, you obviously cant take care of your sister." He ushered you behind him.

"I don't know what you're talking about bro! I save her, shes only alive because of me and Nam-Gyu!" He argued, leaving out the crucial part of information where he wasn't the one who grabbed you.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I will keep her safe now, you can mind your own business and get along with Nam-Gyu."

They continued to yell and argue over the carousel's music, it was difficult to hear them. Until,

'Three'

Thanos gripped one of your arms, Dae-Ho held another.

"Thanos, let go!" You yelled, trying to pull from his grasp.

It was chaotic, screaming was heard around you. "Dae-Ho, this way!" Two men yelled out, Dae-Ho twisted his head but didn't move.

Your stomach dropped. You couldn't be the reason Dae-Ho would die. You were all running out of time.

"Dae-Ho, go. Please! I'll go with Thanos and Nam-Gyu!"

"I'm not leaving you!" He was adamant about protecting you. Damned everyone else.

"If you don't go, we will all die. Time is running out!" Dae-Ho battled internally, you let go of his hand.

"Go! It's okay, I'll see you in a minute!"

He didn't want to leave, he couldn't. But you made him. When he slowly walked backwards, you let out a relived sigh. You then turned to run with Thanos. Nam-Gyu was already in a room, his yelling ushering you two forward.

It was going to be okay, The three of you in a room. Everything was fine. There was time.

Until, Nam-Gyu moved out of the way... Gyeong-su was behind him... There was already two in the room. Thanos ran in, not thinking twice.

Your running came to a stop right outside of the door. Where Thanos himself had closed it on you.

A "NO!" Was heard from across the room. It was Dae-Ho. He tried to come to you, but he was too far.

Player 456 and player 001 were pulling him into a room. Forcing the door shut. You could see Dae-Ho looking out of the door slit, his hands peaking out as well.

You didn't turn to see what Thanos might have been doing. You didn't care. Not anymore.

You just wanted your last moment to be looking at the most handsome man you'd ever met. His soft eyes were filled with tears as he watched you.

You weren't upset, not scared, not nervous. Not anymore.

It would all be over soon.

You gave him one last salute before a loud bang rang out.

A/N- Not going to lie ya'll, I ate that up. But I still love hearing y'all's constructive criticism! Please LMK if you want to be added to my tag list, TYSM for reading!

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