#i’ll work harder pinky promise

[sscieloz]

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[latenightdaydreams]

Werewolf König x Human!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, non-con, werewolf, knotty, breeding kink, biting, chase

3.5k word count

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💖Set in the 1980s💖

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It’s half past midnight as you hug your best friend goodbye. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, so you made the hour drive into the countryside to see her, but you work tomorrow so you aren’t able to stay the night.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Laura, your friend, asks. “It looks like it’s about to snow.” She looks to the sky with her sage green eyes, cheeks stained red from crying, but she still looks so beautiful.

“I can’t miss any more days of work, or else I would. I’ll drive safe, promise.” You hold your pinky finger out for her to wrap hers around.

“Call me once you get home, please.”

“I will.” You wave to her over your shoulder as you walk to your car. When you look up, you can see bright gray clouds and the full moon illuminating the night sky. You unlock your car and get inside, turning up the heater all the way.

 The radio turns on, Air Supply- “Making Love Out of Nothing at All”, blares from the speakers. Singing out with all your heart along with the radio as you turn your headlights on and set off back home.

The main road you take has no street lights to illuminate the path; only the light from your headlights and the moon to guide your way. When you look on either side of you, all you can see is dense woods with the occasional farm land.

Fluffy chunks of snow fall from the sky as the road ahead of you quickly gets covered. You turn on your windshield wipers at the highest setting. The snow makes the drive seem more surreal. As you have stepped into a Disney movie. It’s relaxing, to say the least.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can swear you see something big. You twist your head, trying not to look away from the snowy road for too long. Yet, you see nothing. You chalk it up to you being tired and seeing things. This area has no wolves, at least not anymore. They were all hunted into extinction or pushed out.

The drive only gets harder as the snow falls faster than what your windshield wipers can clear away. The visibility becomes so poor you can only see a few feet in front of you. Feeling your heartbeat pick up from anxiety, you slow your speed to 15 under the speed limit. You’d rather be safe than sorry.

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König deployed to middle America twenty-seven days ago. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out extraction that went sideways. Two weeks turned into four. Panic set in as he realized he will change away from his restraints.

Day twenty-eight, he looked at his men with hungry eyes. Their fear of him becoming easier to smell and he knew he had to get away from them for their safety.

“I’m going to patrol. Make sure no one follows us.” He lies.

The sky beginning to turn a pinkish orange hue as he drops his weapons and runs. His heart pounding in his chest, dirt kicking up beneath his feet, he tries to get as far away from them as he can.

Looking up, the sky turns a dark blue as the sun is almost completely set. After what feels like an eternity of running, he finds an abandoned run-down farm. He makes his way inside the barn to make sure he is alone.

Once inside König quickly pulls his helmet off of his head followed by his mask. He drops to his knees taking in deep breaths. He can feel his body temperature beginning to rise rapidly and his senses begin to heighten. His pupils enlarge, turning his icy blue eyes black as he begins to pant. Pain consumes his body as he begins to change, his hands grabbing at his shirt and pulling the rest of his clothes from his body with haste.

“Argh!” König’s scream comes out deep, inhuman. His body begins to contort as he drops to the floor in agony.

His fingertips now sharp claws, black and grayish fur cover his body. Standing up from the floor, fully transformed, he takes in a deep breath before letting out a loud howl. He now stands 9ft tall. Taking a moment to adjust to everything he can’t stop sniffing the air. There is a scent, one that he has never smelled before. He follows it outside of the barn. Stepping into the moonlight, he begins to run on all fours in the direction it’s coming from.

König is blinded by his pure primal drive as he runs with one objective. He stops by a roadside and looks up to see a small ranch style home with two cars parked outside. A woman with her back turned to him hugging a taller blonde. It wasn’t the blonde he was here for; it was you. He was smelling you.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your car. It was too risky to run out and grab you now. When the headlights turn on his eyes; he squints, retreating back into the tree line. König stands on two feet and sniffs the air, letting out a deep sigh before dropping back down on all fours. He begins to follow you.

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You lean forward as you drive to try and see the road better. Driving was becoming dangerous, but you’re still 45 minutes away from home. Out of the corner of your eye you see the dark shadow again. It’s almost as if it’s something chasing the car, but you chalk it up to just the shadows mixing with the heavy downfall of snow.

The car’s tires begin to struggle to grip the road as it quickly becomes slippery from the heavy layer of snow. You lift your foot from the gas to let yourself slow down more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper to yourself as you feel your heart beating in your ears. You absolutely hate driving in the snow, especially when you’re so far away from home. Had you known it would snow, you would have had Laura come stay with you.

Just as you did breathing exercises to calm yourself, something huge darts in front of your car. You slam on your brakes and turn the steering wheel. A panicked scream leaves your mouth as your car drifts out of control. Within the blink of an eye, your car slams into a guardrail that stops you from falling into a ravine. Your head hits the steering wheel and you fall to the side slightly, making the music blast. The song “Every Breath You Take” by the Police fills the car.

“Shit.” You sit up and rub your head, feeling warm blood on your fingers.

Reaching over, you turn your rearview mirror towards you to check yourself. The low light makes it hard, but you only see a cut across your forehead. Letting out a deep sigh, you look at the car through the windshield. It’s smoking, but the battery is still running, so you try to get the car to start back up. Nothing. You’re stranded.

Stepping out of the car, you’re hit by the harsh cold and the snow on your face. It’s absolutely miserable outside. You remember the last roadside sign said there was a rest stop about two miles ahead, you could definitely call for help there.

You go into your car’s trunk and pull out the flashlight you had back there in case of emergencies; much like the ones you’re in now. The snow crunched beneath each of your footsteps as you made your trek to the rest stop. If there is one thing you can be thankful for, it’s the fact you wore your winter boots today.

“Just my luck…” you whisper to yourself, your breath visible as you speak. The wind whistles all around you as you hug yourself with one arm and continue holding the flashlight up with the other. The night is eerily quiet, not one other car on the road.

You continue ahead and stay to the side near the tree line just in case a car came. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched, as if you’re being followed. In your head, you tell yourself that it must be just all of the anxiety. No one else is actually out here.

That is until you hear a branch snap. You freeze for a second, holding your breath, trying to listen. All you can hear is the sound of the wind whistling around you and your heartbeat in your ears. Just an animal… You think, but then you scare yourself trying to think about what size animal that was.

With nothing you can do, you decide to just push forward and keep walking. Each step you take with haste, as you feel the fear of being watched, might be valid. You try to not freak out and waste all of your energy running, so in your mind, you try to calm yourself.

Maybe it was only a deer. Deer are heavy and live here. Could have also just been a branch falling down…

To relax more, you hum to yourself, just a random tune you made up in your head. You look up at the sky to gaze at the moon when you hear another branch snap. You twist in that direction and shine your light. That’s when you see the reflective glow of a pair of eyes inside the tree line.

The eyes quickly move away, your stomach dropping. Your mind goes back to the creature you saw while driving. You look around before continuing on. Your once hurried steps are more of a light jog. Your mind is torn between the primal urge to run and the human urge to remain calm.

Just a deer, just a deer, just a deer…

You hear another branch and you jump, turning again to shine the light on it again. The eyes appear once more, closer this time. You let out a shaky breath as you feel a wave of dread wash over you. Just then, you hear a low growl.

Not a deer, not a deer, not a deer!

Without a second thought, you turn and run, continuing down the road. Your mind goes a million miles a second as you try to process what animal it could be; maybe even a stray dog. Either way, you didn’t want to find out.

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König watches you closely. Your smell is intoxicating. Consuming his mind, he can’t stop pursuing you. When you hear his heavy foot snap a stick, he freezes; he can hear your heartbeat race inside of your chest. The smell of fear growing stronger by the second.

You shine the light in his eyes, and he cowers away from the brightness of it. He lingers as you walk away again, getting some distance between the two of you so it would be easier to follow you without being seen.

He keeps his pace, listening to you hum a song to yourself. Acting as if you’re unaware that you’re being stalked when your elevated heart beat says otherwise. Then he does it again. This time you’re quick and flash the light on him instantly.

His urge to get close to you is uncontrollable. Your smell…what is it? He needs you, craves you. You are his. He lets out a deep growl, feeling his body tingle. You hear it and take off quickly. This is the moment, his time to pounce.

He picks up his pace until he is ahead of you. Once he is, he jumps out from the woods and walks in front of you. Standing up on two legs, he lifts his head and howls.

A deep, truly terrified scream escapes your lips as you watch a 9-foot-tall creature stand before you on two legs, howling as a wolf. Your flashlight illuminates the thick, dark fur covering its whole body. This was the creature you saw running beside your car, the one stepping on sticks, whose eyes you saw glowing…

You turn quickly and run back in the opposite direction, towards Laura’s house. In a panic, you drop your flashlight, your only possible weapon. There is no time to stop and pick it up, as you can hear the creature beginning to chase you.

“HELP!” you scream into the darkness, but there is no one around to hear you. “PLEASE!”

Adrenaline courses through your veins as your feet slip on the snow beneath you. You catch yourself and keep going. Looking over your shoulder, the creature is gone. What the fuck… You stop to look around, panting.  

If it wasn’t for the claw marks in the snow, you’d think you were hallucinating. Laura's home is closer to you than the rest stop, so you continue running back in that direction. As the adrenaline wears off, tears fill your eyes, the rush of everything you just witnessed causing you to break down. You take a deep inhale before letting out a loud sob, your feet slowing. Allowing yourself to have a moment before collecting yourself.

You wipe your tears away, trying to steady your breath as you turn to look behind you. All you see are your own footprints now. The cold makes your nose leak as you wipe it away on your coat sleeve.

“What the fuck is going on?” You whisper to yourself as you sniffle.

You turn back around and freeze. Up the road you see a dark black shadow. Your heart rate spikes again. It doesn’t move, so you take small steps backwards. Unexpectedly, the creature walks away slowly back into the wooded area. Confused on which direction you should go; you just continue to go towards Laura. Clearly, no matter where you go, this thing can move faster. Everything around you is quiet; on high alert, your eyes dart around in every direction.

“Just keep walking. You’ll be at Laura’s in no time.” Your voice cracks, lacking confidence in your own words. It’s as if this thing was toying with you.

Your body shivers from the intense cold. In your mind you convince yourself that this will just be a funny story you tell her once you get there. She will make you hot chocolate and everything will be fine. You’ll be okay.

Just as you started to believe your own hype, your body hits the snow-covered road- hard. Your head hits the ground and your vision goes blurry for a split second. You can feel hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you back into the woods. In a panic you begin to grasp at the snow on the ground, trying to pull yourself away from it.

“Let me go!” You try to squirm, trying to make yourself difficult in hopes it will drop you.

The creature growls at you, refusing to drop you. It drags you through the cold snow, sticks hitting your face and scratching you. Finally, it drops your legs. You turn quickly and begin to scoot away on the floor.

This… this isn’t real. This can’t be real. You see a 9-foot-tall wolf looking humanoid. A werewolf? No, they aren’t real.

König takes a deep breath in, having you this close makes that sweet smell so much more intense. His eyes travel over your body. He needs to claim you. He steps closer as you begin to crawl backwards. A growl escapes his lips as he lunges forward, grasping your ankle tightly; screams going unheard.

His clawed hand comes up and rests on your chest, pressing you into the cold ground.  Moving slowly, his cold wet nose touches your neck and you wince. His tongue coming out and kicking you.

His hands grasp your winter coat, ripping his sharp claws through it. A burst of cold hits you as you try to fight back. You hit him in the chest and on his face. He grasps both of your wrists with one hand and holds you down.

With your coat torn open, the sweet scent gets stronger. He is getting closer. In a frenzy he continues to tear off your clothing. Your small body wiggling didn’t slow him one bit. Covered in goosebumps from the cold you feel his nose trail down your body until he lands between your legs.

Nuzzling his snout between your legs he begins to take deep breaths, it’s what he’s been chasing. He’s finally found his mate. The aroma of your cunt begins to make his cock hard. His fat tongue presses against the fabric of your blue cotton panties.

“No!” You try to kick him again.

His blacked-out eyes snap up at you and snarls before looking back down. Grabbing the hem of your underwear with his teeth, he jerks his head to the side; tearing your underwear off. You have half of a shirt on, your bra torn down the center. You’re basically naked, the snow still falling heavily. Other than the extreme heat from the werewolf, you’re freezing.

Nuzzling his snout between your legs, he begins to lap at your cold cunt. His first taste made him close his eyes; he has never tasted anything as good as you before. Your back arches, hands still restrained above your head. Squeezing your legs around him you let out a tiny moan. He responds with a low growl. All he can think of is getting your scent all over him and his all over you.

His hands move to your hips and pull you toward him. His hands wrapping around your thighs and spreading your legs wide apart to fit his body between them. His hips grind forward and rub his massive erection along your wet folds.

You look up at him helplessly as he leans forward to lick your face and neck. Slowly the fat head of his red cock begins to slip into your tiny little cunt. A loud groan leaves his lips as he feels you wrap around him. His claws dig into the supple flesh of your thighs as he rolls his hips into you at a rapid pace.

Hands grasping at the forest floor, grabbing leaves and pieces of your torn clothes. You try to crawl backwards but he stops you, growling as he pulls you closer to him again. He gives you a glare as his cock stretches you to the brink, you’re his now to breed with and you won’t be leaving until you’re bred.

He drops your legs and turns you over. Your naked body hits the snow and you shiver. His hands grab your hips and pull you to him so you’re on all fours with your ass in the air for him. His cock slips back in, making him let out a small growl. His balls slap against your clit as he bucks into you.

Moans leave your lips, feeling disgusted with yourself for feeling pleasure from this beast. He loves to hear your pathetic little sounds. König’s claws dig into your hips as he gets closer to cumming inside of you.

Panting loudly as he leans over and begins to bite your neck hard. You let out a pained moan, the bite feeling slightly pleasurable. Slowly, the pressure of the bite increased and it was almost like he was keeping you in place.

That’s when you feel his hands on your hips push you down more on his cock. Your pussy is already full. You squirm from the pain. The squirms don’t stop him. He is close now. His hands firmly pull you back again as he pushes forward and you let out a loud moan. Little did you know he was trying to knot you.

König was ready to cum. His teeth sink fully into your neck, causing you to bleed. He pulls you to him and pushes forward until it pops in- finally. Instantly, your pussy clenches around his bulbous knot. You’re so tight, his cock throbbing periodically as he cums deep inside of you. Making sure not even one drop escapes you.

His massive body keeps you warm as you lie there in pain from being so full. You try to move and he growls at you, still not moving his teeth from your neck.

Slowly, he moves his teeth from your neck. You try to move and lie down, but you can’t. You're attached to him. Looking back over your shoulder at him, he leans back in and licks your face before licking your neck where he marked you. Now you’re officially his mate.

He stays locked inside of you as he ejaculates until his knot slowly fades away. Almost an hour on the freezing cold floor. If it wasn’t for his body heat, you would have frozen to death by now. As König slowly pulls out, he looks down at your small body. His eyes focused on your stretched pussy. Gently, he lifts you into his arms and walks you to the barn. He would not let you go now that he has found you.

[iamyoursonly]

Childhood Best Friend (16/07/2024)

turns out my bakugo obsession wasn’t over so i’m writing him to feed my delusions because I saw this one line on tumblr and I had to write a whole story about it; i wrote this at 2 AM so it’s not the most creative hehe but bear with me

1.5k words — unedited

The thought of having a childhood best friend that you can keep in contact with really drives me insane, not in a bad way though, because it’s the kind of friendship that I crave. I have no idea how much time both parties dedicate to each other to maintain a relationship for this long, and I might be jealous of some of my friends because they have this and mine isn’t as ideal as I hope it was.

“Katsu?” My five-year-old self say, “Would you marry me when we grow up?”

The crimson eyed boy looked at me, holding out that ring pop he’s been eating for a while now and basically finished, “If you’ll have me that is.”

According to his mom, I went around kindergarten holding his hand and calling him “my husband katsu” for a while, and he was always around to protect me when kids doubted what I said. He’d beat them up or threaten them with his explosions saying, “You’re all just jealous that you’re not her, but too bad she’s my wife now so piss off.”

I was always around him and he was always around me, we were literally stuck to the bone.

“Katsu, someone told me I was ugly is that true?” I cried in his arms for the first time when I was six, and he rubbed my head and let me cry it out.

“Whoever told you that must have no taste, you’re breathtaking.” He says.

“What does ‘breaktaking’ mean?” I say.

“Breathtaking. It means you’re so pretty you take someone’s breath away.” He smiles, “I’m also beating them up for putting this nonsense in your head. No one messes with my wife.”

“Don’t beat them up though, please?” I look at him, and his rubs my head and nod.

This all disappeared when I had to leave to move away because my parents found a better job. I held onto his hand and begged my parents to let me stay with him and his family, he also begged, claiming he doesn’t want to be apart from “his wife”.

“Don’t forget me, Katsu.” I start sobbing, “I really don’t want to leave.”

“Can’t you stay?” He asks, red staining his eyes because of the crying he has been doing.

“I can’t, they’re not letting me.” I hold his hand harder, “Promise we’ll meet again?”

“Let’s become heroes together. I’ll become number one and you’ll be alongside me.” He squeezes my hand back. “Let’s meet at UA.”

“Promise?” I ask.

“Promise.”

We pinky promised before my parents shoved me into the car and drove away.

“Hit harder, you’re not doing it right!” My coach screams at me. “Okay, take a break you’re not thinking.”

I sit on the ground, stripping off my boxing gear then throwing them to the ground, “Fuck.” How am I going to be good enough to catch up to him? He’s gifted, hardworking and talented. It’s not possible to be on the same level as him without training harder, and I’m not even hitting right…

“I’m done, let me do it again!” I say to my coach, who’s wiping the pads I’ve been hitting. She smiles and signals me to start. I throw I few punches at her, then a few kicks, and some more punches. “That’s the spirit, young lady!” She says as I throw more kicks at her.

“Good work today,” She pats my shoulder, “See you tomorrow.”

I smile at her before packing my bags and leaving, stretching a bit before I take a taxi home to revise for tomorrow morning’s tests. I take out the small notebook I keep in my bag and start memorizing some main points from the book, “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” I whisper.

I manage to get a taxi, I get in and sit down and continue studying. After a while, I look out of the window, slowly rolling down the glass after getting the driver’s permission. Feeling the night air against my face, I start to feel home sick. It’s been ten years since I left Japan, and I’ve been doing everything he would just so I can get in UA. And I miss him so much.

“Congratulations! You’re accepted into UA high school, we’re looking forward to seeing you on our first day!“

I scream at this news before telling my parents and they were overjoyed also. They willingly bought me plane tickets back to Japan and even called Katsuki’s family to have them take care of me for the mean time, in which they agreed to. And all I could think about that night was how happy he would be when he sees me again.

He was not happy, at least I don’t think he is. He has this scowl over his face and he’s gotten so tall and buff since ten years ago.

“You’re that loser girl I hung out with? I literally have no fuckin’ memory of you since you’re so fuckin’ insignificant to me.”

Wow. He’s definitely changed so much.

“Katsu, I kept my promise, I got into UA and now I’m back.” I say.

“So? What do you want me to say? Congrats? Yeah no shit, everyone craves validation when it comes to me.” He says, “Congrats loser, for making the bare minimum to get in like it’s fuckin’ challenging.”

Okay he’s just rude now, where was that sweet old Katsuki I missed. So I just rolled my eyes at him and went to their guest room to settle down. In which Mitsuki welcomed me with a whole party that Katsuki was not happy about.

New school year, new me. I wear my UA uniform, ready for a new school year with more fun and joy every year. Until some weird guy stopped me and Katsuki on our way to school.

“Hey girlie, you look so fine you should be called mine. Wanna go out with me?” He winks, and I cringed at him. Katsuki full on glared at him, looking pissed.

“She doesn’t wanna fuckin’ go out with you, why would she downgrade herself for a fucker like you?” Katsuki grabbed my hand and started leaving.

He told him off for me. He cares.

“Why are you even helping that whore?” That weirdo asked Katsuki, and he glared daggers into him.

“No one can say that to her when I’m around, say that again and you’ll lose your dick.” Katsuki threatens him again and wraps his arms around my waist.

He turns to me, his face so close to mine before he says, “Let’s go.”

Since when was his face so masculine and defined. He definitely had a big glow up because how could one be so breathtaking?

“Katsu.” I say, “What was that for? Thought you hated me.”

“Still do, but only I can degrade you.” He answers.

“Possessive much?” I joke, but I could feel his grip on my waist tighten. So I just shut up and walk with him.

When we got home that day, Mitsuki made us fried chicken and some extra spicy mapo tofu (katsu’s favourite).

“Remember when the two of you got married when you were five? Katsuki gave you his ring pop after you asked him if he’d marry you and he said something like ‘if you’ll have me’? Oh goodness I remember it like it was yesterday.” She chuckled with her husband as Katsuki and I stared at each other awkwardly.

“Shut up you old hag.” Katsuki says, his ears red, “I’m going back to my room.”

Before he leaves the table, he drags me with him and we enter his room before he locks the door.

“So,” He starts, “What now?”

I look at him, “You dragged me in, you tell me.”

“It’s nothing I just needed a break from them.” He shrugged, “It’s not like I’m fuckin’ embarrassed of us or anything.”

There was a moment of loud silence.

“Katsu,” I break the awkwardness, “Can we like start again?”

“Like what, pretend that you never left me?” He says, his tone sounded like he’s hurt.

“I didn’t want to, and you know it.” I look him in the eye, and he keeps the eye contact.

“Missed you so fuckin’ much and now you’re here,” He puts his head on my shoulder, basically whispering into my ear, “I hate how you’re my weak spot and how I can’t properly get over you even though we were basically children.”

“Katsuki, listen.” I hold his face and he’s so close to me I could feel his breath on my face.

“Yeah?” He looks at me, features softening.

“Be my boyfriend, Katsuki.” I murmured softly, “For real this time. I swear the only person I’ve loved is you.”

He laughed out loud, “Thought we were married all along, wifey.”

I hug him tight and he speaks, “Don’t leave me again okay?”

“Promise.” I chuckled, “Also you need to get me another ring, I might have left the ring pop with my family.”

“You silly bitch. You’re lucky I love you.” He gently smacks me.

“And I love you too.” I smile.

…“And now, I pronounce the two of you husband and wife.”

Maybe this childhood best friend thing that I had wasn’t that bad either, seeing how we have two children together right now makes me smile at our memories together as a child. My breathtaking childhood best friend and the pro hero Dynamight that I could call my husband until the end of time.

[incogrio]

christmas, don't be late

SYNOPSIS: in which keeping christmas presents a secret is especially hard for yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: none, maybe slightly annoying reader, probably ooc yeonjun

AUTHORS NOTE: this fic was actually really fun and easy to write! lately i've been getting kinda annoyed w yeonjun fics because everyone writes him as a cool, macho guy, but he is also super silly!! he's a silly guy!!! so i wanted to show the silly guy some love. when i am writing this, my jack frost fic just went up, so i hope you guys like that fic :)) does anyone actually read these authors notes btw? LMAO, i might do a fic w an enha member bc i'm more into enha than txt, soooo maybe??? idk!! okay thats it, im yapping, love u!

as millions of people knew all around the world, yeonjun was great at many things. he was great at dancing, singing, being kind, hardworking, and empathetic. 

one thing he was never good it, however, was lying. while he didn’t necessarily find himself wishing he could deceive others well on a day to day basis; the closer it got to christmas, he wished he could. 

the first hurdle of the holidays was figuring what exactly you wanted. new clothes? a new watch? jewelry? they all seemed mediocre at best, and yeonjun knew he deserved significantly better than mediocre. 

then, as though sent from the gods above, you suddenly gained an interest in painting. at first, you simply mentioned liking painting videos on youtube, then, he’d catch you drawing little sketches of your environment. the final straw was when you bought yourself a set of 50 tiny paint tubes for less than five dollars. yeonjun was supportive, of course, and your paintings were beautiful, but he knew you deserved the most expensive paint in the world, with the highest quality canvas money could buy. more more than your printer paper, and dollar tree supplies. that’s when he finally jumped over the first hurdle of the holidays. 

now, the second hurdle, was keeping it a secret. at first, it was sort of easy for him. he would simply close his tabs when you came near, and made sure to avoid the topic of getting you art supplies whenever it arose. 

“junnie, what are you up to?” you asked, walking up behind him and his computer. the speed in which you watched him close all of his tabs was akin to superhuman.

“ahh, nothing…” he muttered, before turning around in his office chair and throwing you a charming, lopsided grin. he’d decided the best way to get your mind off his secretiveness, was to be seductive. so, he grinned, he looked you up and down, he bit his lip. 

safe to say, you weren’t too focused on his tabs that night. 

but, there’s only so much sex a man can have before his man gets suspicious. and, with the packages beginning to come in, hiding them from you was becoming harder and harder. 

the first package to arrive was your easel. he’d asked countless people and read countless reviews to make sure he got you the sturdiest, most functional, aesthetically pleasing easel. 

he was lucky when the package arrived and you were at work, but unlucky when he realized it came completely in pieces, and he would rather die than have you waiting over his shoulder as he struggled to build it on christmas day.

“i’ll just…. build it now! it shouldn’t be too hard.” oh yeonjun. what a fool you are.

you came home to him with his head in his hands, an instruction manual on the floor and seemingly random wooden parts strewn throughout the living room. 

“jun, what…” he cut you off, immediately jumping up and covering your eyes.

“yah!” he shouted, “don’t look! don’t!”

“i didn’t! i didn’t see!”

“be honest now.”

“i am!”

“promise?”

“pinky promise.”

“then go away!”

the next time he allowed you into the living room, a large blanket was hanging over the easel, blocking you from seeing the shape of it. you walked out, eyeing the gift suspiciously.

“keep moving mister! nothing to see here!” he exclaimed, gesturing you through the house like an airplane marshal.

when the second package arrived, a large pack of multiple canvases, it was significantly easier to hide. he simply wrapped the box in wrapping paper, and shoved it under the tree.

“baby, what’s in the box?” you asked during dinner, feigning innocence.

“hm? what… box?” yeonjun responded, picking at his food nervously. 

“you know what box.”

“haha! i don’t!! let’s have dessert!”

slowly, you knew you were breaking him down, softening him up. you were in bed together, after secretly putting some of his gifts under the tree.

“junnie…” you mutter, putting on a bit of a soft tone. “tell me what’s under the tree… and i’ll tell you what i got you!”

his only response was turning away from you and your charms, shoving a pillow over his head and loudly singing ‘lalalalalala!!’ for five minutes straight. 

finally, when the paint arrived, he felt relieved. the other gifts would be easier to hide, being small jewelry and clothes, so this would be the last of the big gifts he’d have to wrap. 

he felt so relieved, that a few days later, he was casually speaking to you about your gifts without even realizing it. 

“i ran out of paint today right in the middle of a new landscape!” you whined, grabbing a cold water from the fridge.

“ah, well, it’s good that i-,” he paused. his stomach flipped. he stared at the wrapped gift and almost felt it stare back at him. wrapped. gift. it was wrapped for a reason! he can’t go around revealing gifts just a few days before christmas!

“that i… um… saw… a bird…” 

“what?”

“bird.” he blurted out, before covering his mouth and dashing to the bedroom to hide.

so when christmas finally arrived, yeonjun was as happy as a five year old would be. he woke you up at five am, practically bouncing off the bed as he dragged you to the living room. within the next two seconds, all three of your main gifts were shoved into your lap. 

“open!” he said, the balls of his cheeks high as he beamed at you. 

you slowly and carefully peeled the wrapping paper off, partially to make him impatient, and just as you were about to reveal up your gift, “it’s paint! the best paint in the world!” he blurted out, practically shaking at the excitement of no more secrecy. 

“i see! thank you, junnie! i love it. here, you open one of mine ne-“

“no! you go, go go go!”

you chuckled, grabbing the giant, blanket covered one and shoving it off. 

a second before you could process what it was, yeonjun shouted again.

“it’s an easel!” 

you began laughing at his absurdness. “wow yeonjun! thank you so much! this is so thoughtful. should i open this now?”

he beamed, momentarily trying to contain his excitement by biting his lip, and nodded.

you peeled the wrapping off extra slow, watching him get more squirmish and impatient. 

finally, before taking the last bit of wrapping paper off, you paused. you leaned back, looking at your excited boyfriend.

“go on,” you softly commanded.

“it’s a pack of canvases! i did a lot of research, made sure i got the very best…” he rambled, going on about reviews and critics whilst you gazed at him. once you had finished exchanging gifts, yeonjun quite literally collapsed on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh.

“i hate secrets.”

you chuckled. “at least i know you could never cheat.”

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Regressor! Thanos w/ Caregiver! Nam-gyu

Summary: Thanos regresses out of fear during the night, after the first game. He only wants Nam-gyu to comfort him.

Contains: Age regression, mentions of drugs, mentions of death, crying, Thanos refers to Nam-gyu as “Daddy”, thumb sucking.

A/N: I was originally going to do regressor! Nam-gyu, but I thought regressor! Thanos would fit better with the idea I had. I hope that’s okay with you!

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The large room was dark and quiet as mostly everyone slept, or at least tried to. Thanos laid in his bed, staring up at the other bed above his. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own shaky breathing. The pill he had taken a while ago had worn off now and all he felt was an intense amount of fear. Thanos couldn’t stop thinking about what he had saw during the first game. The screams of other players and the sound of gunshots echoed in his head, he couldn’t make it stop.

Thanos hated how alone he felt, even though there were over three hundred people around him. He was alone in his bed with no one to soothe him and hold him. The want and need of comfort only grew stronger as seconds passed. Thanos needed to be with Nam-gyu, but he felt too scared to leave his bed. It would’ve been easier if Nam-gyu’s bed was next to his, but it wasn’t. It was above his, so he had to go up some steps to get to him.

A soft whimper left Thanos while tears rolled down his cheeks. He held a tight grip onto the blanket he had, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down, but it wasn’t really working. He was in no state to be able to properly calm himself, he just couldn’t do it.

Slowly, Thanos sat up in his bed, his body trembling. With shaky legs, he stood up as quietly as he could, then nervously made his way to Nam-gyu’s bed. He felt terrified of everybody there, except for Nam-gyu. Nam-gyu was someone he knew well outside the games and was the only person who he had ever told and trusted enough to be around him when he’d regress. Thanos knew he could go to Nam-gyu.

At his bed, Thanos stared at Nam-gyu for a few seconds, before gently nudging him to wake up. He stayed asleep, which only caused Thanos to let out a small sob as he shook him harder.

“Daddy..?” Thanos muttered. “Daddy, please…please wake up..” More tears ran down Thanos’s face and his cries became a bit louder. After a couple more seconds though, a tired groan came from Nam-gyu as he slowly opened his eyes, only to see Thanos, who looked absolutely terrified.

“Thanos?” Nam-gyu spoke with a groggy voice. He sat up and let Thanos crawl into his bed, immediately holding him close, since that’s clearly what he wanted. “What’s wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?” Nam-gyu questioned while he began to play with Thanos’s hair. Thanos shook his head a little.

“Hmm-mmm. Can’t..can’t sleep.” Thanos mumbled. “I..I’m..I’m scared..” He stuttered out. He looked at Nam-gyu, his eyes teary and filled with fear. “I’m so scared..I don’t wanna be here anymore.” Thanos admitted.

Nam-gyu sighed to himself, holding Thanos tighter. It was such a poor time for him to regress. He shouldn’t be in this kind of situation while being in that state, it obviously made him even more stressed out and scared, not to mention potentially vulnerable to others if they were to find out.

“I know you’re scared. It’s a scary situation, but I promise I’ll keep you safe the entire time.” Nam-gyu whispered to him. “I’ll always be with you and protect you. You’re going to be okay. We’ll both be okay.” Nam-gyu told him. Thanos sniffled quietly.

“Promise?” He asked in a small voice, slowly holding out his pinky. Nam-gyu gave a comforting smile. “I promise.” He responded while hooking their pinkies together. A very tiny smile appeared on Thanos’s face, as he laid his head down on Nam-gyu’s shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go to bed..” He murmured. “I’m too scared..” Thanos told Nam-gyu. “It’s okay, baby. If you don’t want to go to bed, you don’t have to. You can stay here with me and I’ll stay up with you, alright?” Thanos nodded a little, letting himself relax a little in Nam-gyu’s arms.

The two cuddled for a couple minutes, before Thanos brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck his thumb for comfort. Nam-gyu doubted anyone was up, let alone that they’d be able to see what Thanos was doing. Still, Nam-gyu positioned Thanos in a way that no one would be able to tell that he was sucking on his thumb. Nam-gyu didn’t want anyone to make fun of Thanos for doing something that helped soothe him, especially when he needed it the most.

It was silent between the two of them, but a comfortable silence. A silence that let Thanos know he was safe, and that he was going to be safe with Nam-gyu for as long as they were in this place together.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

I've literally been crying all day and all I want is jj to come thru my window and comfort me 🫡🫡

you drew stars around my scars

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: talks of verbal fighting, bad relationship with parents

summary: after being grounded by your parents, your boyfriend shows up to comfort you.

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you’d been crying for what felt like hours on end. you hated being grounded. it meant you couldn’t even go see your best friends or your boyfriend.

that had only began to make you sob harder. though you had seen jj just before you’d come home earlier in the day and received the news, you missed him so much.

you were used to seeing him every day for hours, even spending your nights or weekends with him. and now you couldn’t see him for a full month. all because your annoying ap teacher dropped you to a C for being absent during a test?

you had explained to your parents multiple times that it’d shoot right back up to an A when you retake it next week, but of course they didn’t listen. they never do.

you wiped your eyes with the inside sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. jj’s hoodie. you held back even more tears.

before you could lay down and get comfortable to try to head to bed, there was a sequence of knocks at your window. you sniffled and got up off the bed, wearily walking over to the glass, finding your boyfriend waving obnoxiously at you.

you quickly undid the lock and helped him push it open. “hi baby,” he said with a big smile. you watched it falter when he saw your face. “hey, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

you moved out of the way to allow him inside. he immediately kicked off his boots and shut the window behind himself, locking it then turning to you. his eyes scanned your face as another tear fell.

he gently grabbed your hand and led you to the bed, taking a seat on the side of it then pulling you to stand between his spread legs so you were at eye level with each other. “what’s wrong, sweet girl? what happened?”

his hands gently cradled your face while his thumbs lightly swiped at the tears falling down your pink cheeks. you only sobbed harder and quickly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your body flush against his.

he was quick to return it, his arms wrapping around your waist to meet at your lower back. “you’re okay, baby. i’ve got you,” he cooed softly.

you sobbed into his neck, your body shaking against his. “my—my parents grounded me,” you finally said.

he rubbed a comforting hand up and down your back. “‘s okay, sweetheart. we’re not gonna forget about you,” he smiled against your shoulder. “what happened this time?”

“my stupid ap b—bio teacher gave me a C and—and they saw it and flipped,” you cried. “i don’t wanna be grounded, j.”

he turned his head to kiss at your neck gently, squeezing you even tighter. “i know, baby. how long you grounded for?”

“a month,” you whined. “i can’t do a month, jj. i can’t not see you for a—a month.”

sobs wracked your body at the thought of not seeing him for that long. he left more soft kisses against your skin before pulling you back slightly so you could look him in the eyes. “a silly little rule your parents made won’t ruin anything, sweet girl. i’ll come visit you every night, ok? maybe i’ll even try to sneak you out with me.”

he placed a gentle kiss to your lips. “promise?” you asked, voice shaking.

the blonde held out his pinky with a toothy grin. “i promise, baby.”

[fairyleiii]

CARING ┊ synopsis: hotch takes care of you

✧˖*°࿐ kind of? platonic hotch x fem!reader

hotch knew something was up all day, but you refused to talk about it.

you’re hiding in garcia’s lair while she had gone to find her boyfriend, kevin, when hotch finds you curled up in her chair, crying.

the way you sniffle despite his sudden entrance is embarrassing.

he clearly wasn’t expecting to find you here, probably expecting the tech wizard, penelope.

"look, something is clearly bothering you. you can't hide it from me." you avoid his eyes, expecting them to be stern and commanding as usual, not knowing that there was a gentleness to this exchange.

"what's wrong?" he asks, clearly concerned but trying not to show it "you've been quiet for days." he leans against the table, crossing his arms over his chest "talk to me,”

"i'm not going to force you." he tells you softly "but I want you to know that i'm here when you're ready." be takes a deep breath, his eyes softening slightly as he looks at you "i'm worried about you."

"uou look like you haven't slept in days." he says, his voice low "your eyes are sunken in, and your skin looks.. i dont know, you just need help. i'm not sure what's wrong, but I want you to know that I'm here for you."

"you're stubborn,” he admits with a small smile at your lack of response, "but even you can't deny that something is off." he hesitates for a moment, then decides to push slightly harder "is it work? personal?”

your lack of response and the nonstop tears falling seem to concern him more as he continues,

"well, I can't make it better on my own. but what I can do is make sure you take care of yourself." He says firmly "that means getting enough sleep, eating properly, and drinking lots of fluids."

"i know you can be stubborn, but please don't push me away." he says softly "I just want to help." he leans in slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or agreement "deal?"

you hold out your pinky, not trusting your voice to speak right now. he links his much thicker pinky around yours, bringing it to his lips, and stamping it with a kiss, and you do the same.

"that's how jack an' me do pinky promises," he clarifies.

"alright, then." he sighs, knowing it might be a battle but promising himself he'd fight for your wellbeing "let's start with now. if you refuse to go home, come sleep on the couch in my office.”

before you can refuse, he adds,

“i’ll close the blinds.”

"okay'boss" you manage to whisper before he pulls you to your feet, wrapping you in his arms, promising safety, and maybe even love.

[lipglossanon]

Radar Love

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A Little Savory tier commission for Immy<3

Word count: 1995

Thank you so much for the request! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, teasing, flirting, cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, math homework 🤭

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes | may have missed 🫣

Title from Radar Love by Golden Earring

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You didn’t think twice when Leon offered to help tutor you for the math test you were struggling to pass. And at the start, he was super helpful. Then, once you started doing much better at solving the problems on the practice sheet, he got a little more lenient, a little more intimate in his tutoring. 

“C’mon, little sis,” he grins at you, patting his knee, “sit on my lap and show me the problems you have left to work on.”

Biting your lip, you fidget with your skirt before finally moving to sit down on his lap with your back to his chest as you both face your scratch paper filled with equations. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, chuckling when you shiver, “oh baby sis, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you grouch, ignoring the arousal pooling in your belly at your close proximity to Leon. 

“Ooh, someone’s got an attitude,” he pokes your side with one hand while his other fiddles with the hem of your skirt, “don’t be so mean, I’m just trying to help my sweet little sister.”

“Uh huh, sure,” you snark, grinding down on his bulge, feeling his chubbed cock twitch against your ass. 

Hissing, he grabs your hip and slowly rocks up against you. 

“Such a tease,” he grunts, the hand by your skirt hem slipping underneath to tease across the gusset of your panties. 

His fingers quickly feel out your pussy to rub up and down your slit. 

“Mmm fuck, love this fat little pussy, princess,” he kisses the side of your neck, “gonna let me slide my cock in your tight, wet hole?”

Clenching the pencil in your hand, you grind back against his bulge, spreading your legs for him to tease your cunt through your damp panties even easier. 

“I’ll think about it,” you sass and he groans, fingers finding your clit and softly rubbing circles around it. 

 “C’mon, baby, just sit on my cock, don’t even have to bounce on it, just wanna feel that snug little pussy around my dick.”

You squirm as more slick fills your panties, “I don’t know.. I really need to study, big brother. I’m trying to pass this class.”

“Fuck,” he rocks against you a little quicker, “just cockwarm me while you study, princess. Promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Really wanna feel you.”

You hum, pretending to think about it although internally you’re pleased as punch that he’s begging you. 

You sigh good naturedly, “Is that really such a good idea? You’ve been pretty distracting.”

His fingers massage across your clit making your thighs jump as you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure bubbles up through your veins. 

“Pinky promise I’ll be good,” he kisses your neck again, “pretty please, little sis? With sugar on top?”

You giggle at that, “Okay, Leon. But if you really distract me, I’m kicking you out.”

“Thank you,” he enthuses in your ear, fingers quickly moving your soaked panties down and off your legs. 

Shifting your skirt, he pulls his sweats down to his knees, weeping cock now jutting up from between your thighs to rub against your slick pussy lips. He hooks his chin over your shoulder to look down at your lap. 

He lazily thrusts against your cunt, “Can I do this for a sec, princess? Looks so fucking hot.”

You nod, eyes glued to the fat tip of his cock as precum beads at the slit to dribble down his shaft. 

“Look at that chubby little pussy,” he groans, “fuck, ‘m the luckiest big brother, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you clench your thighs making him buck up a little harder, “so lucky I spoil you.”

“Yeah you do,” he readily agrees, cock rubbing against your cunt until you squirm against his lap. 

“Putting it in now, princess,” he murmurs softly, pushing the fat tip past your clenching hole until he’s buried all the way to the hilt in your wet heat. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, teeth biting into your clothed shoulder, “so fucking wet and tight, y’got the perfect pussy, baby sis.”

Your cunt spasms and clenches down on his dick at his words. 

“Go on, work on your problems and I’ll let you know if it’s wrong,” he chuckles, big hands moving to your hips to grip them tightly. 

Tamping down the moan you feel wanting to break free, you try extra hard to concentrate on the paper in front of you and not your step brother's fat cock deliciously stretching you open. 

Leon nuzzles into your neck, brushing some of your hair away so he can kiss and suck the skin in front of him. 

“Leon,” you grit out, pussy fluttering around his cock as it throbs inside your slick walls, “behave.”

“I am,” he coos sweetly, “didn’t think something this small would get to you, princess.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper. 

“I mean it.”

“Okay, okay,” he relents, settling back in the chair, “since you can’t handle it, I’ll just enjoy myself with—“

“I can handle it,” you huff out, “I can handle whatever you dish out.”

“Suure, princess,” he mocks, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

“Go ahead, big brother,” you grind down on his lap making him hiss, cock kicking inside your soaked cunt, “I can study just fine.”

“Yeah?” he hums before chuckling and kissing your neck, “let’s see if you can.”

Nothing happens at first. Leon runs his hands up and down your sides, groping your hips before moving down to squeeze your thighs. It lulls you into a false sense of security and you easily go back to working on your practice test. 

A gasp parts your lips when Leon’s hands sneak under your shirt to cup your breasts. Glaring at your paper, you ignore him although the slow drag of his fingers up to the stiff peaks of your chest makes your thighs tremble. 

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he circles your hardening nipples with his thumbs, brushing back and forth and sending little electric currents of arousal straight to your clit. 

“I don’t see you writing anymore,” he teases in your ear.

“I’m stuck on this problem,” you lie to cover up the fact Leon is making your cunt throb from playing with your nipples.

“Ohh,” he laughs, tugging on your hard buds gently before squeezing your tits, “let big brother take a look then.”

He leans over your shoulder and studies the paper on your desk. Humming, he keeps circling your sensitive nipples as he reads over the problem. 

“Big brother,” you whine, hips swiveling down to feel his cock rut inside your pussy.

He grunts and pinches your nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger before soothing the hard buds by dragging his fingers across them. 

“It looks like you didn’t apply the correct formula, princess,” he breathes hotly next to your cheek, “try the quadratic equation.”

Body feeling like a live wire, you nod and go back to your schoolwork. 

“It looks like you’re pretty much finished though,” he kisses your jaw, “wanna move this to the bed?”

He tugs on your puffy nipples until you squeal and bounce on his lap. 

“I need to finish this, big brother,” you whimper as he keeps groping and teasing your breasts. 

“C‘mon, we can work on it later,” he tempts you, “let me rail your wet cunt until I fill you to the brim, little sis.”

It sends a hot thrill down your spine to hear Leon say that instead of just doing whatever he wants with you; it gives you a boost of confidence. 

“One more problem,” you compromise, “if you’re a good boy and don’t do anything else to distract me, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

“So bossy,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “deal, princess. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

That last part’s whispered in your ear and it makes you pull your shoulders up to your ears with a giggle even as more arousal pools in your belly. True to his word, Leon slips his hands away and holds onto your hips as he watches you work on your last math problem.

As soon as you set your pencil down, Leon is picking you up off of his lap, cock pulling out with a wet schlick that has you both moaning. He moves over to your bed, manhandling you back into his lap but this time facing each other. 

“Do good boys get to fuck that juicy cunt, princess?” He smirks at you, flipping your skirt up so he can rub his slick coated cock against your pussy. 

“Yes, big brother,” you lay your hands against his chest as you angle your hips and sink down on his cock with a whine, “good boys get my cute princess pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he moans excitedly, “need it, princess. Sit on my fucking dick and ride me.”

Whining, you feel him bottom out as your ass meets his thighs.

“Pussy needed me to stuff her full, huh? Need big brother to wreck your perfect fucking pussy,” he rabbits his hips up into your squelching cunt, “tell me, princess.”

Your nails sink into his shirt, digging into the skin underneath, “Yes, yes, m’pussy needs big brother’s fat cock stretching her open.”

Leon kisses across your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin and making you squirm and buck your hips. With a snarl, he grabs onto your ass and bounces you faster on his cock. 

“That’s right,” he chuckles at your fucked out expression, “my sweet baby sis just needs her big brother to take care of her.”

He kisses you roughly, tongue and lips devouring your own as spit leaks down your chin. Mewling, you roll your hips down, grinding your clit against his pelvis and making you cry out into his messy kisses. Leon snaps his hips up, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. 

“Wanna feel you milk my cock, princess,” he rumbles from low in his chest, “gonna give this hot pussy a nice creampie.” 

“Big brother,” you whimper, hands pawing at his chest as you rock your hips into his rough thrusts, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. 

“That’s it, work my cock with that slutty princess cunt,” he hisses, one hand coming down to spank your ass. 

Squealing, you clench around him as he keeps slapping his hand down on your ass cheek.  

“Gonna make me cum, big brother,” you whine out, bouncing hard and fast in his lap, “gonna milk your cock so good.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, swapping to slap the other cheek, “such a tight cunt, princess. This little pussy’s just begging for a hot load, right?”

He angles his hips until his fat cock grinds against your g-spot on every thrust, tightening the band of arousal pooled in your belly.  

Reaching down between you, his fingers rub soft, quick circles on your clit. 

“Cum,” you mewl, “g’nna cum, big brother, Leon—“

A high pitched wail leaves your mouth, pussy clamping down on Leon’s dick— walls fluttering and milking him like crazy. 

“So good,” Leon fucks his cock up into your clenching hole, “milking me so fucking good, princess. Gonna stuff this fat pussy like she deserves.”

He curses under his breath and buries his cock into your soaked hole. Groaning loudly, his cock spurts rope after rope of thick, sticky cum inside your wet heat. Rutting his cock softly inside your cunt, he shoots off again and again, painting your pussy walls white with his load.

Once his dick softens, he pulls out of you with a sigh and you slump forward onto his chest. His sticky spend drips down your thighs onto his softening cock. 

“Mmm, wanna nap and pick it back up again?” He murmurs, petting down your back. 

“Sure, after we clean up though.”

He laughs, “You got it, princess.”

[kitkatscabinet]

Whumptober - 06: Torture

John Price x gn! reader

Warnings: Blood & gore, depictions of torture. Part 2 of Kidnapped but can be standalone

You’d lost track of how long you’d been locked in this room, strapped to the chair. It could’ve been hours or even days. You’d blacked out so many times it was impossible to tell. Not to mention the lack of a window or clock that would give you any indication of the time passing. 

The only measure you had was the pain. How long it took for the excruciating to numb to a slightly less but nonetheless still agonising pain. 

The pain was all you knew anymore and it was so bad that you could barely remember a time when it didn’t feel like fire was dancing across your chest with every breath. The wheezing rattle that filled the cold, damp room with every inhale and exhale letting you know just how damaged you were internally. 

You feared a punctured lung, though given the lack of blood sliding up your throat and threatening to drown you internally you’d tentatively ruled the possibility out. Though it could very quickly change. 

Your left eye was swollen shut and you could still taste blood on your tongue from the split that ran through your bottom lip. Your chin dipped down to your chest, the muscles in your neck far too exhausted to keep you fully upright. 

Just as you begin to nod off once more, whether from pain or exhaustion you’re not sure, the rusty metal door squealed open, banging against the wall with a clang that made you jump. In an attempt to prolong the inevitable, you don’t bother looking up, subconsciously hoping that if you ignore the man he’ll go away. 

Unfortunately, you both know this won’t happen. 

A hand fists your hair and pulls your face up towards him so harshly it makes your neck crack and pulls a pained whine from your lips against your wishes. 

“Still with us? Good, would hate for the party to end so soon” the man cooed, trailing his cold fingers over your bloodied lips and down your jaw. 

Mustering all the courage you have left you manage to croak out the words you’ve been so desperate to vocalise, “Jonn will kill you for this.” It’s a promise, and one you fervently believe, even if you’re beginning to realise you likely won’t be alive to see it. 

“Will he now? Such certainty! Such faith in the man who got you into this mess in the first place.” He laughs, tugging on your hair even harder until it hurts to swallow and the blood rushes to your head. “I’d say he deserves a reward. A little present from you and me to let him know we’re thinking about him.”

You can’t quite hide the look of terror that crosses your face quite in time from him, nor the tears that start to earnestly slip down your cheeks once he stalks over to the small table you knew housed his various torture instruments. 

There’s no escape but you flail like it’ll provide escape anyway, it only fuels his laughter. You’re not like John. You have no training to deal with the fucked up situation you’ve been thrust into and it’s evident in the way you can’t stop shaking like a wet chihuahua. 

Your panic crescendos as you notice the blood-stained shears he’s now walking towards you with and all your previous bravado flies out the window as you plead and beg for mercy through deep hiccuping sobs. 

Obviously, it doesn’t help, it anything it only seems to spur him on as he leans in to lick the tears from your cheeks.

“Oh come on darlin’, all worked up and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He cuts through the ropes binding your hands but you aren’t stupid enough to lash out even if you desperately want to. 

It’s not until he lifts the shears over the fingers of your left hand that you instinctively start to struggle in earnest. It’s no use and even if you had been at full strength it still would have been a hopeless endeavour, it doesn’t stop you from trying. 

“Such a nice ring, I’ll make sure to return it to your husband.” With that, the shears snap closed over your pinky and ring fingers and you can do nothing but scream in agony as your blood sprays and the fingers that were once attached to your hand fall limply onto the floor. 

The shock of the pain is enough that you quickly pass out, it’s the only mercy you’re provided. 

He’s staring at your fingers. Your fingers. 

The ring he’d so delicately placed upon your finger on your wedding day glints mockingly up at him from the small, innocuous box that had been delivered to him. 

This time he can’t hold back the bile and he doesn’t manage to make it to the bin not even a few metres away before he’s vomiting onto the floor. 

Soap lets out an alarmed cry, rushing to see what had set his captain off and immediately pales like a ghost, a string of cursed words that John can’t tell are Scottish or English and his mind has just stopped processing information correctly. 

His eyes are still locked on your bloodied ring before Soap snaps it shut and shoves it out of view before he pushes his captain to sit back down. 

The world is spinning a little and no matter how much he wrestles for control all John can see is your dismembered fingers, stained with the red that taints his vision. 

It takes all of his men watching him 24/7 around the clock as if he’ll snap at any second to prevent him from doing something rash. Something he’s too furious and keyed up to appreciate, especially when Simon prevents him from punching a superior officer in his grief-fueled haze. 

It’s another two days post the arrival of your - since the package, when the task force is finally graced with news of your location. 

The general had attempted to keep John on base, something that had led to John finally punching the man before he could be stopped, he didn’t care for the consequences. He’d deal with them later, you were more important than his career. 

He’d almost killed Gaz too when the sergeant prevented him from running head-first into an ambush. He’d apologise to the lad later, but right now he needed to find you. 

When the door clangs open violently once more you don’t even flinch, continuing to lie listlessly on the damp cement. You don’t even fight or open your eyes as rough, sweaty hands grab your cheeks. 

The gentleness surprises you, but you don’t allow your surprise to show, sure this is just another cruel tactic to shatter you mentally as well as physically. 

“Open your eyes for me love, please.” The gravelly tone sounds hoarser than usual but you can’t help but freeze at what is undoubtedly your husband’s voice. You’re crying before your eyes even flicker open and you shudder against the touch you now recognise as your husband. 

“Please be real. I can’t handle a trick this cruel” you gasped through the tears. John’s face falls even further, a few of his own tears slipping down his cheeks and wetting his beard as he manoeuvres you as gently as possible into his arms. 

Your whimpers of pain are hushed with understanding noises and apologies from John as he wipes your tears as gently as possible before cradling your head against the crook of his neck. 

“I wanna go home. Please take me home.” The words are whispered into his vest before you can stop him and it’s only because you’re so out of it that you miss the stutter in John’s step and the way his teeth grit in devastation. 

“I promise darlin’.” You flinch at the endearment before you can stop yourself and John suddenly wishes he’d enacted far more painful deaths on every miserable bastard that had laid a hand on you. 

Clearing his throat and making sure to speak as gently as possible he does his best to reassure you, “We’re going home, I promise.”

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HAN JISUNG - TRAITOR

Honesty had always been a very important value to you, and you loved to believe that it was the same for Jisung. After all, he pinky promised you to always tell the truth, and neither of you would dare to break pinky promises right ? Well, you didn’t break it. You were always genuine with him, even when you weren’t proud of what you did, even when it was not enjoyable to speak the truth or to say certain things about him and you, about your relationship. 

And when life was not easy, he was there for you no matter what, and you were there for him when he needed you too. Because if you were together, nothing could hurt, nothing could turn bad. Except it did, and you felt the wound of betrayal so clearly, even now when you should be happy and smile, you couldn’t. 

You knew that Jisung would be at this party. Felix was his friend first, and even if you kept in touch with him even after the break-up, he couldn’t not invite one of his best friends, and you were fine with it. He had already filled so much part of your life with sadness, you didn’t want to let him invade every little thing you loved with his bad memories, and that included your friendship with Felix. 

No, you didn’t mind seeing your ex again. What was really hard though was that he didn’t come alone. Suddenly, it was becoming not so easy to ignore his presence in the same room you were in. Suddenly, you were overwhelmed by the many questions he never answered, the questions he used to avoid. Was she his new girlfriend ? Did he fall in love with her ? Since how long ?

It was even harder to believe that he could have moved on already, but even more, it felt so wrong. Because who could catch feelings so quickly ? Was it possible that your sweet Jisung had lied to you all along ? Was it possible that he played games with you ? Was it possible that all these rumors were true ? In the end, you were not sure of anything anymore : if he really loved you, if he was really honest with you. Nothing felt true anymore. 

Yet, so many people had told you that he was acting suspicious by the time he ended your relationship, that he was often seen with the very girl he was holding the waist of in front of your eyes right now. But still, you couldn’t believe it. No. No way that Jisung cheated on you. But still, a little doubt was floating in the back of your mind and you needed to ease it. 

“- It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you…”

Jisung turned around immediately at your familiar voice, a shy smile spreading on his lips as he nodded his head.

“- Yeah, I know… I’ve been quite busy, work and all of that, you know ?

- And your girlfriend too I guess.”

His smile fell from his lips, clearly understanding where all of this was leading and what you wanted.

“- Huh… Yes, a little bit.”

You wanted to stay strong, wanted to be confident and appear like that. Because you had already cried too much, already spared him too much time and tears. But your next sentence was far from confident, your voice shaking as you tried not to look away from him.

“- She’s the reason we broke up right ? You can tell me, I’m not blind Jisung. I see the way you look at her. You’ve never looked at me like that. I just wished you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

- I’m sorry, I really am… It just kind of happened before I knew it…”

He genuinely seemed sorry, but it wasn’t enough for you not to be angry, not to feel like you’ve been betrayed all over again. 

“- You cheated ?

- No ! Never, I’ll never do that to you.”

You nobbed, and in the distance, you saw his girlfriend approaching the two of you again. She didn’t deserve to hear all that, it wasn’t her fault, so you looked at Jisung one last time before leaving him behind you.

“- You didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor Jisung.”

LEE FELIX - GET HIM BACK

You met Felix in the summer, when going on vacation to a place so far away from where you lived that you didn’t expect to run into someone who was coming from the same city as you. But you did. And it was a blessing. You were spending your days at the beach with him, and then with his friends when he introduced you to them. They could be weird, but they were so funny and all you needed at that time was to relax, and it was even better to do it with people you wouldn’t see again. 

Felix showed you the most beautiful places in Australia, doing road trips just to get you to see this one spot that was so beautiful. So one night, during a walk on the beach to take you back to your hotel after another party, he kissed you under the moonlight and you were not stupid enough to reject him. It was fun, he was fun and fun was all you wanted for these holidays. 

But maybe he was too fun. Maybe he didn’t get attached to you as much as you got attached to him. You remembered how he would pass on some of the dates you had planned to go out with his friends instead. But no problem, all of this was not serious ! In the end, it became serious for you, and what was supposed to be a meaningless summer crush turned into you falling for him. 

So when you had to go back home, you knew that he was certainly not going to text you as much as before. And it was what happened. You stopped talking, as if nothing ever happened between the two of you, as if it was really not serious for him when all you wanted was to come back to that night when he kissed you for the first time. 

The worst part of it all was that you were perfectly aware of the fact that Felix had lied to you on numerous occasions. You knew that he lied about what he was doing, about why he was in Australia, about why sometimes he was seen kissing other girls. You knew all that. You knew that you didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you. But that was okay. It was supposed to end at one point anyway. 

So even if you missed him some nights, when you were lonely and all your friends were dating, you never dared to text him. Until this one day when Felix called you, saying that he was coming back to your city for a while, asking if you wanted to meet up. And obviously, you said yes. Because even if you wanted your sweet revenge for all he had done, you also wanted him again, you wanted to get him back. 

Felix invited you to have a drink with him at a bar, and you were mesmerized all over again by his sweet smile, his beautiful freckles, and his deep voice that brought back to life all the butterflies that you had tried to kill the past months. It was almost as if you were back in his car, driving through the desert with no other sound than the broken radio of his old car and the sound of your laughter as you shared memories. And if you ended up going back to his place this night, it was just for the sake of these memories. Nothing more. 

But it became something more again. Just like you wanted. Just like you had dreamt about. It was just not what you imagined. How stupid was it of you to think that you could change him and his ways of living ? You were nothing but some kind of amusement to him and you knew it. All you did was hurt yourself in the process and argue with him even more. 

“- What do you want from me Y/N ? I already told you not to call me when I’m out with my friends !

- And you also told me to call you if I needed something ! You’re not making any sense !”

Felix shook his head in disbelief, running a hand through his blond hair. Why was he so hot when you wanted to be mad at him ? 

“- I don’t understand you ! Do you love me or do you hate me ?

- I guess it’s up and down these days because you act like a fucking asshole !”

You turned away, slamming the door of his apartment behind you and not caring about his neighbors. That was what was so frustrating about him. He was sweet but toxic at the same time. He told you that you were pretty one day and the next you were annoying. He called you in the middle of the night but you couldn’t do the same. You wanted to break his heart and then be the one to stitch it up. And even if you were angry at him for now, you knew that you would come running back in his arms. 

KIM SEUNGMIN - ENOUGH FOR YOU

You knew from the start that Seungmin was not the most affectionate person, but that was okay. You were in a relationship, so there was no need to worry about him loving you just like you loved him. All it took was one comment from him, one remark from a friend of yours saying that he started to date you out of pity. And then you were spiraling down into doubt and worry. 

As time went on, you started to notice all the things your friend had mentioned. You started to notice how he would always prioritize his friend over you under the excuse that he had some work shit to clear up with them when really they were just hanging out. You started to notice how he always avoided your display of affection, even if it was just holding hands or his waist so as not to get lost in a crowd. You started to notice all the little things he said to you, about how he preferred when you dressed that way, or acted another way. 

And you loved him, you were just a girl in love, so you did that. You tried so hard to be everything that he liked just for him to say that he was not the compliment type. You really did everything he wanted you to change about yourself. You got into the things he loved to prove to him that you were interested in whatever he was doing even if he wasn’t doing the same in return. That was fine, because again, you loved him. And it took some effort on both sides for a love story to work. 

Except Seungmin didn’t put any effort into your relationship. It was obvious. Everyone could see it. So when he broke up with you, it wasn’t a surprise for anyone, even you. You knew that this was all a dream that would end soon, but you wished it would last a little longer. A few weeks later, when you saw him holding another girl’s hand in one of his friends posts on Instagram, you weren’t surprised either. She was his type, not you. But you couldn’t help and wonder what you did wrong for him to leave this easily. 

Despite what he did to you, you tried to move on and get over him. It was not easy, but you still tried. Because he broke your heart, but he also broke much more than that. Until the day you understood that you didn’t do anything the wrong way and that it was all his fault, all along. Then, sadness became anger, and you didn’t longed for him anymore but hated him with all your heart. You felt like you got through all the stages of grief. But in the end, you got yourself together, you had never been happier than since Seungmin left you for some other girl he came to hate too. 

That’s why you weren’t even shaken by the fact that you ran into him at the club this night. You even greeted him, just like you would with an old friend, and you got back to your friends who were waiting for you to dance. And as much as you tried to ignore him, you could feel his eyes burning holes in your back the whole time, even when you left your friends for a while to get yourself another drink, flashing a smile to the barman you had come to know since you came here often. 

“- So now you’re going out, huh ?”

The disappointment in his voice brought you back to the time you tried to be the perfect little doll he wanted you to be, but when you turned around, there was nothing left of that.

“- I do what I want Seungmin, it’s none of your business. 

- I know. I’m just surprised. You were not like that when we were together. 

- Yes. Because I’m not trying to meet your unrealistic expectations anymore.”

Seungmin scoffed, as he always did every time you dared not agree with what he was saying. But you knew better, knew that you didn’t deserve everything he did to you, that you didn’t deserve to be used and discarded.

“- I never asked you to do that.

- But I did it anyway, because all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. But I don’t think anything could ever be enough for you. I’m over all this Seungmin, I’m happy and do not think that I’ll ever let you come back and ruin my life again.”

You left with your drink, not sparing him another glance. But still, you could feel his eyes on you, and you couldn’t help feeling the sadness coming back all over again. He really fucked you up. 

YANG JEONGIN - 1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

Jeongin warned you before you started seeing each other that he had not so much experience and that he might be a little clumsy or careless at times. But he also told you to not hesitate to tell him if he did something that wasn’t good with you. And it all worked well, very well. He was such a sweetheart, always asking your consent before doing anything, buying you flowers, holding your hand during every date he planned, even cooking for you when you came home tired after a long day at school. 

And yes, he was sometimes hurting you, but you knew it was not on purpose, you knew that he didn’t mean it and he always apologized immediately, promising you to not do it again. So far, he always stood by this, learning how to be in a relationship with you, learning how to love you right. Or so you thought. 

Sometimes, he would act like everything was annoying him, even you, and he would send you away as if you were worth nothing. Sometimes, he would be the cutest boyfriend ever and take you to dinner at an expensive restaurant, and treat you like a princess. And you tried to tell yourself that it was only because you were his first serious relationship, but it was getting harder to use this excuse as time went on. 

And even if Jeongin never mentioned that the problem was you, you started to think that you were, in fact, what was wrong between you. You wondered if it was because you were too soft, or because you were too mean, or because you tried to control him too much, or because you were not what he needed. You didn’t know, but so many doubts were filling up your mind as to why everything seemed to unravel, as to why everything seemed to turn bad. 

You tried to take it the good way. It was kinda funny how you got a new lover everyday, wondering if he will walk you to your door or send you home crying. What was important was that you loved him and he loved you, and both of you could learn from the other to be better persons. At least, that was what you were trying to do, but apparently, it was not the case for Jeongin, and all you wished for was that he gave you as much as you were giving to him. You just wanted him to know what he needed, to know if he really wanted to be with you or not because everything he did was confusing. 

“- Why are you crying baby ?”

Today, he was so kind to you, but you couldn’t help going back to a few days before, when he forgot about your date and even called you clingy. 

“- It’s just… I can’t anymore with this back and forth thing you do all the time. If I did something wrong, tell me please, and I’ll fix it I promise. Just tell me…

- What made you think that baby ?”

You tried to stop the numerous tears spilling out of your eyes but you couldn’t, having kept your emotions for yourself for too long. You didn’t know why today, but it was too much to bear. You needed to let it all out.

“- You’re always telling me one thing and then another. You always told me that you loved the fact that I was very affectionate and two days ago you accused me of being too clingy. 

- Is it only that ? 

- No ! Don’t you see how complicated it is for me to get what you want from me ? I always have to be careful with my words to not anger you, and at the same time you treat me like a queen and I… I just don’t know where we are anymore. Do you love me ? Or want me ? Or hate me ? Please, tell me, because I really don’t understand…”

Jeongin was looking at you with a puzzled expression on his face, seemingly not getting what you were trying to tell him. 

“- It’s me who doesn't understand where all this came from. Just because I forgot one single date yesterday, all of sudden I’m a fucking monster that doesn’t consider your feelings ? You’re trying to make me look like the bad guy because you’re angry Y/N.”

You shook your head, attempting one more time to explain your opinion, but one word after another, and one insult after another, and suddenly you were screaming at each other like you had never been in love. 

“- Then I’m leaving, because that’s what you seem to want so badly ! I can’t believe that you’re being like this !

- Well, try to look in a mirror, because maybe this is all your fault instead.”

Jeongin slammed the door behind him, and you knew that sooner or later, you would welcome him again, because you were not ready to let him go yet, even if it was, indeed, his fault. 

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A request inspired by and written for @chloe2378559 and her idea of the twins having a younger sibling in Under Rageous. Enjoy!

Ever since their parent’s death, the twins together have raised their younger sister, Veera.

Things are getting harder in the under-city. Veera decides to take it amongst herself to try and help her two older siblings… but life is harder than it seems.

Her siblings were out.

Their rations were running low, so Velvet and Veneer had to both look for work in the Pit. Before they left, Veera could see the tiredness in their eyes… Things were getting harder in Under Rageous. More demands were forced to be met, leaving the people of Under Rageous hardly anything. If you didn’t pay your dues…well…don’t bother looking forward to seeing the next day.

“Me and Vennie will be right back. You stay here Veera. You have no business needing to go out. Do. You. Hear. Me!” Velvet stated firmly. The twins were seventeen, Veera was eleven. When their parents died, she was only two. By the time they were able to escape their wicked aunt after she laid a hands on Veneer, she was three. They spent their days in the orphanage for some time, but they were to be adopted separately, no one breaks them apart…so they ran…they met a group of other runaways that let them in…but like anything else, for them to stay, they had to pay their dues.

“Yes, yes I’ll stay here….Just…Please come back…” Veera ran to her older siblings taking them in an embrace. Veneer being the more sympathetic one hugged her back, Velvet just patted her on the head…Veera knew her sister loved her.

“Promises?” Veneer extended his pinky.

“Promises.” Veera wrapped hers around his. With a loud sigh Velvet did the same.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay Ven let’s go! Before all the good jobs are taken up.”

With that they were out the door. Veera spent her day like she always would; she wrapped herself in her giant blanket and waited by the door for the twins come back. She’d make sure she’d count every second, every minute, so she knew if she had to go out and look for them.

Veneer and Velvet were identical in looks: pale skin, bright blue eyes, bright, green hair…they looked like their mother. Veera looked more like their father: her hair was a darker shade of green, pine green, and her eyes were a dark Egyptian blue. Like her siblings, she had the same pale skin. Veeras hair was short, up to her shoulders. “Just like mom”, Veneer would say.

As the clock ticked she grew more anxious. Normally only one would leave, one would go to the Pit and one would stay with her. She wouldn’t be alone with these anxious thoughts and feelings…she’d always have someone with her. Was it always to be like this now? Would they both have to disappear? If they had enough rations, enough bitz, then no they wouldn’t. Veera wanted to help, she had to help in some way.

“Oh!” She got an idea. Veera went to the small closet they shared and rummaged through. “Got it!” It was a trap Veneer made a while ago…a Troll trap. Trolls sell for good bitz down at the Black Market. Veneer never had the heart to put it in use, but Veera had to, to help all of them. Grabbing the trap, she strung her satchel across her shoulder. She knows she promised, but this was to help them, to help her siblings…. She headed out to the world of Under Rageous.

Veera avoided the darker and more dangerous streets and alleys of Under Rageous… Her and Velvet would only venture there if Veneer was with them. Despite him looking scrawny, when his sister’s were in danger, he was able to put up a fight, and some of the underground gangs already knew. She quietly made her way to the area where Trolls were known to roam around. When she got there, she saw it was overtaken by Under Rageous thugs.

“Crap.” She whispered to herself. They had claimed this territory, she had to go look elsewhere. Veera turned back around. Troll sightings were rare, but not unheard of. A lot of the Trolls that were brought in were from the “outer world”, those that roamed the city were escaped Trolls that had broken free. Veera stopped at the corner of the building…she had to think, she HAD to catch a Troll. She stared at the lamp post above her, the light flickering on and off…. She had an idea, but she really didn’t know if it would work…it was dangerous too, but she needed to help her siblings.

Veera turned back around and headed to the far south of Under Rageous. Most of the area was abandoned after a factory went out and caused some sort of radiation around the surrounding area, or so they thought. Veera made it to the gates that surrounded all of Under Rageous, a giant wall that enclosed the city from the outer world…but Veera had found a weak point, a small opening that was caused by the explosion of the factory. She had discovered it years ago. She removed debris she used to cover the small opening so no one else would find it. One more peak around her surroundings…and she was out.

The only Rageons to leave Under Rageous were those who picked up jobs from the Pit to go to the Rageous Woods or the Hunters that were sent out to hunt Troll and other creatures beneficial to their living….Today, Veera made her way towards the woods itself. She didn’t plan on going far in, she just wanted to go far enough to see if there happened to be a Troll in the area to catch and sell. The woods were barren, all stripped down by Rageons for the valuable resources it had. The wildlife inside was dangerous, mutated by the radiation of the wastes left behind by both Mount Rageous and Under Rageous.

“I got this. I got this. One little Troll and that’s it.” She murmured to herself. Veera gave Veneer’s trap a once over; people really underestimated him, between her and her sister, he was tech savvy. Making this trap from scratch, he includes a small little net launcher to be able to catch a Troll if it was running away. She wondered what he would think of her if he knew she was doing this, once he finds out what she did.

SWOOSH!

Veera heard the rustling of leaves, the bushes shaking with movement that had just gone by. She froze, she listened…She knew it wasn’t a Rageon or anything big…yet at least. Veera readied the trap. Would she get lucky?

SWOOSH!

She heard it again. Her nerves set in and her body began to shake…perhaps this wasn’t a good idea after all, “Vels..Ven…please come back.” She whispered hoping that her siblings would magically appear….

SWOOSH! THUD!

Something small landed in front of her. She crept closer and close, the small little creature didn’t see to notice her. Veera got closer….A Troll!

The small little creature held his head in a daze, little groans escaping his body.

“Ow…I misjudged the distance.” He said. He had what seemed like dark pinkish faded hair. She could see that his colors were faded. Was he sick? Would this be acceptable for the Black Market? The Troll heard Veera’s footsteps. He turned to face her, but he didn’t seem afraid, rather curious…concerned even.

“You’re….You’re a kid aren’t you?” He asked. He stood to his feet and walked to Veera. She could see why Veneer was against this…they were quite cute. “Are you alone? Where are your parents?” The little Trolls checked his surroundings, “Where am I?”

Veera continued to remain silent…she was calculating her moves. She didn’t know what to do. She was finally face to face with a Troll, a little creature that would gain them a good amount of bitz in the Black Market, yet, she didn’t have the heart to catch him…but she had too..

“Are you okay?” The Troll seemed to notice her distant look. “I’m not sure maybe you haven’t seen one of me before. I’m a Troll. My name is Floyd. I know you’re a Rageon. I’ve heard of your kind before. Just never really seen one up close. You guys are bigger than I- AHHHH!” Veera snatched the Troll in mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She repeated as she placed him into the trap.

“Hey!” He cried out as his little fists banged against the trap.

“I’m sorry! But me and my siblings need the money.” She said. Before the little Troll could say anything else, the sound of voices were heard…

“A Troll? In the woods. You’re crazy man.” Rageons. If they saw Veera with the Troll, she was done for….so she ran…she didn’t see which direction she headed, but out of fear, she just ran and ran. Her breaths grew heavy as the fear grew in her body. This wasn’t the way she came…

Veera circle back around, holding the trap and Troll close to her chest. Nothing but trees continued to surround her. Tears began falling down her face…she was lost.

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no…” She repeated to herself. Veera fell on her knees, crying in desperation.

“Hey. It’s okay. Listen, let me out and I’ll help you find a way out.” Floyd told her, “I promise I wont run…I’m not going to do that anymore.”

“No! I don’t trust you. I need you to bring money for me and my siblings.”

“Well you can’t bring anything if you’re lost and can’t find your way back.” He replied….He was right, but she wasn’t going to risk anything. She finally had a Troll in hand, she wasn’t going to let it go. Veera was going to try one more time. She stood to her feet and began to head back again… her foot stepped on something….

PING!

Veera was taken up in a netted trap, her squeal echoed through the Rageous woods. “Hey!!” She cried out, “Someone! Help! Please get me down!!” She thrashed and thrashed inside the netting, but it wouldn’t budge or break… she was stuck.

“Please let me out so I can help you!” Floyd told her from inside the trap.

She had her sister’s stubbornness, “No!” She replied. Veera continued to thrash, move, and kick, hoping something would give and cause the net to break…

“Veera!” She heard a familiar voice call from below. She looked down to see Velvet staring at her wide eyed. “What the hell!!!” She yelled.

SNAP!

The netting was cut loose and Veera tumbled to the ground. Before she knew it she was surrounded by both her siblings, she hugged them tightly.

“Why are you out here? You promised you would stay back!” Veneer said.

“I know… I know.. but..”

“Then why are you out here!” Velvet demanded again.

“I…I…” Both her older siblings stared down at her, waiting for an explanation. She brought the trap out for them to see.

“A Troll!” They both gasped. The little Troll began to grow afraid as more Rageon surrounded him. Veneer frowned, this isn’t what he wanted.

“You know how much this will earn us…” Velvet said.

“I know. I had to help. I had to. You guys seemed so tired. And I hate having both of you gone!” Veera exclaimed. Veneer was still silent. “Vennie?”

Before he could respond, more Under Rageons appeared behind them. They scowled at the sight of the broken trap, they eyed the three siblings who stood by it, Veneer with the knife in hand.

“You broke it!” A male Rageon yelled..

“I-I…. My sister… she got caught in it. I had to.” Veneer said. Velvet grabbed Veera and hid her behind her.

“Why the hell is a kid out here in the first place!” He yelled again. His gang began to encircle the siblings. Veera did her best to hide Floyd inside the trap… if anyone else saw, they’d kill for the Troll…

“She… she…” Veneer couldn’t find the right words.

“This means you owe me bitz asshole!” The male Ragson came up and shoved Veneer to the ground.

“Hey!” Velvet kicked the Rageon in the groin, causing to fall to his knees.

“Velvet! No!” Veneer whispered harshly. These guys weren’t understanding, they weren’t compassionate… Everyone had their eye on Velvet, especially the guys… Veera was no exception, Veneer knew what they would do to them if they weren’t careful.

“Slut! He grimaced in between teeth.

“Leave him alone!” Velvet snarled back.

A wicked grin came across his face, “Boys, looks were all going to have a good time tonight.”

Another male Rageon came and grabbed Velvet by her wrist. Veera screamed hitting the Rageon on his arm, he shoved her to the ground. She still managed to cover the Troll.

“Vels!” She cried as they attempted to pull her away.

“Fine!This just means you idiots are too afraid to deal with me then?” Veneer called after them…. They paused. He turned around to eye Veneer.

“What?”

“Take the girl so you don’t have to deal with the brother. Real macho move.” Veneer stood to his feet eying down the male Rageon. Veera watched in horror, what was he doing?

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why take her? She wasn’t the one who messed up your trap. All because she kicked you? You really can’t handle a kick? I guess I can handle more than that, which means you can’t handle me- OOF!” The Rageon landed a punch square on Veneers jaw.

“Vennie!” Veera attempted to run to her brother was but was held back by another Rageon.

“Really? That actually wasn’t that bad. I guess I see why you’d rather take advantage of girls rather than…”

SMACK!

Another hit.

SMACK!

Another.

Velvet attempted to break herself free, yelling for them to leave him alone.

“Escort the girls to the entrance. Leave him to me.” He smirked down at Veneer, groaning in pain. Velvet and Veera fought hard to run to their brother, but the male Rageons were stronger. Veera turned to meet Veneers eyes. Don’t fight it, his eyes told her. As the girls were taken away, the male Rageon kneeled down, dark, spiraled eyes meeting Veneers bright blue ones.

“I’m gonna give you the beating of your life time. But next time, your sister is mine.”

Velvet and Veera were tossed at the entrance. Velvet attempted to run back towards the gates as they closed.

“Let us back!” She cried banging the gates. Veera hugged her knees, her mind racing with the images of what they were doing to her brother… and it was her fault…. It was all her fault. She buried her face in her knees and cried.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” She heard the Troll say from the trap. He was impressed how the boy protected his sisters… he had done more to be a good brother than Floyd had ever done.

“They’re hurting him. They’re hurting him.” Veera cried.

“MORONS!” Velvet yelled to the sky. She turned to see Veera. Velvet went and sat next to her sister, putting one arm around her.

“The hell Veera! Please just listen when we tell you something.” A concern in her voice.

“I just wanted to help…”

“But there are cruel idiots out there! Sick, cruel, bastards.” She turned to stare at the gates, hoping Veneer would walk in any minute. Veera turned to grab the trap that still held Floyd. She looked at him…. All for this Troll…. She had seen Veneers face when he saw the Troll…regret. How could she do this to her brother while he was getting beaten for them?

The sound of the gates opened echoes through the area. Velvet and Veera quickly got to their feet. In walked two male Rageons dragging Veneer in between them. They tossed him round the floor..

“Next time watch it. All of you.” The male Rageons retreated.

The girls rushed over to their brother. His face was bruised, cuts marked his lip and eye, he attempted to catch his breath through the pain that seemed his body.

“Vennie!” They said in unison as they embraced their brother.

“Ow.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry Vennie. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know… I didn’t mean too!” Veera cried as she buried her face into his chest.

“….just… listen next time….please…” He said in a soft voice. One eye was beginning to swell shut.

“We need to get you a first aid Ven! Come on. Stand please.” Velvet pleaded.

“Can’t…. Hurting…. Give me a moment.” He said in between ragged breaths. His sisters nodded…. The three of them stood there… alone. Veera turned and opened the trap, she shook the little Troll free.

“… I’m sorry…I should’ve listened…. All this happens because of me.” She said. Floyd stared at the three siblings holding each other. The boy was in bad shape, he was greatly injured.

“Well shoo! Leave us alone before we get into more trouble for them seeing you.” Velvet spat. She was angry… her brother was hurt and beaten, and there was nothing she could do… she felt helpless.

Floyd stared at them. He the turned to see the world behind him. He could leave now, he could escape, he saw an opening big enough for him to fit….but his heart was telling him something else. Floyd looked at the siblings again… a memory filling his mind… a memory of his own brothers…. Branch.

Veneer lay in between his sisters as they held him, attempting to sooth him. The sound of small footsteps caught their attention, they looked down to see the Troll approach them.

“I’m Floyd for the two of you that don’t know… please, I want to help you .”

[starshideyourfics]

Chapter three of Build a Life with You, the omegaverse mail order bride au, is up now!

Enjoy a quick preview here, then enjoy the rest on ao3!

Angel of the Home

Steve’s nausea settles, but Eddie encourages him to take things easy and rest when he comes out to join them. Not that any of the Munsons are doing anything particularly taxing when he does; they’re spending the late afternoon talking in the front room, and Eddie keeps Steve pressed against his side once he joins them. Dustin bounces around until the sun begins to set, yawning and stretching as he visibly sags. Wayne’s just said his goodbyes, needing enough light to get home, and Eddie tells Dustin, “I think you had so much fun this week that your body needs a break. Go on and get ready for bed.”

Dustin sulks, fighting his clear exhaustion, and sits next to Steve, arms thrown around his neck. “Do I have to?” he asks, only a little whiney as he snuggles into Steve’s shoulder, his breathing already getting deep and even.

Steve looks to his husband, not wanting to overstep his bounds, but also desperate to comfort Dustin. Eddie sucks his teeth, but refrains from saying anything, simply nodding to Steve so they can present a united front without turning this into an argument. Stroking down Dustin’s back, Steve says, “I think you’re already halfway asleep, Dustin. You need to rest, and so do I. I promise you won’t miss anything exciting.”

“Pinky promise?” Dustin murmurs, looking up at Steve and holding out his little finger.

Linking his own pinky around it, Steve whispers, “Pinky promise,” against his fist the way he would with Tommy when they were still young enough and close enough for such things. Dustin grins, fighting to keep his eyes open, and Steve adds, no longer whispering, “But you can’t just come to me if Eddie tells you to do something you don’t like, all right? We’re pack and we work together.”

“All right,” he agrees, yawning again and hiding his face against Steve’s shoulder.

Eddie smiles indulgently at them both, Steve smiling back as he rubs little circles between Dustin’s shoulders. “I’ll go get the animals bedded down for the night and when I get back I can carry him up to bed,” Eddie whispers before dropping a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Scent sharing like this should be good for you both,” he adds as he ruffles Dustin’s hair before turning to leave.

Steve hums his assent, happy to continue cuddling the pup, feeling warmth spread through his body as Dustin’s powdery sweet scent fills his nose. Dustin mumbles something incoherent, fingers gripping harder at Steve’s shirt. “Shh,”Steve soothes, “Rest now. Just relax here with me.”

Pretty soon, Steve has his eyes closed too, letting himself drift…

A gentle, “Nooo, don’ wan’ go,” mumbled near Steve’s ear wakes him. Dustin clings to him, and Steve holds him tight and buries his nose in the boy’s curls.

“I’m just taking you up to bed, Dusty,” Eddie says, gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I can take him,” Steve announces sleepily, blinking to try and focus on his husband’s face. He shifts his arms, doing his best to cradle Dustin close and get an arm under his legs.

He tries to stand, but Eddie’s hand on his shoulder keeps him down as he leans to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Don’t think that’s a great idea, sweetheart. I don’t want you to strain anything, and you’re clearly too tired as it is.” He carefully peels away Steve’s arms, omega and pup both huffing small whines at the loss of contact, and picks Dustin up, tucking him to his neck to calm him.

Steve stands, getting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and trailing behind him up the stairs. Walking gets his blood moving, wakes him up enough that he can dig through Dustin’s small chest of drawers and retrieve a nightshirt for the pup while Eddie gets him out of his clothes. Together, they have Dustin ready for bed in about a minute, Eddie tucking him in and Steve brushing a hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back from his face. “Night,” the pup mumbles as he turns on his side and presses his face into his pillow.

“Good night, Dusty,” Eddie says from the doorway, already leading Steve slowly from the room and back downstairs.

Once in their own bedroom, Steve rests his head against his husband’s shoulder and hums. Eddie easily wraps him in his arms, a purr rumbling through his chest. “Sweetheart, you need rest. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“You too?” Steve asks sleepily, nuzzling forward to press his nose to Eddie’s neck and drawing in his scent. No matter how tired he is, Steve dislikes the very idea of sleeping without Eddie touching him. Two nights and he already can’t imagine going to bed alone.

“Me too, Stevie.” He drops a kiss to Steve’s temple and tugs him closer.

Steve rewards him with a smile as he lifts his head and leans in for a proper kiss. “Can you help me? Too tired for buttons.”

Eddie chuckles, cupping Steve’s cheek and kissing him again. “I can handle buttons,” he says, gently flicking open the placket of Steve’s shirtwaist, revealing his lace-trimmed chemise. His fingers trace over the lace, then move up to stroke over Steve’s collarbones. “Such a pretty package for my pretty wife,” Eddie murmurs, leaning in for another kiss.

Glowing at the compliment, Steve wants to keep kissing his husband forever. He’s too tired to do so, and certainly too tired to even consider attempting more, but it doesn’t stop the wanting. “Eddie…”

“I know, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” Eddie pets his hair and strokes down his back. Focus shifted, he helps Steve change into his nightgown, then strips down to his underwear to join Steve in their bed. “Wanna touch you,” he whispers by way of explanation, “Feel your skin against mine.”

Steve has the same desire, perfectly happy to snuggle against Eddie’s chest, falling asleep in the span of a few deep breaths.

[the-aftonsparv]

100 follower special!! fun alien facts!!

okay!! 100 FUN FACTS!! for each follower!! i’m sorting them by type!!

hey also!!! i’ll answer the first ten asks i get. whatever they are. completely honestly. pinkie promise! ask me anything.

20 fun facts about me!!

i wrote this while listening to the alien stage soundtrack

i have a 4 year old nintendo switch! it’s pink and green and makes me feel happy inside

i read. a lot. so much, in fact, my brain is bigger than megaminds

my first oc’s name was nightheart and she was the leader of thunderclan

i have written fanfiction since i was 10, had a wattpad account since i was 11, and only recently got an ao3 account

i have four published works on ao3, and about five million wips

i have eight published wattpad works. and i forgot my account email. if you see an account that’s called like guest123456789 (yes. that’s what it was called.) and is mostly wings of fire and warriors that’s probably me

my music taste is the neurodivergent trio + mitski + indie + occasionally rock

i’m neurodivergent :) big shocker!!!

i have a lot of health problems so sometimes i wont post on here lol

i have uhh let me count 6 tumblr accounts 4 of which i actually maintain regularly

im going to see an ado concert soon :) first concert ever!!!!

my walls are COVERED in posters

i i have a secret pokemon card stash

i have a blahaj as well as an aftonsparv!

my blahaj’s name is daryan!!

my blahaj is named after daryan crescend from aa4. bc the shark motif? anyways

this is harder than i thought it’d be

im currently halfway through a zukka fanfic?

i have the biggest list of ships and fandoms im in maybe ill post it (cough scroll down)

20 fun facts about my fandoms!!

ace attorney!! current favorite!!

name a musical. it’s that

favorite musical though is either heathers or rtc!!

splatoon!! i speedrun it occasionally too!!

genshin (but only sorta i haven’t played since fontaine)

DUNGEONS AND DADDIES!! (current second favorite!!)

project sekai colorful stage!!! WORLD FUTURE STAR!!

LEGEND OF ZELDA!! (t4t zelink has me in a stranglehold)

mob psycho!! (reigen drives me crazy)

tgswiiwagaa!!! GREEN YURI

wicked (since the musical one lol) GREEN YURI

love bullet!! GUN YURI!!

BUNGO STRAY DOGS (TOP FAVORITE OF ALL TIME!!)

saiki k!! THE SILLIES

toilet bound hanako kun (not the sillies :(( )

percy jackson!! (leo valdez and solangelo are my favorites!!)

HERMITCRAFT!! SCARIAN IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE

deltarune!! rouxls kaard is so babygirl

s1 and s2 tales from the stinky dragon!! haven’t started s3 yet :[

ALIEN STAGE as of like three hours ago RULER OF MY HEARTTTT

20 fun facts about space and or science!!

space is really quiet!! so you’d think i (an alien) couldn’t hear music?? WRONG i’m an alien i have special ears or whatever

i just finished a brief history of time by stephen hawkins

the moon isn’t perfectly round

time is relative

*insert thomas jefferson* every action has an equal opposite reaction

space is really cool guys trust

it would take nine years to walk to the moon

jupiter has 95 moons!!

i’ve played where in space is carmen sandiego like. four times? shoutout to the androgynous rep

voyagers 1 and 2 are still working even though it’s been like since the 1970s

99.84% of the universe is just. the sun

black holes are really cool looking

space is really fucking huge

splatoon 3’s boss level takes place in space!! sick!!

mouthwashing also takes place in space!! sick in a different way!!

i’ve read so many creepy ai takeover space books i dont wanna go

my favorite space books are either the illuminae files and/or the final six + its sequel

my favorite dndads episode is partially in space (finding tori)

you can last like. 15 seconds. before the vacuum gets to you

there’s like LOAAAADS of corpses up there just chilling. forever.

20 fun facts about my aftonsparv!!

their name is slaughterhouse

don’t ask why his name is slaughterhouse

slaughterhouse’s favorite crayon flavor USED to be dandelion but it got canceled

slaughterhouse’s favorite crayon flavor is robin’s egg blue

slaughterhouse’s favorite ship of all time is either ranpoe (bsd) or mitsuaya (tgswiiwagaa)

slaughterhouse’s nickname is william.

slaughterhouse’s favorite song is red green yellow by the garden

slaughterhouse’s name takes forever to type out so i’ll be calling her william now

william DOES NOT LIKE being called will

or willy

or bill

william’s favorite musical is the starlight express because they have a crush on c.b.

william’s best friend is orbulon from warioware!!

orbulon from warioware is one of my favorite characters in any media ever.

william drives a ford f-150

william’s ford has been featured in three (3) two trucks by lemon demon music videos

william cowrote two trucks fanfiction with me (psst it’s published on ao3) (psst it was always you truck x2)

william just stared at me i think she’s hungry

william just started levitating so i better hurry up and finish

OH william is nonbinary and eats only crayons and transphobes

20 fun facts about you guys!!

my first follower on here was @the-purjolokhaj ‘s main account :)

this blog is most inspired by @the-blahaj and their creator!

it was actually @the-rodhaj ‘s creativity that made me actually start this :)

sorry for the tags you guys :(

im working on a really cool project!! its dndads themed ill put it in the replies maybe

i have an elaborate april fools prank planned so expect that

trans rights!

intersex rights!

lesbian rights! (this is the 69th fun fact i’m typing btw :P)

gay rights!

ace + a-spec rights!

neurodivergent rights!

everyone deserves rights. all of them. all of you.

you all are doing amazing

im very proud of you!

you’re still here :]

the secret language i use is enderspesk bc i was a HUGE dsmp fan (support tommy and not dream)

i was originally gonna be something along the lines of alienhaj, and then i looked over at my aftonsparv and my brain went WOAH

the fact that im aftonsparv is funny because in one of my discord servers im in im known as momguy (i ship mafumom pjsk with the purple guy (fnaf)

you’re all so amazing and wonderful and this blog makes me so happy! thanks for being here :)

[whoredmode]

for the prompts, i need dexteros doing a pinky swear

i’ll be waiting patiently 🙏

touching - send me two characters and a prompt for art and possibly some writing

31. doing a pinky swear

I.

Dex’s youngest sister insists that friends have to do it. Anteros laughs as she furrows her little brow; she remains unimpressed with their apparent indifference towards the gesture.

“You have to do it!” She pouts.

“Okay, okay!” Anteros relents, hands up in surrender while Dex rolls his eyes. Anteros is the first to put his pinky up, more easily persuaded by the demands of a seven year old, or perhaps more quick to embrace the saccharinity of schoolyard traditions. Dex matches his stance, failing to hide his embarrassed smile as the two entwine their pinkies.

“You happy now, Bri?” Dex turns to her, exasperated but not unhappy, their fingers still hooked together.

She nods triumphant, giggling like she’s gotten away with something as she runs back to her other brother on the jungle gym.

Dex looks back to Anteros and their eyes meet as they both chuckle in wordless contentment.

Neither wants to be the first to break away.

II.

The longer it went on, the harder it was stay away. Their days had become a cycle, a repetitive blur of working and planning, occasionally punctuated by the outcome of said plans—which usually meant Anteros going off and doing something dangerous. Dex would accompany him at times, but—though he’d never outright admit it to the others no matter how obvious—he preferred to be the tactician for now. As long as he got his due credit, he could live with staying away from the action.

It didn’t matter though, because as the days continued and the nights got longer, the feeling in the pit of Dex’s stomach only grew. He’d started to hate having to watch him leave. He chided himself for knowing just how much they needed each other. He wasn’t immune to the yearnings of his twenties, of just wanting to run away from it all. It was pointless to love someone in circumstances like this.

But when the day was over and they went back to their apartment together and they could hold each other without worry, suddenly everything made sense. He no longer wanted to run away, not without Anteros. When he could feel his caress and taste the smoke on his lips and fall asleep in his arms, it was this he knew he needed. This, this is why he needed to save Stilwater. This, his home. This, his promise to himself.

III.

Dex watches as Anteros argues on the phone outside. It was a trait he’d noticed early on in their relationship: Anteros couldn’t talk on the phone without pacing. He walks in an imperfect circle in the parking lot, hands trying to comb through his hair but getting caught in his curls. He’s stressed, but just as quick as the call began, it ends, and Anteros hurries back to the car.

“So this alderman guy, Hughes? Told me to meet him on his fucking yacht.” Anteros lights his cigarette while Dex rolls down the windows. “And after the stunt we just pulled, I think we’ll get Julius back.”

Dex is half-listening, his mind still catching up with the rest of his body, adrenaline from earlier still overwhelming him. He felt more anchored seeing Anteros appear so collected.

“He wants to meet you now?” Dex asks, more delayed in his response than he would’ve liked. He begins to drive back, silently opting for the scenic route.

“Yeah. In like an hour or two.” Anteros flicks his cigarette out the window. “Hey, let’s go get dinner when I’m done.”

Dex feels an uncharacteristic wave of relief at the suggestion.

“Alright.” Dex smirks. “But don’t be fucking late. I know you like to take schedules as a suggestion.”

Anteros throws his head back and laughs at the remark, but his voice is clear and sincere as he reaches for Dex’s hand and replies: “I promise.”

[whatthehelltony]

sometimes I imagine different ways my life could turn out. What kind of life would I want? I think a rainy day life is my favorite. One where it’s not always smooth sailing but there’s comfort in the little things. maybe she’s had I will grow apart. Or maybe she and I will run away together. She doesn’t like her family and she doesn’t want to get better there with them. I like my family well enough so I hope they don’t miss me much. I’ll save up all my money and one day I’ll pull up to the school in my used blue truck, a bag packed and sitting in the back of the cab on the little bench that’s not quite a back seat. She’ll get there too but instead of going in when the bell rings she’ll get in on the passenger side with her own bag and all the money she could get and we’ll drive away. We don’t have a plan but she knows I’ll drive wherever she wants to go. We’ll drive to the city even though I don’t like all the people. She likes the city and I know it’ll be harder for anyone to find us here anyway. We’ll get jobs. Maybe she’ll work at a diner and make art in her free time. I’ll get a job at the edge of the city working in a fabrication shop cause I took welding in high school. I’ll lie about my age but the man there won’t care anyway. We’ll both work long hours but it’ll all be worth it when I come home to the little apartment we share, dirty from work and holding a bag of groceries for the both of us. I’ll wash my hands and make some dinner and after we’ll sit on the fire escape, passing a cigarette between us both. In the morning on both our day off I’ll let her sleep in and start some coffee for her. I won’t have any because I don’t like the bitter taste but when I open the fridge to get the cream I’ll see she brought me a pastry from her work cause she knows I have a sweet tooth. I’ll sit at the window and eat my breakfast and consider smoking a cigarette but a long time ago she made me promise to never smoke without her and a pinky promise is binding. So I’ll sit there long after I’ve finished eating and watch the city wake up and the clouds gather to bring rain and I’ll picture all the ways my life could have turned out and I’ll think that maybe this isn’t the worst one.

[beelsari]

hello!! i wanted to do a little matchup since i stumbled across your profile todayyy

i would like a smut or fluff (whichever is finee) my hero academia one

i'd prefer a male character but anything is fine :')

i don't really have a preference for the characters so villains, heros, students anything is fine!

my description!: i am a 5 foot white passing latina woman and i really enjoy bakery foods :3 like muffins, donuts, etc. i tend to have a big sweet tooth! i enjoy things like dresses, sanrio, (cough leon kennedy) and anything pink! i make spongebob references that no one gets 💀 and one of my bad qualities is that i make jokes at really bad times (i pinky promise they're so funny tho)

(also if you needed a selfie photo i have sent one in messages!! just warning you so you don't think there's just a weirdo sending you a selfie)

I pair you with…

Denki Kaminari!

I read your description and immediately thought of denki but it was really set in stone when I saw your selfie. Immediately i knew that denki would be obsessed with you. He loves that you laugh at his “stupid” jokes and he thinks you’re the funniest girl alive! He’d constantly bring you sweet treats to show his affection, desperately trying to make you his. You two would get along so well, just watching a movie together and laughing the whole night! He’s also just utterly obsessed with you.

You and denki both work for the same hero agency, he’s training to take over while you’re a secretary. Every morning denki comes in for work he brings you a sweet pastry from your favorite cafe. You’re heart flutters at his gifts. You’re both so into each other but you’re both too scared to make the first move. Everyone else in the agency would assume you guys were married at first glance by the way you act around each other. You’re always 5 shades more red when your around denki and denki does anything he can for you. It’s so painfully obvious to everyone but the two of you. Until one day denki comes in with his usual pastry for you. As you unwrap your pastry, a little note falls out, “come over tonight for a movie? -denki” You immediately blush with a big smile. Butterflies in your stomach all day, waiting for the next time you see denki. As you’re packing up some of your stuff to go home denki comes up behind you “so whaddya say? come over tonight and i’ll make us food and a movie” he stutters, face red with his hand scratching his head in a nervous habit. You turn with a huge smile on your face “I’d love too!!”. Now you’re currently cuddling with denki on the couch eating takeout and sweets, as the food denki tried making almost instantly burnt. You are both in heaven. Denki looks down to see you’re beautiful face on his chest and he can’t help but get flustered and turned on. He’s so embarrassed at the bulge forming in his pants and he hopes you can’t feel it. As he gets harder, the more he needs you. He suddenly pulls your chin up and kisses you passionately. You are shocked but not upset as you kiss back just as fervently. He pulls you up on his lap, hands around your hips, and grinds you onto his bulge, causing you to squeak. “You’re so beautiful I just couldn’t stare at you without getting a boner” he giggles into your ear as you gasp and giggle back. He still can’t believe he has such a perfect girl whining for him. The night goes on with passionate love, and a new beginning for you and denki.