#not sure who decided to put him in a costume that not only hugs every one of his muscles

[wildsaltair]

the way his tunic fits over his chest is literally the air I breathe every day

[stayteezdreams]

Mine

Plot: When you decide to show your friend San the costume you aren't so sure about, you get a lot more than you were expecting.

Prompt: "Stop staring at me like that." "If you didn't want me to stare, you shouldn't have worn that."

Pairing: Best Friend!Choi San x Gn!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Warnings: A bit suggestive throughout. I tried my best not to be too descriptive about body type or gender but it might not be perfectly gender neutral, I apologize. Slight mentions of self-esteem issues, or body-image issues, reference to low confidence.

A/N: Don't go into this expecting too much lol, you have been warned.

Words: ~1.8k

Most years when it came to Halloween, you played it relatively safe. Choosing a famous character that matched your vibe. But you got bored of it, plus you were running out of characters you could pass for.

After some convincing, one of your friends persuaded you to dress up as a character from a show you both watched. They were also going to be a character from said show, so you wouldn't be alone.

The only problem was the costume of said characters was somewhat....revealing. Parts of the costume were cut to expose random areas of your body, and though none were too risqué, the costume itself hugged your figure in a way that left nothing to imagination.

You were uncertain if it suited you, or if you would be comfortable overall. The friend who suggested was no help in making you feel better, as they had already gotten excited about you being said character.

You had tried the costume on a few times, and every time you remained uncertain if it suited you. Was it the color? The overall vibe? Did it just not suit your body type?

When the topic of costumes came up with another one of your best-friends, San, you mentioned to him you weren't feeling too confident about the costume your friend gave you.

"I mean, I like it, but...it's not like anything I've worn before. I don't know if it suits me really."

Glancing at San who nodded along, understanding, but not fully knowing your predicament. He smiled softly, "Can I see it on you? Maybe I can help you decide?"

You perked up a bit at this, though you were a bit bashful about it too. "Would that be okay?"

He nodded with a bright smile before you hummed.

"Okay!" You rose before looking back at him, "It'll take a bit for me to put it on."

He chuckled and nodded, "No rush."

It seemed like a good idea at first, San was always helpful and always honest with you. But as you put the costume on you remembered just how it looked on you and you began to regret asking him to look at it.

San had never seen you in anything really revealing or figure hugging, not that he would care, he was one of your closest friends. But he was also the guy you had a crush on for ages. And even if he didn't care what you looked like in the costume, you began feeling timid.

Would he think you looked bad? You felt your chest clench a bit at this thought. That would definitely not help your confidence. You weren't sure if you wanted this now.

"Is everything okay?" You heard San's voice come from outside the door.

You let out a soft sigh. "Yeah! One second!"

You had finished putting the costume on but felt apprehensive about showing San. Taking a deep breath, deciding it would be too weird for you to suddenly change your mind, you walked out of the bathroom.

San was looking down at his phone and waiting for you patiently at the edge of your bed. Hearing you come out, his eyes shot up to see you, but what he saw was nothing like what he was expecting.

His heart seemed to stop all together as his breath caught in his throat. He was sure he looked stunned as he stared at you, unable to look away.

San always thought you looked great, no matter what you wore, but seeing you like this was more than he ever expected or could wish for.

The costume accentuated every part of you he often caught himself staring at. Various patches of your skin were exposed, and San felt his ears burning hot at the sight.

It took you a moment to gain the confidence to look at San's reaction. When you did you weren't expected to see him slack-jawed and stunned.

Was it a good thing? A bad thing? Was the costume too much?

When his eyes started raking over your body slowly, you felt a shiver run up your spine as you felt almost naked. You felt shy under his gaze, the look on his face something you had never seen.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "San, stop staring at me like that."

San's eyes finally rose to your face, and he saw the way his stare made you react. You were nervous and shy under his gaze.

'Cute.'

"If you didn't want me to stare, you shouldn't have worn that."

"Wh- but- I" You looked down at yourself. "You told me to try it on! To help me decide if I should wear it"

"Don't."

Your eyes shot back to him, only to see him staring at your body again. "What?"

"Don't wear it."

You looked back down at yourself, your chest tightening a bit. Was it really that bad? Or maybe he was feeling protective?

"Does it look that bad?"

Through San's struggle to keep his composure, the tone of your voice caught him off guard. Paying attention to your gaze as you turned and looked in the mirror, he realized his mistake. He was making you insecure.

He stood up, "That's not what I meant."

You looked back at him, "Then it just doesn't suit me?"

San let out a shaky breath as he desperately raked his eyes over you again before swallowing harshly. As you shuffled on your feet anxiously, he clenched his eyes shut.

"That's also not what I mean."

"Then why shouldn't I wear it?"

He opened his eyes again and took a step closer to you. Your hands absentmindedly rose to your chest out of nerves and he wondered if you were feeling as....tense as he was.

You noticed his almost darkened gaze as he stared at you again. You swallowed nervously as he stepped closer.

"It suits you....too well."

"Too well?"

He nodded and you noticed the way he swallowed before he licked his lips and spoke again. "You look great. Amazing even, and I... don't want others to see you like this."

Another step forward and he was mere inches from you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as his eyes cast down to your body again. Your breath caught in your throat. What exactly did he mean? What was he thinking?

"I-" slowly, he lifted his arm, as his hand hovered above the exposed skin of your shoulder. "I want to be the only one to see you like this. I want to keep it to myself."

His voice was low, almost raspy, a shiver coursed through you as you heard it. Slowly his eyes lifted and locked with yours. The look in his gaze was almost dangerous, and it took your breath away.

"Why?"

"I don't want anyone to try and steal you from me. I want you to be mine."

You swallowed nervously; San didn't fail to notice it. He took another step closer, until your chests were almost touching. His face was close to yours and you nervously met his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I want you to understand why I'm saying these things."

You almost jolted as you felt San's hand suddenly grab your waist, his hands touching your bare skin were the costume revealed it. His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you against him.

His eyes stared deeply into yours as he inched closer.

"San?" Your voice was a whisper, barely heard.

"I've always wanted to keep you all to myself, but I thought it was too selfish. But this. Letting other's see you looking like this, seeing parts of you only I should see. I can't stand it. So, let me be selfish this time. Please."

Your breath wavered as San inched closer, his lips almost grazing yours as his eyes held a desperation you couldn't miss.

"Please?" He repeated, his voice soft, barely heard.

Your mind was fuzzy as your stomach swirled, warmth encasing you. You were unable to speak, so you just nodded your head.

Before you could even process your action, San's lips were against yours. His arm wrapped around you in a desperate attempt to bring you closer. One hand now held the back of your head, the kiss was deep, passionate.

As his tongue met your lips, asking for entrance, you obliged, almost gasping at his actions as he pressed you up against the wall as the kiss became almost sloppy. His fingers intertwined with your hair as his body pressed against yours.

San, managing to get some form of grip on himself, pulled away, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours. Opening his eyes he looked at your breathless figure. Slowly you opened your own eyes, as your gazes locked.

Bringing his hand to your face he gently caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry. I just- lost control a bit." He gently caressed your lightly swollen lips with his thumb. "It's been so hard repressing my feelings for you. I've always wanted you so badly, and today, seeing you..." He let out a soft chuckle, "I just couldn't hold it in any longer."

You smiled softly, "How long exactly? Have you felt like this."

"A few years, at least."

Your heart was racing as your chest clenched. All this time, you felt the same way, both of you unknowingly repressing shared feelings. Hurting yourselves and each other by never making it known.

"Then I'm sorry too." You said softly and he frowned, "Because I've been hiding it for just as long."

San stared at you for a second before a smile slowly spread across his face as he let out a soft chuckle.

"I guess we have a lot to make up for."

You nodded softly with a smile and San peered down at your figure again. He hissed as he let out a staggered breath, biting his lip. Your ears burned as he stared, your heart racing.

Bringing his hand down, he gently trailed his hand down your stomach before he hooked his finger under the cloth where it exposed your side.

Meeting your eyes again he spoke with an almost hungry tone. "Are you going to wear this?"

You bit back a grin, "I suppose I can find something else."

He smiled and tilted his head as he leaned in closer to you again, his lips hovered over yours. "Good."

You wish you had taken a breath before he kissed you again. You could tell from the way his hands hungrily gripped you as he pushed you against the wall again, his lips never breaking contact, that this was going to last a while.

xx End xx

A/N: I have written some fluff, some humor and a little spooky. So I thought I would write something a bit suggestive to throw in as well lol. Hope you liked it!

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[taintandviolent]

howlin' for you ; Kai Anderson x reader

summary: Winter throws a Halloween party, Kai dresses up as a werewolf, and “hunts” you, one of Winter’s hotter friends. How cute, you dressed up like a cat for the party. He knows that masked, it’s the only way you’d ever consider fucking him. w a r n i n g s: 3.4k words! hard to get!reader, dubcon / slight non-con, rough sex, unprotected sex, rough blowjobs, handjobs, mask kink, mentions of fucking in animal costumes, animal noises, despite all that this isn't a furry fic. a/n: [🎃 part of #lizzie's halloween fics! 🎃] baby's first Kai fic... be gentler than he was to reader. full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / ♪ recommended playlist here! ♪

You peel your eyes open, reaching blindly for the flat, room-temperature can of soda on the floor.

“Hello?”

A pause. You take a sip.

“Hey Winter. Yeah… yeah, I’m still coming.”

She asks if you decided on a costume.

“Yeah, I’m going to wear that kitty outfit. The one with the fur on the tummy.” You sniff, and add: “Is your fuckin’ weirdo brother going to be there?”

Winter pauses. “Yeah, Y/N… we live in the same house. I can’t lock him in his basement.”

“I fucking will, then.”

“Go for it.”

You hang up the phone.

-

You take a deep breath and open the door. It’s crowded and there’s bodies everywhere; undulating to the music or clustered in corners. The room smells like the inside of your trick-or-treat bag as a kid; a melange of candy, fabric and latex. There’s a fog machine going in the corner, and it hisses as you walk by.

Winter has decorated the place adorably; black and orange streamers hang from every corner and are stretched across the entire living room. There’s bowls of candy on the coffee table, flanked by little paper table toppers of various spooky characters. As you walk by, you flick one, smiling as it bobbles back and forth.

You saunter across the living room, swaying your ass back and forth. You felt hot; the little sexy kitty decision had been a good one. So far, the Grease Lord hadn’t made his presence known - maybe he locked himself in the basement and didn’t want to play with Winter’s friends. Good.

Your head turns back and forth, surveying all the costumes. Most of them are minimal effort, but you appreciate the fact that they came dressed up at all. Better than the alternative of showing up in a ‘This is my costume’ t-shirt. One costume in particular catches your eye. Big werewolf. It’s a good costume; he’s got the whole ripped and shredded clothing thing going on, boot covers, gloves with claws and fur… this dude at least put in a little more effort than the guy wrapped in nothing but a sheet and telling people he’s Caesar.

Wolf stands in the corner, leaning against the wall and offering a nod to anyone who interacts with him. Whether or not that’s a part of his wolfish act, or just the bland personality of the dude in the costume, you aren’t sure. His head turns slightly, and you assume that he’s clocked you. You cover your mouth with your kitty mittens in a dramatic gasp as you pass him, amping up the scared kitty act. You throw in a little hiss as you round the corner. Very cute.

You head for the punch bowl, hoping that Winter made it because whenever Winter makes the drinks, they're good. Much to your relief, she’s actually there, refilling it. Sick. She’s dressed as a fallen angel and the black feathers on her wings flutter as she leans over the bowl.  

“Meeeeooooow,” you say, swiping at her halo with your furry mittens. She immediately recognises you and grins, happy that through all of your party fatigue from last night, you still made it to her party, too. You pull her in for a hug, swaying her back and forth. Winter was never a hugger, but you decidedly were, and made a show of it every time.  

“Have you seen Kai yet?” She asks, almost nervously as she hands you a cup with red liquid quivering at the top. You take a large gulp, savouring the perfect blend of punch and alcohol.

“Oh, so he is here. Great .” You take another sip. “But no, thank god. He seems like the type to hate cats, so hopefully he’ll leave me alone.”

She quirks a brow, questioning your statement.

“Nevermind.” Not a conversation you were ready for. When you turn to look back at the wolf in the corner, he’s gone. There’s something in your gut that gives you pause, but you chalk it up as a disappointment that the wolf had lost interest in his feline prey.

“I’m gonna’ mingle,” you say, wiggling your fingers at her.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.”

“Oooh, that’s no fun.” You frown. “If you see Kai, tell him I hate him, pretty please.”

Winter looks uncomfortable. Underneath all his cringey faults, he is still her brother and your hate for him has always been extreme. She wondered if it’s something else… something less about trying to convince yourself to be nice to him and more about trying to convince yourself to hate him. She’d never dare say that to your face, though.

As you wander, there’s a few people you recognise and hold meaningless conversations with. That is, until the wolf is in your peripheral again. He’s holding a cup, but not drinking from it. Probably because he couldn’t… not without taking his mask off. Which, given his current objective, seemed counterproductive. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and you were curious… so you ended your current conversation, darted around the corner, and picked up a casual one with a mutual friend. Thomas? Brad? Despite digging your fingers deep into your brain, you couldn’t recall the poor bastard’s name. It didn’t matter; your eyes flitted back and forth, surveying your surroundings. Not more than a minute later, he was there again, nestled into the opposite corner. Close enough that you could see him, but far away enough that you wouldn’t notice, if you weren’t paying attention. Fortunately for him, you were. Your heart skipped a beat, thudding behind your ribcage.

“Hey, hold that thought - I’m gonna’ get more punch.” They can hardly hear you over the heavy music, but nod anyway.

You race back to the kitchen, and before you get there, the wolf is waiting at the archway, one arm braced up against it. You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling an unmistakable heat in your belly. This chase is turning you on.

Shit.

“Here, kitty-kitty….”

His voice sounds familiar; it’s throaty, but there’s a medium-pitched bite to it. You can’t place it, try as you might. “Do I know you?”

He shakes his head very slowly and very honestly, the little faux-fur fibres around his ears swaying with the action. You believe him, or pretend you do, because the concept of fucking some random werewolf-masked individual is way hotter than finding out it was some dork you met twice at another party.

You turn sharply on your white high heels, and start walking in whatever direction isn’t inundated with people. Regrettably, that’s headed towards the basement. You can feel him rampaging, gaining on you, hearing his heavy steps creaking behind you. For a second, you’re almost afraid. He barks low and catches up to you faster than you anticipated, and when he backs you against the wall, he pins your arms above your head with one hand. His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for you to say something. You don’t. Instead, you lean your head against the wall, laughing towards the ceiling. The steps to Kai’s weirdo basement are directly to your right. You hear the TV downstairs, immediately assuming it’s something political. Maybe he’ll hear you fucking this guy. You hope he does. You really do — and you hope it irritates the hell out of him.

“Ohhh, who’s a big bad wolf?”  You yank one of your hands free of his grip to feel his boner outside of his tattered jeans. It’s thick and hot, so you stroke it a little. He gives you a throaty ‘Awwooo’ and involuntarily bucks his hips into the palm of your hand, forcing heavier friction. The chase must’ve got him going. It got you going, that’s for sure. You can feel your cunt aching, and clenching every time he thrusts into your hand.

You move your hand away, pulling an angry groan from the werewolf. With a smile, you run your fingers deeply through the little tuft of grey and white fur that’s peeking out from his flannel. Fur grinds against fur as he humps your hand, heavy breaths echoing from inside the mask.

“Big…. Bad wolf…” you say again, sniggering. You’re delighted by his horny aura. That was one thing about Winter’s punch — it was strong. “You want me to blow your house down?”

He nods, and you sink to your knees, watching as he makes quick work of his jeans. He pulls the two pieces of fabric apart and reaches into his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. It bounces heavily in front of your face, beads of clear collecting at the slit. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, running along the ridge on the underside of his cock before reaching the tip, and lapping the pre-cum up like the good little kitty you are. It’s heavy on your tongue, so you alleviate some of the weight by grabbing it.

His cock is hot to the touch when you grip it, and you revel in the way the warm, supple skin moves beneath your grip. You roll your fingers one by one over the tip of his cock, playing with it. He groans above you, looking down as far as the mask will allow. When it’s not enough, he bends forward, arching over you.

He has a better visual now, and his chest starts to heave with every pass of your fingers. When the teasing becomes too much, he takes a fistful of your hair, and yanks it back. Your silky hair slips easily through the rubber claws, so he pauses, and rips the gloves off, tossing them down the stairs. You hope Kai trips over them. He grips your hair again, much harder this time and forces your gaze upwards to stare at him. Stare up at the beast who could annihilate you, kill you if he wanted to. Your cunt flutters, hot and wet and leaking into the polyester fibres of your costume.

He pinches your jaws, applying pressure to force them open. His grip strength is fucking insane, and you wince, letting out the tiniest mewl. His other hand hangs at his side, and the veins are swollen, trailing up into the sleeve like thick roots. Satisfied with the way that your pretty little mouth hangs open, waiting and eager, he grips himself and wastes no time. He slaps the tip of his cock onto your tongue over and over again, before pulling your head towards it. Your throat immediately seizes up, but you force it to distend, to relax. A wave of icy panic settles over you like someone’s draped a sheet over your shoulders. He’s going to throat fuck you. You see his eyes darting around your face, watching your mouth, your eyes…

Your eyes immediately begin to water as his meaty dick violates your mouth; pressing into the back of your throat, bumping into your cheeks to stretch them out, grazing along your teeth when your jaws involuntarily close in hopes of hindering his thrusts. It doesn’t work. Both hands are pressed against the wall, fingers splayed out. He pounds into you, slipping in and out of your perfect little throat.

He fucks it harder, groaning louder and louder. The hollow sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat almost sends him over the edge. Your breath is sticky with his pre-cum, and every time you try to pull your head back for a reprieving gulp down, he slams his hips into your mouth, bumping the back of your skull against the wall with a thud.

Desperate, you reach up, wrapping your slender fingers around his cock, tightening around the base until he pulls away, looking down at you.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” You ask, putting on your best coy kitty voice in hopes that it will end the merciless barrage on your throat. Your words are congealed and messy, airways still coated with his fluids. He considers this for a moment, a whole slew of thoughts playing out. Finally, he nods, and hastily brings you to your feet.

Grateful that the diversion was working, you reach down between your legs, finding the cloth covered zipper and pull it open. It was added for convenience, and it certainly served that purpose as the werewolf guided his heavy cock into your wet, waiting slit. At first, he toys with it, smearing his head over your puffy, sensitive clit and pulling desperate, whining gasps from your mouth every time he drags it upwards. But soon, that isn’t enough for him, and he buries himself in you, plunging his cock to the base. The stretch of your walls, your cunt doing her best to accommodate his girth, had you crying out. He was bigger than you’d prepped yourself mentally for, but at least your pussy was gushing with lubrication, ready for every bit of what he had to give you.

He found his speed quickly, humping you with reckless abandon. Trying to find something - anything to use as leverage to hold onto, your fingers slipped into the slit on the backside of the mask, toying with almost shoulder length strands of hair. They’re soft, and slightly wavy. Wait. Not that other guys couldn’t have wavy hair, but the thought is too overwhelming. Lightning fast, you reach for the mask, pulling it up just above his chin and Kai’s vascular hand catches yours, holding it tight. The visual is enough for you to realise.

“No fucking way.”

Immediately, he yanks the mask back down over his face and cups his hand over your mouth, suppressing the scream that he knew was coming. He’s pressing hard enough that the cartilage in your nose begins to ache. You stare hard into the eyes of the werewolf, breathing heavy through your nostrils as you’re seeing what you hadn’t seen before. Those dark, almost black brown eyes staring back at you. The same ones that you’d seen roll at you or glare at you so many times before. The same fucking ones.

You heard his chuckling breath behind the mask. He leaned forward, pressing the latex nose against your ear and began panting into it obnoxiously, like a dog. His thrusts matched his breath, his rock hard cock pounding up into you remorselessly.

You wrestle away from his hand, freeing your mouth enough to speak. “Get your fucking dick out of me, Kai.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He thrusts harder and crams his fingers in your mouth, as though he’s pulling your next words from your throat. You bite down and he groans through clenched teeth. You feel his cock twitch inside you. He likes this.

“Is that what you really want? Say it and I’ll stop.”

You struggle with the words, they won’t leave your lips the way you want them to. You can feel your own arousal leaking down your thighs in response to the way his dick is hitting every spot.

“I knew it. Always have.”

That infuriated you, but you couldn’t argue. Not with his fingers in your mouth, or the veins of his thick cock massaging your insides better than any of your dildos at home did.

“I knew you didn’t hate me,” he started. You could hear it in his voice that one of his egocentric, mansplaining, delusional monologues was on the way. Usually, you’d just roll your eyes at Winter and turn to your phone, but he had you in a position where you had to listen. He liked that, too. You let out a loud moan as he hammered inside of you, hoisting one leg up to your chest.

“The opposite, actually. You act like such dumb little slut around me, so angered by everything I do. I see through it. Your act. Much like waving a bloody steak in front of a hungry dog, your salivating is irrepressible.”

Did he really just say what you thought? “Listen, you piece of —“

He forces you to cut yourself off with another moan, pressing your leg farther into your chest. Your cunt swallows him whole with every thrust, and the hatred you have for him is leaking out of your pussy and along your thighs.

You slam your head against the wall, letting your neck go slack. It feels so good, Kai feels so good.

“Say it, say you fuckin’ like it…”

You shake your head. You won’t give him that satisfaction. His bare hand rears up, and comes down across your face. Your cheek burns with stinging, searing pain before you even have time to process that he’s just slapped you - backhanded you with months of pent up rage and frustration. Enraged, you reach for the mask, yanking it off and tossing it down the stairs where it tumbles to the bottom step. His greasy strands are separated with sweat, and a sheen of it covers his shapely nose and forehead. There it is; the face that was the receptor of so many insults, so much hatred. Every time you saw it, you ran your mouth like a schoolyard bully with a crush.

“I will fucking kill you….” Anger dribbles out of your mouth like spit. You wanted him to see you say that unobstructed.

“Yeah?” Kai challenges, reaching down to thumb your clit like the joystick of a game controller. He’s smiling, absolutely delighted by your intrinsic, feminine anger. Your recalcitrance fuels him further, and he bucks his hips up into your cunt, the head of his cock bumping deep into you, as far as it can go. You writhe under his grip, clenching your teeth. It almost hurts, but he’s building it, faster and deeper, and the burning coil in your stomach winds tighter. It burns just above your bladder. You feel like you have to piss, and Kai says,

“Defiant little slut.”

Seconds later, you’re losing it over his cock, your orgasm splashing over his jeans and your furry legs.

He doesn’t stop fucking you and within a few thrusts, you’re so severely overstimulated that your legs are quivering. Briefly, you become aware of the Halloween music that’s playing out in the living room. A salty ribbon of sweat drips into your eyes, stinging.

“S-stop, fuck… stop.”

He ignores you and keeps fucking you, drilling your swollen cunt like it’s a tournament and he’s determined to win it. And when he does, Kai grips your throat and holds your jaw in place. He assertively holds your gaze as he shoots his hot, thick load into your weeping pussy, making sure you wished that you hadn’t taken the mask off.

His once prevalent boner was now fading away, and Kai stuffs it back into his jeans, keeping his eyes on you for a moment longer before he turns and casually descends his basement steps. He stops to pick up the mask, swinging it back and forth like a child’s toy.

Doused in sweat and anger, you want to collapse to the floor and scream. Instead, you zip yourself up, wiping your slick fingers off on your thighs, and somehow manoeuvre around the crowds to the bathroom. You reel around and lock the door, before turning to the sink.

You brace yourself, holding yourself over the sink’s basin. You look at yourself in the mirror; your cute little whiskers are smeared on one side, and streaks of mascara are running down your cheeks in its place. Your black nose is rubbed off, undoubtedly smeared in Kai’s bush of pubic hair. Fucker. Your pink lipstick is practically gone, the only remnants are a faint hue around the perimeter.

As you stood there in Winter’s bathroom, head hanging over the sink, you searched for the disgust, panicking as you rifled through your mind to find the inevitable horror that you were going to experience. You were ruined by that cringe monkey — he violated you. Right? You waited for the gag, the vomit even, to hurl itself up your throat. That was what was supposed to happen after something like that… wasn’t it? The disgust? The anger?

But it wasn’t coming. In fact, something much more alarming had settled in its place. Your cunt still felt warm, and you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the mixture of cum into the soft kitty fur. You felt invigorated. You hadn’t been fucked like that…. Ever. You heaved a sigh of relief like someone who had been submerged underwater, and was suddenly let up.

You reach into your discreetly placed thigh pocket and pull your phone out, hurriedly swiping past the notifications that flooded your screen. You pull up Messages, and tap on Winter’s icon. She’s in your pinned contacts, a favourite.

I found your brother

You hit send.

Almost immediately, the status went from delivered to read, but Winter didn’t reply. You know why, and she knows why.

You might’ve hated Kai. But your pussy didn’t.

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hello! i'm pretty sure your requests are open but i'm not sure if your write for all the cod characters if possible could you write for a reader who does beauty pageants/is a beauty queen and is really famous because of it. Thank you!!!!!

ghost team/141 with a beauty queen s/o

tags: established relationships, reunions, fluff, jealousy, talks of death/kidnapping, no actual death or gore, general chaos

characters: simon, johnny, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, farah

a/n: this wasn’t exactly specific so i’m assuming it’s their s/o, i’m sorry if that’s wrong 😭

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ghost

he never actually talks about you

if word got out at all he knows he’d be putting you in danger

so everyone in his squadron is surprised when they touch down and a beautiful woman is standing there

they’re immediately gossiping, accusing each other of holding back on a relationship status- no attention lands on simon

johnny genuinely thinks you’re gaz’s girlfriend due to how young and vibrant you look (which mildly offends simon- is he saying he looks old 😭)

gaz on the other hand thinks you could be dating alex or rudy- who immediately gets flustered whereas alex laughs and said he wishes

this annoys simon, so he walks away from them, towards you. no one seemed to notice- but when you call simon’s name excitedly and fling your arms around him they’re all stunned

johnny SPRINTS over, wanting to meet you and tease his friend- simon punches him in the arm

“you’re beautiful by the way, i’m johnny. so how long have you been seeing this grumpy ass- ow!”

simon rolls his eyes, whereas you shook johnny’s hand and met all his colleagues

of course, they all complimented you, giving you wide smiles and sweet words

simon feels a spark of jealousy, protectiveness- he wants to pull you away but that would be extremely out of character

you notice simon’s discomfort and hold onto his arm, deciding on telling them the basics such as your name, occupation, how long you’d been seeing simon and the fact you were his fiance

johnny and gaz go wild- literally trying to get more information- yet price pulls them back

“sorry about them. have a nice evening, ma’am. you too, si’.” he smiles, and simon finally gets to leave

pampers you over you pampering him- he loves taking care of you

washing your hair, cooking for you, all that domestic stuff drives him wild <3

will only allow you to give him a massage when he’s half asleep, lord knows he needs one- but he will allow you to wash the fading face paint from around his eyes and press kisses along his lips and face

he’s very happy to be back with you, hugging you tightly and swaying with you

if you came home with another trophy from a pageant he’ll congratulate you then say sorry for missing it- so many kisses, he’s so proud!!

johnny

OH MY GOD THIS BOY LOVES YOU SO MUCH

will NOT stop talking about you

shows many pictures of you to the team- they think he’s lying 😭

simon teases him about having a ‘fake girlfriend’

gets so defensive of you, if someone even tries to say your images are ‘photoshopped’ he goes off on one saying how they haven’t met you and how you’re really pretty!

as soon as he can, he gets you to meet his friends :)

he hates feeling like he’s leaving you out of things when he goes out with colleagues, so he finally brought you along when your schedule was clear and literally everyone nearly fainted from shock

“so johnny wasn’t lying, huh?” “seems that way.”

he’s so prideful- HE pulled YOU, he’s so proud and loves you so much

keeps an arm around your waist, leans into you, kisses your cheek- loves pda

he makes sure to watch EVERY single one of your pageants- he gets upset at other models trying to one up you

the others just thought he was really into it because he has 3 older sisters, but they didn’t actually know it was you in them so they were really mean about it 😭

LOVES helping you pick out costumes or outfits, LOVES IT

will beg to do your makeup- he was used as a model for his sister’s stuff when he was younger so he knows the basics about makeup

it’s a little sloppy tho, he doesn’t practice so you’ll look a little… off

if you had to join some sort of reality tv style beauty show, he will kick EVERYONE out of the rec room to watch every episode and records every episode he misses on his phone 🫶

he loves you so much and is so supportive

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gaz

he’s only open about it if people ask him if he’s dating anyone

so of course, johnny being johnny, asks one day

“hey are you seeing anyone?” / “oh yeah, my girlfriend back homes waiting on me.”/ “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US????” / “no one asked..?”

when he shows everyone a picture of you, they’re all so shocked

“y/n l/n??? are you sure?!” “nice try kid, she’s a literal celebrity” type attitudes all around

he silently plots to prove them all wrong

texts you asking to meet him when his mission is over ‘because he misses you’ when in reality he wants to rub it in his friends’ faces- he’s so mischievous

as soon as johnny sees you he trips and falls out the jeep- he thought he saw a ghost or smth

“baby!” you grin, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug. he twirls you around as you kiss his cheeks saying that you missed him

“i missed you too. come meet my friends.” he’s so sweet

smug little smile as you talk to everyone, holding your hand, eyeing each of their surprised faces with pride

his plan worked perfectly and he was in such a good mood

anyway- as a general lover, gaz is so sweet

he’s got some spare cash- so he likes to spoil you

literally loves buying you dresses or makeup palettes and accessories, even if you can buy it yourself

adores your pageants- doesn’t understand them, but watches them anyway just to see you smile

if you get all ‘oh don’t look at me, i haven’t got ready yet’ type of person, he puts a whole ass rule on the house saying you’re not allowed to dress up fancy- he wants to see you however you look because he loves you no matter what <3

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price

is very secretive. more than simon. doesn’t want you getting tracked down, linked to him or worse

comes home silently in the dead of night and kisses your face gently

you wake up when he gets in bed, rolling over and hugging him tightly.

“you should of told me you got home” / “no, no. it’s okay. i don’t want anyone affiliated with me seeing you… you’re too precious.”

so protective, when someone recognises you in public he’s got a hand on your lower back- if anyone asks about him you literally just flat out say he’s your husband (because he is), as much as he doesn’t like it

he understands you may want to be public about your relationship, but he doesn’t want the wrong people seeing it and coming after you- it’s his worse nightmare

he’s literally had nightmares of you dying, is so paranoid sometimes that he forgets to relax and spend time with you

as badly as he wants to keep it under wraps… he loves you too much. if you wanna go to dinner, he takes you. wanna go shopping? sure, where do you wanna go?

loves pampering you, like the others, but his pampering is much more personal or gentlemanly (not that the others aren’t) he loves showering with you, zipping up the back of your dress, holding the door for you, etc

literally the definition of gentleman, he loves doing things for you

calls you beautiful and gorgeous every time he sees you

can’t always watch your pageants because he’s such a busy man, but he does his best- he definitely forgets everyone’s names and does not understand anything

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alejandro

you were a big face in las almas, but no one in his life other than you, his and your families and rudy knew about him being your husband

johnny saw your face on a billboard modelling something and immediately was like “she’s so pretty omg??”

alejandro grew very jealous, but understood people would react that way to you a lot considering you’re a beauty queen

like price, he keeps everything under tight secret- he’s dealing with a literal cartel, he can’t say a peep about you in any presence in case the wrong person hears it- your life is literally on the line

when he’s home with you, gives you gentle kisses and hushed words on how much he loves you

as much as he wants a normal life, he can’t take you out to places, el sin nombre has eyes and ears everywhere and if the cartel were to see you it would mark you as a target immediately- however, he does want to take care of you and give you a semi-normal life

he goes out, buys takeout for you, little gifts, ect

loves how your eyes light up when you see him, it’s what he lives for

doesn’t get to watch any pageants you’re in, but loves hearing you talk about them and you’re experiences

hugs you tightly at night, he’s so protective and silently scared- he doesn’t want you to get hurt. his worse nightmare is waking up and you’re dead or missing

such a clingy lover, he’s so romantic too. he wants you to know he genuinely loves you

brings rudy around sometimes, it’s always lovely because you and rudy are like best friends (i.e sneaking off to plot a prank whilst alejandro is terrified thinking something happened to you)

he adores making homemade food for you, it’s one of his passions, not to mention his food is amazing and it’s the least he can do for you

gets so involved in any gossip you have, literally sits on the couch with you gossiping and expressing his feelings on the situation/drama

will repeat the gossip to rudy on missions because he’s awful with drama, loves talking about it (in mexican spanish so the others don’t really understand it)

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rudy

same as alejandro, he’s petrified something could happen to you

unlike alejandro, he loves going out to places with you

he’s a pushover too, if you wanted to go on a day out for your anniversary, he’s all there

keeps his pistol on him because he doesn’t want any trouble and wants to protect you

calls you his mariposa (butterfly) because he thinks butterflies are beautiful like you :,) <3

avid cuddler, yet he’s the one on your chest, head resting on you as you talk about all the drama going on with other models/beauty queens

adores you, stares at you with lovesick eyes because you’re just so pretty!!

doesn’t have a lot of money, but saves up a lot to buy you nice things :)

he’s reluctant, but after johnny nagging him he introduces you to the team- much to alejandro’s disapproval because he’s like your older brother and wants to protect both you and rudy

rudy will one hundred percent spend some time in and out of missions looking at pictures of you, you fuel him and give him a reason to fight to survive when he’s away

one hundred percent has a locket with your picture in it- the picture is of the two of you on your first anniversary with rudy smiling brightly and you kissing his cheek- but he isn’t stupid and leaves it at base just in case anything happened to him

watches your pageants on his phone, absorbs every drop of information so he can talk about it with you either on the phone or when he gets home

he’s such a dedicated lover too, spend so much time with you because you’re his favourite person :)

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farah

gushes about you around base

like literally brags

“yeah that’s cool alex, but have you seen my girlfriend?” / “yes. as a matter of fact we all have”

rerun nights? rerun nights

will rewatch everything you’ve been in with you, face masks, junk food- she wants you to be a normal person outside of your ‘beauty queen standards’ that the company you’re under force onto you

never expects you to uphold those standards around her, she loves you and wants to let you be yourself <3

adores how you look no matter what- her gallery is full of candid shots of you and selfies of the two of you

nights out!!!! loves going out with you, especially if alex comes along because you guys are a triple threat

if you’re not from urzikstan like her, she wants to introduce you to her culture and wants you to do the same, loves cooking traditional meals for you and wants to know everything about your country

her wallet has pictures of you two in a photo booth, it’s her favourite things to show everyone around her

she CRAVES that domestic life with you, but also craves the chaos that comes with your fame

wanna chase paparazzi?? she’s leading the charge and will bark at people- she’s going the full mile

the public love her, they literally adore you two

interacts with your fans a lot too :) she loves watching them go wild when you post a pic of the two of you on a date night

[shira-cosmic-star]

Hi 😎

Last time I got struck by nostalgia and re-listened to the zombie song and (of course) it reminded me of Ren (the brain rot is strong) bc of the whole zombie/horror movie thing

So i thought I could ask u for some hc with either zombie!mc x Ren, Leo and Ritsu or the opposite with them being zombies 🫠🫠 thank u in advance 🫡

You’re a Zombie!? 

Tags: Comedy, GN!Reader, and Fluff. Inspiration from the song and an anime called “Zombie Saga” 

Warning: Small gore, nothing too graphic, gun violence, body parts removed or fallen off, 1,854 words

Before Darkwick: 

When Mc first came to Darkwick, they decided to keep one thing a secret. It's a huge secret too. They’re a zombie, Mc died a while back but doesn’t remember how they died. All they know is when and how they had found out. Mc met a strange man. This man has quite a loud voice too. This man is a scientist who brought them back to life. Though, they aren’t the only ones either. He had done this several times. Successfully too, before they joined the ghouls. They lived with the other Zombies. Mc would consider them family since they can’t go back to their original family. The scientist known as, “Father” now. Has made sure that if Mc and their siblings goes outside. They have to wear makeup and pretend to be, “normal.”

Father had forbidden any of them from leaving the house without makeup to cover their rotten flesh. Then again, makeup all over their body wasn’t all that comfortable. Yet, each of them has grown costume to it all. Father was also extremely protective of them. He’s extra when it comes to his personality, but he cares for each and every one of them. He also has rules set in place for them. No going out at night, avoid all types of water or anything that takes of the makeups, don’t talk to cops or strangers without him present, and if you are going somewhere, he needs to know where and when. If the outside world knows about zombies' roaming around. All hell will break through and each of them will be taken. 

This was extremely hard on Mc and the others when the news was broken to them. It was hard to fathom that they were dead. None of them remembers how they died. Well, now some of them knows but Mc doesn’t remember how they died. Father has told them that one day they will remember. He didn’t tell them himself because he simply couldn’t. When they do remember, he tells them that his and their siblings will be there for them. 

So, as time goes on. Mc lives their life the best they can. Now they were on campus, at Darkwick. Things moves so fast that sometimes Mc wishes that time would freeze. First, they were going home on a train, then they were attacked, now they are at Darkwick assisting the ghouls. Mc first debated if they wanted to tell the ghouls that they are a zombie, but they were afraid of what the school would do. They were also scared of their friends' reactions too. So, to keep themselves safe. They kept it too themselves.

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Ren: 

The first time Mc’s secret came out, it was when they were helping Ren with the water anomalies. They knew better, they totally knew better. It was one of Father’s rules, stay away from anything that can wash up the makeups. Yet, they really wanted to see the aquatic anomalies. Ren needed to feed them. So, as he went to get the foods. They stayed put near the water. One of the anomalies wanted to play. It started to make little bubbles as Mc watches. They laughed while watching the cute thing. Mc wanted to pet the little dolphin’s head. Yet, they knew better. They were tempted, while biting their lower lip and hugging their knees. They ended up giving up and reached out to pet the dolphin. However, they ended up slipping and fell into the water. They panicked as the makeup on their body washes up. Now their dark grayish blue skin was visible. They pulled themselves out of water.  

As they crawl on the dry ground. Ren had come back with a bucket of food. Ren had come back with the grubs for the aquatic anomalies. In shock, he drops the bucket as he stares at Mc. Since the makeup has been washed off, a huge stitched up scar on their face was now visible. The scar starts from the top of their forehead on the left side of their face. Then it runs down over their nose to the right of their cheek. Ren sees how different their skin looks too. Its darker, like a light gray with a tiny tint of blue. But that's not all that freaks him out. It was the fact, your foot with the shoe had come off. Mc hasn’t seen Ren yet, nor hears him. They reached out to pick up their foot that was floating in water. Then they popped in right back on like it was nothing new to them. 

“A-AHHHHHH!” Mc jumps from the scream and quickly turns around. They see Ren and tries to get him to calm down. 

“Ren, I can explain! Please stop screaming!” They desperately, begs him to calm down. Once he calms down, he demanded answers. So, they sighed and took a deep breathe. They patted the spot next to them. He sits down and Mc tells him everything.  

“So, that’s that, you’re not going to tell the school, are you?” They asked, fearful that he would tell the school. But he shakes his head no and rubs the back of his neck. 

“No, I won’t say anything. This will be our secret. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” He reassures them, causing them to smile and laugh softly. 

“Thanks Ren, I owe you one.” 

“Just don’t pull a limb off in front of me. At least try not too...” He tells them, he’s cool with seeing it in movies. Though in real life, it’s different. The real-life sounds, the sight of it. Yeah no, he isn't a fan of it. 

“You mean I can’t lend a hand?” They spoke jokingly as they take off their right hand. 

“ARGGGHHH!” He screams again, Mc pops their right hand back on. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I won’t do that again!” 

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Leo: 

Once again, Leo needed Mc to help him listen to Alan’s and Tohma conversation. So, there they were. Sitting on the couch, right next to Leo. Completely bored out of their mind. Leo has been holding their hand for nearly an hour. Mc was starting to grow bored by the minute. They tried scrolling through their phone to keep them busy. Yet, nothing grabbed their attention. Mc needed two hands if they wanted to play their games. They tried watching TikTok or YouTube, but they forgot their earbuds. 

They sighed heavily as they rolled their eyes. 

“Quit moving, you’re distracting me.” 

“Leo, I’m bored...” Mc whines impatiently as they pout. He ignores them and continue what he is doing. After a few more minutes. Mc starts to think about what to do to keep them occupied. Then, it hits them. Why not freak him out? He’s only holding one of their hands. Mc can easily slip away. So, slowly they start to remove their arm that Leo was holding. Leo wasn’t paying attention to Mc much. He was scrolling on TikTok as he listens to Alan’s and Tohma conversation. 

Slowly, Mc was able to slip away and slide of the couch. All without Leo knowing. They have always wonder if the ring would still enhance the ghoul's stigma with their arm being detached. Some of the ghouls already knew that Mc was a zombie. So, they shouldn’t be surprised if a limb or so, pops off. Right? 

Well, after they slip away from Leo. They head down to the kitchen where Sho is. They have told Sho what they did, and they shared a laugh. Sho have asked them to take Leo’s lunch to him. And so, they did. Upon arriving back in the room where Leo was. They stand beside him and tells him, they brought lunch. 

Leo looks up from his phone, see Mc, and then looks at his hand; holding theirs. He sees their hand in his, but that can’t be? He does a doubletake and realized by their grin. That they have removed their arm to sneak away. 

“Very funny NPC.” He rolls his eyes as Mc laughs little by his reaction. They sat back down next to him and still doesn’t place their arm back on. 

“Well. you did ask me to lend a hand” They joked, and Leo glared at them for their lame joke. Secretly finding it cringy in a funny way.  ----------------(o゜▽゜)o☆-------------

Ritsu: 

Ritsu and Mc needed his captain to sign papers again. Unfortunately, Taiga was in a mood. Not a good mood, a terribly bad mood. Mc and Ritsu had tried to reason with him. Yet, all has failed. Taiga ended up pulling out his gun and points it at Ritsu and Mc. 

“Get lost, you’re pissing me off.” He spoke in an indignant voice. Taiga’s eyebrows lowered and knit together, his jaw tightens and his lips curls into a frown. Whatever happened, has really set Taiga off. Once again, he tells them to leave. Ritsu, takes a step closer to him and tries to negotiate. Then, a gunshot was heard. Ritsu, didn’t have enough time to activate his stigma, though. He doesn’t feel any pain? Ritsu had open his eyes, only to see Mc. Shielding him from the bullets that were fired. 

In shock, he sees that Mc had a gun wound on their left arm and upper chest. He thinks that Mc was going to die or bleed to death. Yet, they didn’t collapse. Mc was still stand, they turned to Ritsu and ask if he's okay. 

“I’m alright, but what about you? What were you think?” He turns the questions to Mc. He was filled with worry and questions. How are they not bleeding? Aren’t they in pain? Why would they jump in front of him like that? Are they stupid and reckless? So many questions came across his own mind. Mc quickly grabs his hand, and they dash out of the room before Taiga strikes again. 

“Mc, tell me what is going on?” Ritsu demands answer, he feels confused. Not a feeling he likes to feel. He always finds an answer, otherwise it’ll bother him until he gets an answer. Mc nervously shuffled their feet on the floor as the thwittled their thumbs. 

“Well...” And so, they explain what is happening to him. About them being a zombie, on why there isn’t any blood, why they aren’t in pain, and any other questions he has. He was fascinated by what Mc is telling him. 

“A zombie, that would explain things. So can you remove any parts of your body?” He asked Mc. His eyes hold a shinning bright look, he even wrote down a few details of the answers to his questions. Mc smiled and nodded their head. They reached for their head and pops it off of their body. His eyes widen from the scene. 

“I can still talk if I lose my head” Once again, they joked with a cheeky grin. Maybe being a zombie wasn’t so bad after all. 

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I hope you all enjoyed this one. It was fun to make. Ritsu's part was a little hard for me to make. So, it might not be the best, but I do hope you all enjoyed. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog. Reblogging help putting my work out there. If you want request, you can request on my page. Just click the, "Ask me anything" box. You can also request more than once!

Ѕтay dazzlιng мy Ѕтarlngѕ☆

[hitomisuzuya]

Yandere! Scaramouche x fem!reader. College AU (by request of sorts from @that-one-gay-writer1227. They really said they really liked College AU Scara) Smut. Halloween themed. Chase in the woods. Obsessive behavior. Possessive!Scaramouche. Choking. Praise. Degradation. Outdoor sex at night. I think I covered it all.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause smut soulmate <3

When you asked him to go to the haunted attraction the campus set up every year for Halloween with you, he'd told you it was stupid. He asked you what the point was. You said the idea was to have fun and get scared. He'd been all set to shut you down and spend the night watching horror movies with you.

Until you said that Halloween was your favorite holiday.

Now Scaramouche couldn't say no.

So here he was, standing in line with you and one of your friends, who came with her boyfriend from the campus choir class. At least that was what you told him. He didn't expect the gaggle of geese that followed you around the equestrian facility to come along. Uninvited.

Scaramouche had a glare reserved for each one of them. They were intruding on his time with you. He even considered paying off the stupid brats so they would leave. Your friend and her boyfriend were going to leave you alone since this was a date for them too.

Putting arm around you, he pulled you against him, inhaling your scent. He'd taken great care in making sure your clothes smelt like him, unmistakable to anyone breathing near you. He sprayed your perfume on your clothes to, mingling the two scents together. You even smelt faintly of *sweet fresh hay.

Even making sure it smelt faintly like cigarettes, weed and leather. It was a further sign of possessive dominance.

All scents you loved and made you feel comfortable. Damn it, he really does love you.

It started off exactly like he knew he it would. People jumping out and trying to scaring everyone. Screaming people and shrill laughing. Scaramouche swore he thought his ears were going to bleed. Until he watched how you were acting.

You having fun, but not in the way everyone else was. No, you were having fun in a different way. A way that captivated him. And excited him.

Scaramouche watched you approach someone who was overacting. He thought he recognized from some classes or another but he couldn't be sure. He was dressed as the stereotypical chainsaw welding horror movie characters. It was easy to see where they got the inspiration for the costume, seeing as how he watched a few movies from the franchise with you. You were picky about your slasher movies. You preferred more supernatural horror than anything.

You calmly approached what's his name, smiling somewhat at him, completely unfazed by him being in character.

He loved that you seemed so fearless and unfazed. Of course, why would you be easily rattled? You navigated a very hateful creature who outweighed out by a thousand pounds at least around a course of jumps with more than five or six feet in height. He'd never seen anything like it before. Your posture always perfect and straight, your eyes focused ahead but around you at the same time, looking for anything that might disrupt you. The tedious multitasking almost seemed unreal to him everytime he watched. Watched more often than not with jealousy. Jealousy that you weren't riding him instead.

Scaramouche enjoyed seeing you act this way. But here is where it got unfortunate for the other boy. He knew no one was supposed to touch anyone during this. But Scaramouche still felt threatened. No one was allowed to touch you. Ever. Only he was allowed. Platonic hugs with your friends who were girls were the only thing acceptable to him.

So when Scaramouche felt that this poor unfortunate fellow got too close to you, his life flashed before his eyes. He couldn't decide who scared him more. Not only was he unnerved by your reaction to him, but Scaramouche was staring into his eyes with a look that he had never seen before.

One that made his blood run cold. It was a dark, possessive look, one with cold rationality. It said if you even think about touching what's mine, I will end you.

Scaramouche put his hands on your shoulders to further push his point. Mine. Not yours. All mine.

He suddenly felt an interesting reaction that quivered through your body. He felt it vibrate against his fingers like electricity. Scaramouche had startled you. And you smiled, like you were aroused.

He had to be sure. Scaramouche could read your body like a book. But he wanted to test his theory. His fingers itched to. He waited for you to relax and continue passing everyone trying to scare you by, giving them a wave or reminding some of them that a paper was due in a few days. There was that disgusting consideration for other people showing again. Why were you like that? He didn't understand.

Scaramouche capitalized on your letting your guard down when you came to a room with a wooden owl on the table. "Aww, look at the cute owl!" The girl jumped out from under the table. You screamed, blushing embarrassed but you were only startled.

Not scared.

"Boo," he whispered in your ear, suddenly wrapping his arms around you. You jumped, giggling. Since it was dark, the air hanging cloudy from a fog machine and flashing lights, Scaramouche groped you discreetly, making you whimper. "You are getting off on me scaring you, aren't you," he whispered, his fingers brushing against one of your nipples for a moment before anyone noticed.

Why not wind you up more? Make you cave a little faster before he fucked you tonight.

Rinse and repeat until you reached the end of the of the maze in the woods. He scared you a little more each time. You were wet by the time you said goodnight to everyone and started to walk back to the dorms with him.

"You wanna try something that I think you'll like, and one I will enjoy?" He poised the question with anticipation.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" You replied, feeling suspicious. Scaramouche had made it evident that he was only tolerating tonight because you enjoyed Halloween. So why wasn't he grumbling about how long it took or how stupid it had been?

"Let's have some fun. Why don't I chase my little kitten through the woods and catch you. I'm sure you know where this is headed, now get moving. I'm not giving you a headstart," laughing as he tried to grab your hair.

You giggled and yelped, darting around him and running into the woods.

"Here kitty, kitty, I'm coming for you. Your body looks extra soft today, pliable in my hands," Scaramouche called out when he saw you cut a hard left, looking over your shoulder for a moment to see how far behind you he was. Your heart was pounding. The more he called out to you into the night, saying he was getting closer made you feel even wetter. But you weren't going to make it easy for him.

And Scaramouche didn't want you to either. He wanted you to run fast. He knew you were fast. You had to be to deal with horses, especially thinking fast. Which is what you did.

You danced away from him with ease, making it feel impossible for him to reach you. And it turned him on. "Run, run, slut. My hands are going to wrap around your pretty throat when I catch you."

When you showed one second of fatigue, your ankle rolled out from under you, making you trip. You tried to scramble to your feet but you just weren't fast enough. Or maybe you wanted to be caught.

"Gotcha!" Scaramouche exclaimed, laughing as he grabbed your ankle, dragging you back down onto the ground. Pinning you down, he put a knee between your legs.

You mewled, your body immediately going limp underneath him. "Ha! You were always the best at submitting to me in every way," he rubbed his knee roughly between your legs, feeling your arousal dampening against your pants onto his knee. "I knew you were getting off on me scaring you. You are absolutely wet and no doubt throbbing for me."

Scaramouche pressed a thumb down on your windpipe, smirking when you struggled to moan as the air was cut off from your lungs gradually. He unbuttoned your pants and thrust two fingers inside of you. "You really are a slut for me! I don't have to prepare you. Your pussy is going to swallow my cock well, you are that wet."

You moaned, grinding desperately into his fingers. He held your legs open when you tried to close them around his arm for more friction. Your fingernails clawed at his arm, your body twitching from harsh stimulation.

Scaramouche took his thumb from your windpipe, his hand tearing your shirt and your bra as he did away with your pants and your panties. He shivered when he saw just how wet you were. Your slick was shining wet in the moonlight. He licked his lips.

"Go on, kitten! Tell them all who pleases you like this! And you'd better call me Master, slut. I own everything about you!" He glared down at you, his eyes hazy with a feral lust.

You cried out in pleasure when Scaramouche roughly thrust inside of you, snapping his hips to bottom out against your cervix. "Go on! Say it! Tell them who is fucking you dumb! Did I stutter, slut?!"

AH! AH! It's you, Master! It's you, Scaramouche!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into his back.

Grunting, he moaned huskily in your ear, his pace ruthless and rough. His fingers dug into your hips. Each thrust practically made you see stars. He kissed you roughly, growling as he licked inside of your mouth, curling his tongue around yours.

Scaramouche grinded his teeth harshly against your lower lip as he reluctantly pulled away. Panting, he squeezed your throat, making your body jolt with with pleasure.

His thrusts remained frenzied, but they turned sloppy the more your walls clamped around his cock. The more he squeezed the tighter you felt. Hissing in pain, he pried one of your hands from his back. He put it against your clit. "Rub yourself while I cum inside of you," he ordered, his eyes transfixed on his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, your fingers circling your clit desperately trying to chase the high you felt building up in your core.

"Fuck, I am cumming.." Scaramouche babbled, releasing his hold on your throat. His cock twitched inside of you. You gasped when your felt his cum spill inside of you. The feeling of him cumming and rubbing your clit ushered in your orgasm.

Snatching your hand, he licked your fingers, fucking you through your orgasm. When he was satisfied, he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck. You stroked his hair to calm him down.

"You tore my shirt and broke my bra," you giggled, making him scoff against your neck as he nuzzled his cheek against your jaw.

"So what? You threw your jacket over there," he pointed in the direction where it lay a few feet away without picking his head up.. "I would've taken off your jacket myself. I don't want any assholes leering at what's mine. You belong to me, remember."

"Of course, dear. That fact will never change," you replied, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.

Scaramouche laughed softly, lifting your body so he hold you against him, his fingers stroking behind your ear. "Damn right it won't."

*fresh hay smells really good.

[herecirmsims]

Top 23 gameplay moments/fav screenshots

Thank you for the tag, @julesbbsea17 ! I have a bad habit of not saving my gameplay screenies - I put them into annotated slides to share on my spam IG account - but I do have some that I remembered to keep! And the rest are post-Horse Ranch release, as I haven't cleaned my screenshots folder in a while. 😆

I'm hoping Tumblr will do the automatic "see more" cut here, but let me know if this is hogging your feed...

Fen building the treehouse in their Tartosa home. He just looked handsome. 🥹

2. Playing with @dustyratt 's costumes!

3. Sax on the swing one evening. This was my wallpaper for the longest time.

4. Fen and Sax goofing around in the kitchen. With Growing Together, they got the Jokester family trait which surprised me honestly, but I'm here for it!

5. Oh yeah, this was when I first put a beard on Fen and decided I liked beards after all. 🫠 This was also when he went through a phase of only cooking garlic noodles, which always resulted in Sax getting flirty and instigating WW shenanigans, which is... Sax is a vampire? Garlic?? Maybe HE'S the masochist.

6. Fen trying to use the toilet, joined by 2 out of 4 cats and the Roomba. Random thing to take a photo of but the realism cracked me up. 🤣

7. Oh, a two-for-one... after I bought Get To Work and played the doctor career with Fen. It made him angry because he has the Outdoors trait, and every day he'd go and glare at the unicorn in the gift shop and then feel better again. 🤣

8. This Disney moment with one of their mules and a wild bird!!

9. Cari, Sax and Fen's kid, who inexplicably aged up blue.

10. Eleanor came to visit and set herself on fire... Fen was weirdly gleeful about it?!

11. I ADORE the toddler-adult hug. 🥹🥹

12. Winter in Chestnut Ridge.

13. More mules in winter.

14. The adorable blue baby.

15. Bunny 🥹

16. Fen excited because a cat wanted to be friends with him (I can relate)

17. Sax getting WAY too engrossed in Cluedo (a Simblreen gift from @surely-sims).

18. Taking a ride under the Northern Lights 😍

19. Whatever the hell was going on here

20. Sax accidentally breathing fire over his own child

21. And this expression

22. Fen having a Disney prince moment, as he deserves.

23. When Fen caught Sax feeding on someone, and was horrified to discover that he'd married a vampire.

I don't know who else I know on here who does no storyline gameplay! Hmm I guess it does say favourite screenshots, so I'm gonna tag @kevinandthesims , @izayoichan , and @themagicbluefox.

[kaekae-x0x0]

Welcome Home - Phantom of the Opera AU

Part 7/?

MASTERLIST HERE

A/n: I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! THANK YOU FOR THE CONTINUED SUPPORT WITH THIS!

Anyway- I’m really sorry for not being consistent with my posting. I try to post as often as I can but schools a massive pain, and I have my finals coming up… so I don’t think I’ll update this for a few days or so.

Now onto the story!

You and Howdy walked to the shop arm in arm after packing up your picnic. You didn’t feel the greatest, considering you lied to the only person who honestly wanted to help, but you would tell him about it… eventually.

You went into the guest bedroom to change to go to sleep, and you couldn’t help but stare in the mirror.

It wasn’t that you were looking at anything in particular, it just felt that somewhere, someone was staring at a mirror too, full of guilt for something they’ve done.

Knock knock knock

“Come in.”

Howdy came in and gave you a small wave with a familiar smile. He carefully sat down on your bed and invited you to sit with him.

You smiled and accepted the invite.

“Lovebug, I’m sorry to bring it up, but I want to talk.” He said.

“About what?”

“Look, I know we’re engaged, and the masquerade is coming up, but I don’t really feel comfortable letting the whole… well everyone to know about it.”

You nodded in agreement, “yeah, I’d like that too.”

He smiled as he gently took your hand as he stood up, he guided you over to an old style record player.

A song (playlist should be linked above) played from the speaker. You laughed as he put two hands on your waist (his other hand is on your waist on the other side.) and held your hand with one too.

You two began to slow dance around the room, laughing at every mistake YIU both made. Although Howdy always told you he had four left feet, he always seemed to step on your feet less often than you did to him.

You two lost your balance and feel to the ground, you both laughed.

Howdy stopped laughing and turned over to you.

“Darling I love you so much…”

You smiled as you took his hand, “Oh Howdy, I love you too.”

Howdy sat up, “I gotta wake up early to open up the shop…” he leaned over to give you a kiss, “I love you, my dear. Goodnight.” He got up and left, leaving the door cracked open.

“Goodnight Howdy.”

You turned out the lights and laid down on your bed, and just kinda stared up at the ceiling.

You tried to close your eyes to sleep, but all you could think of was Wally. His hair, his smile, his… mask.

Because you couldn’t sleep, you decided to see him once more, maybe last time was just a backlash, something he was overwhelmed about.

You left Howdy’s house and sighed.

“Why do I keep going back?” You asked yourself.

You reached out to open the door—it was locked.

You were surprised, it was never locked before…

You shrugged as you walked back to Howdy’s place.

“Maybe he’s still just a bit angry…” you pondered.

-Masquerade-

Just a fancy time skip because I don’t know when y’all’s birthdays are, just pretend the masquerade happens on your birthday cause that’s how I’m writing it.

The neighbors were planning this ever since you and Howdy got engaged. You both knew about it, but just never really put much thought into it.

Julie and Sally were put in charge, and boy did they deliver. The space was decorated with f/c colored EVERYTHING but it didn’t look crowded or tacky!

“I really hope you’ll like it!” Julie said to you.

“Like it? I love it Julie!” You replied, giving her a massive hug for her hard work.

Poppy ended up pitching in for you and Howdy’s costumes. She mainly stuck with masks with fancy embroidery, matched with simple yet elegant clothing.

Howdy looked absolutely stunning in his costume, and you felt absolutely amazing in yours, both of you were sure to give Poppy your appreciation.

Sally had the grand idea to come up with entertainment, which included some of Julie’s siblings to dance, and you to sing.

Sure enough, as the day turned to night, people started to come in from a town over ready to celebrate. Howdy wanted to talk to you beforehand, so you both stepped away from the crowds to have a conversation.

“I was thinking, and I think it would be best to make the engagement public.” He began.

“What? What about what happened months ago? What if he finds out?”

“But darling, you haven’t seen him for months… he could be gone.”

“We’re keeping it secret, I don’t want to risk it.”

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked stepping towards you.

You cowered downward in an act of defense. You took a deep breath and stood straight back again.

“Why is it now you’re arguing with me over this? We agreed to keeping it secret. Why change it now?”

“Because I want to let people know I love you, I want them to know I am somehow the luckiest man alive” he softened his voice and lightly touched your face.

You leaned away from his touch.

“I thought you would only follow through with something if it was what I wanted.”

“I want this. It’s always ended up being what you want in this relationship.”

“You told me you wouldn’t push me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with. You told me you wanted to keep me safe.” You stepped forward with every sentence, causing him to back off.

“…”

Tears began to burn in your eyes. You blinked to try to prevent yourself from crying.

“You know what… if you want to make it public, I don’t care. Put me at risk for him to find me again. It’s not like I care.”

You walked away, the tears finally falling.

[hazbinned]

@alattecaffeine said:

Macchi was standing off to the side. She'd decided to come but - she was alone. Thea had a boring night in planned or something, reading. However, she was scanning the crowd. She didn't dress up often so the snug pink fabric hugging her made her shuffle it just a bit. Though the heels did make her a bit taller. Finally her eyes rested on a familiar form. She debated briefly before she clicked over to him in her heels. "Hey there~" She called out cheerfully. At least someone got to see her fancy dress she got for this shindig.

Galas, balls, masquerades... no matter what one called them, they had not ever been and never would be Striker's thing. That was what the imp assassin was telling himself, at least— it was much easier for him to wrap his mind around playing dress up with a bunch of hoity-toities if he was here on a mission instead of out of curiosity or longing for inclusion. He'd succeeded, too. Striker had managed to convince himself that he'd only showed up here so he could keep an eye out for Stolas and Blitz.

Assassin business. Not 'I wanted to see what the party was all about' business, because toughened assassins like him surely did not put on fancy costumes and go lounge around at Sinsmas parties in the Gluttony Ring.

That would be silly.

The imp hybrid was standing with one leg crossed over the other, spiced cider in hand, tail lashing every so often (whether out of annoyance or alertness, only he knew), dressed in a pristine white suit with orange lapels and a matching orange vest that he'd had to have rented from somewhere. Maybe he got it off a body! He certainly didn't own such a thing— a hardened Wrath Ring imp like him?

Ridiculous!

On his face was a white mask in the shape of a dragon's head, so it was no wonder that the approaching stranger and her cheerful greeting had him start and almost spill his drink. He was lucky he hadn't had any in his mouth. Loop-de-loop eyes shifted this way and that, hoping that he had been mistaken and that she was talking to somebody else... but there was no one near enough to them for that.

And the lady's eyes were trained right on him.

Did she know him? She must have, if she could recognize him even like this.

Striker tried to play it cool. He wasn't startled, he urged himself, just a bit on edge. Assassin work did that to a fellow, even if you could handle the worst of the worst.

"... Hey," he offered after a moment, polite and curt and meaningless. Something about the woman was familiar, though-- in such a way that Striker dug around in his mind and scraped his claws through the files for any scraps of who she might be. She was good looking... and he hadn't felt that way about many people. Especially in recent times. "You, uh... lookin' for somebody?"

{ Div. Cred }

[rikitachiquita]

come back… be here | ni-ki

✧ synopsis: working at a cafe can be really fun: the customers being nice, cracking jokes with your coworkers, singing while brewing coffee and so on. but it's even more fun when two members of the staff bicker and fight all day and keep everyone entertained. that's what  hybe cafe is like, thanks to ni-ki and y/n.

✦ warnings: me info dumping about taylor swift and bottling up feelings (?)

⋆04 he is losing it (written 1k)

''you look bored'' said jake while looking at ni-ki. the two best friends were taking a break during their shift, since there weren't any costumers. the whole day had been dull: the weather was cloudy and it kept drizzling, ther air was very cold, especially for a september day and the lack of costumers was getting to the two baristas.

''it's cause i am bored'' replied ni-ki. he had been snappy and on the edge the whole day and jake was trying to understand the reason behind that behavior. if you asked him, he would tell you that that was just his job as a best friend.

''are you sure it's just that? you have been bad-tempered all day'' tried pushing a bit jake. maybe the younger would crack and tell what was going through his mind, even if he kinda had an idea on what it was.

'' it's nothing, don't worry''

''sure cause i will actually believe that''

ni-ki let out a sigh: maybe talking about it would help him. ''do you ever feel like you are lying to yourself?''

''yeah, it happens sometimes, usually when i can't accept something i make myself forget that thought. other times i just put it aside and don't act on it, even if it's not a healthy way to deal with itchy subjects... is something bothering you that you want to talk about?''

at those words ni-ki started thinking: was his brain making up those thoughts cause he was spending too much time at work? maybe he was too tired? it had been a while since he saw all his friends or went dancing. yeah, maybe he should just dance for a couple hours that would clear his mind-

''i think i am weirdly jealous of y/n''

jake was now looking at ni-ki's face, trying to read his emotions, but he wasn't showing any, his face was blank, a void of sentiments ''what do you mean by that?''

ni-ki took another long pause again ''i feel like i should be the only one that can annoy her. it's kind of our thing you know, annoying eachother. it bothers me when someone else does it. it's maybe a bit silly but i don't want to loose our bickerings and little fights cause they make my life a tiny bit more interesting''

''is that all?''

''yeah... do you think it's weird to feel like that?''

''no... as you said those quarrels are your thing, so it's normal to appeal entitled to it. are you sure there is nothing more to it tho?

after a few beats ni-ki decided to shift on another topic, since the discussion was going in a direction that he wanted to stay away as much as he could ''yeah don't worry. do you think that eunchae is going to come and give as a visit?''

jake let the conversation drop, still knowing that there was more to it but waiting for a better moment to dig more into it ''i don't know, she usually texts you, you should check''

ni-ki did as his friends said and as expected, there was eunchae's text: she was going to be at the cafe any minutes.

and five minutes later, there was eunchae in all glory. she went to hug the two guys and ordered her regular: an iced maple latte

''you know chae, maple latte is the drink taylor swift ordered while on a date with the ex that made her write one of her best song ever?'' said jake

''which song?''

''all too well''

''which version?'' asked eunchae. don't get her wrong, she wasn't an actal swiftie but she enjoyed the singer, i mean who wouldn't. she also liked to hear jake (or anyone) talk about their interests, but you would never catch her admitting that.

''i mean every single one but we all know that atwtmvtvftvsgavralps is just superior''

''what does that even mean'' interrupted ni-ki. a loud gasp was heard and that's when sunoo had appeared. of course he would appear in the moment that his favourite singer was mentioned.

''you have been working here for months and you still don't know what atwtmvtvftvsgavralps means? that is all we listen to basically!''

''ohhh he is losing it'' whispered eunchae: she knew that ni-ki would drive the two fans mad.

''no i don't. can you guys explain what it means?''

'' it's 'all too well 10 minutes version taylor's version from the vault sad girl autumn version recorded at long pond studios' '' explained jake

''put it on, i want to hear it since you act like it's the best song that ever existed'' declared ni-ki, and so sunoo did.

he would never admit it out loud, but they were right: ni-ki thought that the song was really good. not just good but actually touching and somehow it kept you curious, even with it's vast lenght.

after that they kept talking while the three baristas did some small chores or served the few costumers that came by.

at one point jake and eunchae were left alone for a few minutes, so jake caught the opportunity to bring up what was bothering him.

''eunchae, i think ni-ki as some kind of feelings for y/n''

''wait why?''

''we talked for a bit earlier and he said something about being jealous when other people make fun of her and how he feels like he is lying to himself''

''oh my god i actully had some suspicions, but you telling me this makes me believe that i'm probably right. i'll ask him in a few days tho, since we are having a sleepover at mine, so he might open up. it's not good when he bottles up his emotions'' she said, sounding a bit concearned

''that's why i brought it up, i know it talks to you about this type of subjects''

''yeah he does, cause i am like cupid''

''omg yes stream fifty fifty''

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✧ note: fun fact, iced maple lattes are actually my favourite drink ever

✦ taglist: open! ask to be added@juyomiao

[neonscandal]

Parting Gifts

⚠️ CW: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide (Kinda but Not Really), Canonical Minor Character Death (from season 4)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya

Genre: Tragedy/Comedy

Tags: Bakugo Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs a Hug, Bakugo Katsuki-centric, Midoriya Izuku Has a Secret, Midoriya Izuku is Just a Cagey Little Shit, Tragedy/Comedy

Word Count: 6.2K

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku's seen haplessly giving away his prized fanboy possessions which specifically draws Bakugo's concern as he's the only one who knows the true value (sentimental or otherwise) of the things he's parting with. Despite being notoriously bad with emotions, Bakugo confronts him when he feels like there may be a dark ulterior motive.

EXCERPT

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“Oh my goodness, Deku! Thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you,” Uraraka squealed energetically. “It’s just like the one I got for Christmas, you didn’t have to do that!”

Katsuki could hear the insufferable shrill of Uraraka’s excitement long before he rounded the corner into the 1A classroom. He honestly didn’t mind her, she was one of very few people in class he found palatable at all. But still, that level of enthusiasm first thing in the morning coupled with the likes of Deku would be grating to anyone. He took extra care to mosey nonchalantly to his desk, hands shoved into his pockets irreverently.

Uraraka stood over Deku’s desk, her back blocking whatever he’d given her from view as Katsuki dropped into his seat. He tried to keep his eyes forward but every ecstatic coo from Uraraka and whatever Deku seemed to be muttering were putting him on edge. “Pink Cheeks.. Round Face.. no, Mochi-? I feel like I used that the other day…” he thought, shaking his head. “Ooh! Haven’t used ‘Kirby’ in a while,” he decided.

“Oi! Kirby! Unless this screeching is some new emergency broadcast system, how about you shutit?” Katsuki snarled, his teeth bared threateningly.

Uraraka was completely unfazed as she whirled around to face her classmate despite his notoriously explosive temper. “Oh, Bakugo! Check it out! I’ve got another All Might plushie!” she giggled, bringing the doll to her chest. “It’s so cool, I just don’t know what to do with him! I guess he can’t exactly twin with the one in my hero costume so I’ll keep this one in my room.”

Katsuki’s face deadpanned. “They aren’t twins, that one is Bronze Age All Might. It’s a totally different costume. Why would he give you that?” Mentally, he berated himself for revealing that he’d been eavesdropping which belied his strict air of indifference. But what the hell was Round Cheeks going to do with a rare artifact like that? Relatively rare. He had one too, after all. Deku and he had gotten them together years ago. The value of them surely exceeded one million yen, especially with the obsessive level of care Deku had when it came to his All Might memorabilia. Given the market, he probably wouldn’t go and buy another one either.

“Oh, uh, I figured Uraraka-san could use some cheering up. We just had a really tough mission a-and-” Deku proffered sheepishly, avoiding the discerning gaze of his childhood friend.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed coldly, “I don’t give a shit about your work study.”

“Everyone! In your seats, class is about to begin!” Iida advised, inadvertently mediating the situation that seemed to be bubbling up between the 17th and 18th seats.

A deep sigh emanated from the yellow sleeping bag that lay perennially at the front of the class. “Thank you, Class Prez. It appears you’re the only one still standing though,” Aizawa observed as he emerged from his cocoon like a caterpillar who’d decided to say “fuck it” to the whole evolutionary process.

The heat from the blush that crept across Iida’s face could be felt in the back row of the classroom as he wordlessly took his seat.

“It would be illogical to ignore the fact that members of our class have experienced something beyond what mere hero students are meant to brave.” Aizawa was noticeably more bereft in his guidance for the day’s lesson. His words, while vague, were heavy enough to bow the heads of several students. Katsuki couldn’t help but notice that Uraraka, who mere moments ago had sunshine shooting out of her ass, was among those suddenly sullen. Before he could contemplate further, Aizawa continued somberly. “But it is a reality of becoming a Pro Hero. There may come a time, a mission, where everything boils down to life or death. If I’ve done my job correctly, you’ll be able to think rationally about how best to avoid that possibility.”

Katsuki cursed himself for jumping down Deku’s throat knowing all too well what had happened during the Shie Hassaikai sting operation. Kirishima had given him an earful, after all, and Deku was at the very center of it, per usual. There was a large part of him that sort of wished he knew what to say in situations like that. At least when it came to those he liked or respected. He didn’t really have the same flourish for sympathy that the nerd had so it’s not like that interaction could have gone differently. He didn’t want to admit that there was a small part of him that was also a bit jealous. Katsuki had, more or less, survived the same peaks and valleys Deku had. Worse if you count the whole being-kidnapped-by-The-League-of-Losers but that wasn’t quite the same. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t exactly victorious in that great escape. From certain perspectives, it might have even looked like he needed assistance or saving. And there Deku was, ever the cunning strategist to extend a helping hand. The thought made Katsuki’s palms hot with rage. So, while there wasn’t a soul alive he’d admit this to and, even though he felt a bit like a piece of shit for thinking it… he wished he’d have been involved in the sting operation instead of having his hair brushed obsessively by Denim Head. Even with the casualties incurred, it felt like Deku had another slingshot to propel further ahead of him and practical experience as a hero while he was wasting away in tedium with all his talent.

This would just become another thorny point of contention between them. He made a mental note to throw a stern nod Deku’s way during hero training later that afternoon to broker some sense of acknowledgement of his suffering.

The morning lessons passed unremarkably though it seemed the teachers all had comparable feelings to convey about the mortality of hero work and the importance of preparedness. It felt like a lesson Katsuki didn’t quite have access to which wore on his nerves as the day went on. He’d begun to grind his teeth by the time All Might was making his way clumsily through similar sentiments.

“Surprised today’s lesson came with sound effects. Looks like trainings going to be rough…” Kaminari muttered, eyeing the sparks that had begun to crackle and pop around Katsuki’s hands.

“Better hope you don’t get paired with him, Denks. He’ll make you pay for that,” Sero smiled wryly.

“Not it!” Kaminari fretted, inching away from the ticking time bomb.

“-no longer zygotes, I see fledgling heroes, here,” All Might concluded his speech, the gravitas of his words undermined by the low growl that seemed to be vibrating from one of his pupils. “Ah, with that, pair up, young heroes!”

“Shitty Hair, with me!” Katsuki called, pushing past Deku on his way to the training grounds. “Tch! Move it, Half and Half!”

“Midoriya.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched at the name. The casual way it fit in Todoroki’s mouth always made Katsuki seethe. Especially when Icy Hot was a massively arrogant prick when he started at UA. Especially to Class 1A, especially to Deku. Somehow, despite defeating Deku, the nerd still managed to break something within him. Something that Katsuki couldn’t coax out of him less than an hour later in the fight that would decide the winner of the sports festival. The decisive ferocity Todoroki had had in his fight against Deku didn’t even flicker when he faced Katsuki. It drove Katsuki up a wall, worse so when he realized that the fire he’d had in his belly morphed, somehow, into affection. The kind that could wrap its arms around his surname without a second thought.

“Todoroki! Did you want to partner up?” Izuku chirped expectantly.

“I suppose. But I thought I should talk to you about the All Might shirt you’d given me. I don’t think that I can accept the gesture.”

“HAH!?” Katsuki briefly broke character to round on the unfurling conversation though he was fortunately far enough away to not draw the attention of either participant. He ignored the shocked look on Kirishima’s tensed face as his two biggest rivals continued.

“I appreciate the thought but also wonder if it will be too small for me.”

“Oh, Todoroki! The shirt isn’t to wear, it’s just kind of… to keep.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the purpose of a shirt you do not wear.”

One of Katsuki’s eyes became dangerously close to bugging out of his head.

“I-It’s a collectible? The value of the shirt comes from not wearing it. It’s official All Might merch that had a small run of shirts with a print error a few years ago and-and I want you to have it.” Deku smiled feebly.

Katsuki remembered the shirt well. They’d both fundraised (well, asked their moms for the money) to buy the shirts when they initially came out marking the dawn of a new All Might costume. This, of course, was before news of the elusive misprint circulated. They valiantly walked to the store unattended, two freshly minted kindergarteners taking on the world. They just barely survived the frenzy of people swarming the Pro Hero merch shop. They gleefully took their respective shirts to the front counter, carefully paying with exact change just like the hag had prepped them. Their smiles seemed to connect at the cheek and spread from ear to ear. It wasn’t until they got back to Katsuki’s that they realized one shirt had the proud “All Might” blazing across the top left pocket in English whereas the other inexplicably donned the phrase “All Fight”.

Katsuki remembered the way Deku’s face scrunched up right before big, fat tears welled in his eyes as he dragged his stubby fingers across the bold “F” that differentiated the shirt from his own. He was miserable and, for a moment, Katsuki was glad it wasn’t his shirt that was flawed. It wasn’t until days later that news of the misprinted shirts’ circulation hit the fan sites. He had to swallow his jealousy then. The shirt became a point of pride for Deku and hung, unworn, in a garment bag for years. Katsuki never had a reason to look up the value of the shirt beyond that first year but, surely, it outweighed that of the plush Deku had given Uraraka.

“I didn’t realize. Thank you, Midoriya. I will refrain from trying it on.”

The lack of excitement in Todoroki’s voice, the ignorance in acknowledging how grand of a gesture the gift was, all of it almost made Katsuki snap. Rather than launch a violently verbal outburst, he managed to barely suppress an explosion within his enclosed fist.

“Gah! You alright, bro?”

Katsuki was so consumed with the exchange taking place a stone’s throw away, he almost forgot he was still in Kirishima’s presence. He switched gears abruptly, shelving his curiosity and frustration and, instead, channeling his anger for a physical performance that rivaled the effort he put forth during the sports festival.

--

“Sheesh! You might be the only person who can handle Bakugo in hand to hand, man!” Sero clapped Kirishima on the back just as he released his hardening.

“His Howitzer definitely makes me wonder whether my quirk has a threshold, that’s for sure!” Kirishima laughed. “It’s like he knows I need to test my limits if I’m gonna go Pro! Bro is so manly for that. Now, more than ever, I know I gotta be prepared,” he smiled somberly, pensively studying his fist which still bristled with the remnants of his quirk.

The prattling of his friends didn’t even register as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and angrily made his way to the dorms. Nothing added up. The last thing an overzealous fanboy like Deku would do is part with merch so cavalierly. Even if some act of god were to sway his obsessive fanaticism, Katsuki would think he’d be the reasonable recipient of such keepsakes. For starters, he was there when Deku got most of them. Above all of that, even though he didn’t proudly fly his fanboy flag, Deku was intimately aware of All Might being his favorite hero, his inspiration to become a hero. Where the Uraraka thing could be chalked up to some weird comfort for their shared trauma, Todoroki rode the pine on that mission just like he did, so what gives?

“- I think it’s okay if you’re having a rough time but consider reaching out to the school counselor, ribbit.”

Suddenly aware of his proximity to the source of his ire, Katsuki slowed his gait but only slightly.

“Heh, you might be right, Asu-Tsuyu!” Deku whinced, a nervous hand resting on the back of his head. His shoulders seemed to tense as he looked away from his classmate.

“It just looks like you might not be sleeping, I guess I was just worried. But, you can tell me if I shouldn’t have said something.” Asui croaked, noticing Deku’s discomfort. She chanced a comforting hand but thought better of it just short of his shoulder, letting it hang limply between them. “I was thinking about going after classes too if you wanted to join..” she murmured.

“Yea, I just- Kacchan!”

“Too close,” Katsuki thought, rolling his eyes. “What, nerd?” he scoffed, though the question lacked its usual edge. He sidled up to the two without hastening his pace, his interest piqued by Asui’s gross display of concern.

“I was just thinking about you, actually! D-do you think we could talk later? Maybe after dinner rush?” While Deku’s inflection remained calm, the eyes he flashed Katsuki were pleading. It was a confusing dissonance given Katsuki’s assumption that Deku and Asui were pretty good friends. That and, while Deku was never subtle about his regard for Katsuki, he was also never so bold in requesting his attention or presence.

Katsuki squinted suspiciously at Deku, trying to decide on a response that wouldn’t give away his interest but would also make Deku sweat a bit. After all, this public appeal upset something deep within his gut, it was only right he return the favor. But even the glare that typically graced his face lost steam as he was able to study Deku up close for the first time in a while. His cheeks seemed to be a bit gaunt, not as plush and blushy as they usually were whenever he held his gaze. His eyes were sharply contrasted by puffy, dark circles that seemed to be in a competitive race to see which side would droop to his nose first. His typically unruly curls were.. well, they looked just the same but worse, somehow. “Frogger is right to be concerned…” he determined before responding to Deku distractedly, “yea. Whatever.”

Deku managed a feeble smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before being called away by some extra.

In his absence, Katsuki’s eyes locked with Asui’s. She also looked slightly worse for wear but only in the sense that her eyes were maybe a bit red and puffy, likely from crying recently. Hell, maybe that’s just what she looked like, Katsuki wouldn’t know the difference. He also wasn’t exactly greatwith feelings. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone worse than himself for anyone to cry to.

Asui seemed to know this, as well. “Be nice, Bakugo. I don’t think he’s doing well, at all. Don’t make it worse, ribbit.”

“Yea, yea, cry me a river..” he huffed, regretting his phrasing immediately.

--

Katsuki seemed to be in a daze as he prepared to hit the showers. The look on Deku’s face haunted him. He hadn’t looked in that worse of shape since middle school. He could pinpoint the day, in fact, as it was one that still turned his stomach. Katsuki’s arrogance, his general abrasiveness used to always be laser focused on Deku back then. He almost wished there was a froggy busybody to pull back the reins on him then, too. But his ego went roughly unchecked from the age of four until the UA entrance exams. He could recall only four instances that briefly shook his confidence throughout his adolescence.

One was after a fight with third graders when he was just barely out of kindergarten. He was obviouslyvictorious, but he may have cried a little bit which slightly tarnished the win.

The second time was a stupid spill into a river in front of his minions which he, like, barelyremembered if he was being honest….

The third and fourth times fell on the same day, the day he recalled Deku looking his worst.

He’d spent years by that point scratching away at Deku’s resolve to be a hero, decimating the confidence that dared to stand up to him, time and time again. That day, in all his bravado, with the supportive taunts from lackeys he no longer consorts with, he remembered tossing one of Deku’s carefully curated notebooks into the school pond. A critical hit. That would have been enough but his racing pulse, his blood that always ran a littletoo hot, got carried away and took it a step too far.

“Take a swan dive off the roof!” he’d sneered to the uproarious laughter of surrounding NPC’s. He didn’t remember the exact phrase he’d used but he remembered the sentiment. Moreover, while he could distance himself from the words, from the cruelty of them, he couldn’t as easily dismiss the broken look on Deku’s face. It immediately seared itself onto his mind’s eye and made him wish he could swallow the conversation and erase it from the collective memory of those who’d heard it. Even as a bunch of their peers proceeded to praise him, proceeded to glad hand him. He continued the afternoon in their company, anxiously ruminating on what he’d said and wondering if they were enough to push someone over the edge, push Deku over the edge. Surrounded by flunkies, he was isolated by his cowardice at not only saying such things but, also, not being man enough to apologize or brave enough to face Deku to make sure he didn’t take his taunts seriously.

The next hit to his confidence came when that quirkless nerd, raw from having been told to killhimself, still threw himself into harm’s way to save him. Between gasping breaths, Katsuki’s desperate eyes locked with Deku’s fearful ones, both glimmering with tears. Deku was scared but he was there wearing an unbridled grin with no clue what to do next. In that moment, Katsuki recognized Deku, er, Midoriya… to be a better man than he was. A better hero. Because he could overlook Katsuki’s malice, could ignore his own fear, could have nothing to fall back on, and still come to Katsuki’s rescue.

It unnerved Katsuki then. But, when he later became privy to the conversation Deku had had with All Might merely moments before? The fact that Deku could indomitably shake off the hopeless words of their idol while conveniently stranded on a roof…? He shuddered at the memory inadvertently. It stirred the bubbling guilt in Katsuki’s stomach, one he’d not been able to quell in the months since starting at UA. Moreover, the hits to his ego just kept coming while Deku continued to rise above people’s low expectations of him.

They both had come a long way since then. Their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds, typically against Katsuki’s own best efforts. Yet, here he was, reminded of that day just the same. He absently continued with his post training bath, decidedly ignoring those who buzzed around him. Occasionally, he chanced a glance at Deku who, while still visibly withdrawn, stayed in the company of Todoroki and Iida.

--

As Class 1A trickled into the grand mess hall for dinner, Katsuki was still notably distracted. Even as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina could laugh and joke around him, he still felt as though he were on edge. He pushed the food on his plate around aimlessly, Deku’s request to talk after dinner turning over in his head. His behavior had been gnawing away at him all day. It all just felt a bit too much like before. The bob of green hair in the corner of his eye roused him from his reverie.

“Midoriya! This does not appear to be a proper meal! As a growing hero, you must take your health and nutrition seriously!” Iida chastised loudly as he, Deku, Todoroki, Uraraka and Asui made their way to a largely uninhabited table in the cafeteria. There, just within earshot, they sat off in his blind spot.

“Don’t be dramatic, Iida! Deku’s been fine! He’s just been-” Uraraka paused a beat before continuing. “Deku, all you got was rice? You love Lunch Rush’s food… maybe Iida is right.”

“Midoriya. Cold soba is nutritionally balanced and a comfort to eat-“

“Todoroki, no...” Katsuki could practically hear Uraraka shaking her head.

“Heh, guys, I’m fine.. you don’t have to worry about me. I just haven’t felt very hungry lately. There’s reallynothing to worry about.” Deku’s laugh felt hollow but the concerned chatter seemed to dial back.

“Well, Midoriya, in this very hall you once extended an offer to speak if I needed it. At the time, I refused to ask for your help and I frequently regret that lapse in judgement. I hope that you know that I, too, am here for you.”

“We all are, ribbit.”

“I’m FINE!” Deku shot back a bit too defiantly. “I mean.. there’s really nothing to discuss,” he insisted a bit more gently. The shrill uptick in his inflection rubbed Katsuki the wrong way.

“Well… perhaps we can discuss the nature of this toy you’d left at my door, Midoriya. I am unaware of any rules that prohibit them on campus but you did not need to avail yourself to bring it to me.”

“Bakubro, you alright?” Kirishima prodded pulling Katsuki back into his surroundings. Unbeknownst to him, he’d abandoned the show of eating altogether and had begun scowling. He shook off the question, deepening his knit brows, curious as to how Deku would evade the scrutiny of the class president once more.

“It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure, Iida. I just… I thought you’d like it. I, uh, picked it up when I went home to visit my mom yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. From its condition, I was uncertain what to glean. I admire the craftmanship, of course. My brother had several successful lines of merchandise, but I do not believe they hold a candle to some of the more seasoned Professional Heroes. I will return it to your care after dinner.”

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“-am I right, Bakubabe?” Ashido’s singsong voice broke Katsuki’s concentration as she playfully draped an arm around his shoulders.

“Some fucking friends.” Katsuki muttered gathering his things to make a hasty exit.

 “Woah, no need to be so mean, Kacchan!” Kaminari called after him in jest. “What’s eating him?”

“… Isn’t it obvious?” Ashido sighed.

“All signs point to Midobro…” Kirishima surmised, chancing a glance over at Deku’s table. While his back was to Kirishima’s, the anguish on the faces of those opposite him spoke volumes.

“Oh! Kacchan! You’re still coming by later, right?” Deku called after Katsuki who had already begun fading from view.

--

“Recognizing Suicidal Behavior”

The words seared themselves on Katsuki’s eyes from his phone as he lay in bed, searching for an answer he couldn’t bring himself to ask Deku himself.

“Individual factors… anxiety disorder…. Relationship factors… history of bullying, lost relationships… socially isolated… ashamed to ask for help. Warning signs.” Katsuki murmured as he scanned the site. “Sad or moody, check. Withdrawing from others, check. Changes in personality, appearance, sleep pattern, check, check, check… experiencing recent trauma…. Making… preparations.”

Anxiety stung at his eyes as a fire welled in his chest, licking at his ears. The grip on his phone tightened as he brought it down to his stomach, his teeth grinding painfully. He forced several deep breaths in and out, in and out. “That dumbass. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. I’ll kill him.” Katsuki rose with a start and wiped the anguish from his face, angrily.

He threw his door open and stomped his way to Deku’s dorm, ripe for confrontation. His balled fist rapped on the door aggressively. If he could see beyond his anger or his concern, he’d probably be worried the door would give way completely. He could hear shuffling from within the room and waited with bated breath.

“Kacchan! I didn’t expect you so soon!” Deku beamed as he carefully slipped through his slightly ajar door. The light that normally shone in his eyes, dimmed by the state of his sallow face.

Katsuki’s fist hung in the space between them menacingly.

“I just-I had something I’d been wanting to give you...” Deku’s eyes lowered, fully engrossed by the tiles on the floor of the hall.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed to slits. On one hand, he intrusively thought it was about damn time that the nerd acknowledged him but on the other, he was starkly reminded of what had drawn his anger in the first place.

“I hope you don’t judge me too harshly. I.. had him sign it when he took me on as his successor..” Deku admitted under his breath. He gingerly pulled a trading card secured in a protective cover from his pocket and firmly held two corners between his thumbs tensely as he formally presented it to Katsuki.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, hah!?” Katsuki spat darkly, forcibly pushing the trading card back into Deku’s chest. His fearfully questioning expression finding refuge below his bangs. They’d had twin All Might trading cards for over ten years. They’d received both on the same day, at the same time with a stroke of luck that had failed them through what felt like cases mystery packs until, finally, they both ripped open the limited #1 All Might trading card at the same time. Katsuki recalled the shock and joy that had warmed both their smiles that day. He wondered, if happiness felt like the bright, fiery sun on your face, did Deku’s sadness feel like the absence of that? Like the chill of an abruptly setting sun when you expected a long lazy day? Katsuki never liked the cold.

“Kacchan, I-“

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing!? What you’re planning!? Why the fuck-” his head hung parallel to the ground, fist still lingering in midair. “Is it- is it my fault?” The question pushed passed his lips before he could bite it back.

“I’m not sure- I don’t… think I know what you mean.”

Deku’s voice was soft and muffled in Katsuki’s ears. Could barely be heard above the sound of his own pounding pulse booming in his ears. Yet Katsuki could hear the distress that dripped off of his words. “How dare you worry about me when you couldn’t be bothered to think about me while you were doing all of this!” Katsuki growled, becoming aware of sparse tears that had started to trace their way down his face. Every word felt labored, like they were pushing their way forcibly from the pit of his stomach through his esophagus.

“Kacchan-“

“You think after everything you can just fucking leave!? Just give away your shit and end it all!?” Katsuki’s words steadied sharply behind his gritted teeth.

“No, you’re mistak-” Deku feebly proffered, his hands raised defensively. He looked around the abandoned hallway, hoping no one was in earshot of this desperate conversation. “I don’t-”

“You think I believe you!? You’re not right in the head, never were. And now, giving away everything we collected over the years to those fucking extras. And this!” his head shot up to stare blearily about face to his childhood friend, backhanding the treasured trading card away from him. Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, barely above a rasp. “I.. it’s my fault. Is this my fault?” he whispered hoarsely.

Deku’s eyes widened seeing the tears falling freely from Katsuki’s face. Apprehension sculpted his eyebrows before decisively ushering Katsuki into his room, afraid someone would overhear them. Uncertain what to do next, he stared at Katsuki waiting for inspiration to guide him.

Instead, Katsuki filled the silence with his fears. “You think you can just up and disappear, fade from existence and people wouldn’t care? I wouldn’t… notice?” The distance between them felt thick with Katsuki’s tears. His cheeks and nose burned with an exposed vulnerability he hadn’t felt since the last time Deku had made him feel small and uncertain, powerless, even. He wiped his nose with his forearm, feeling his anger welling up once more by the stupid confusion on Deku’s face.

He lowered his face once more, both fists balled at his sides. “I know I have no right to this or to expect anything between us to change. But there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t regretted the crap I said to you last year… or any year before that. It eats at me, not knowing if, one day, you’d actually act on what I said to you because sometimes this shit is too much and I gave you an idea like that. How can I be a hero if I can say such awful fucking things to someone? I don’t know what you’re going through but I know whatever it is, it’s temporary. I know shit went left on that mission and I don’t know how you feel about it. But I can guess you probably think it’s your fault because you take too much on yourself. Like you could have changed something that Pro Heroes couldn’t even avoid… But I know it wasn’t your fault. I know you did everything you could even before Shitty Hair told me about it...”

Deku’s hands knotted themselves nervously before he sent a hand to quell the blossoming heat on the back of his neck, all the while averting his gaze from Katsuki who stood exposed like a wound.

Incited by the persisting quiet between them, Katsuki continued to wring out the thoughts that plagued him, hoping they’d connect to someone he felt so adrift from. “Ever since we got to UA, nothing’s ever gone the way I thought it would. I couldn’t understand it, it was all supposed to be so easy for me. Instead, you just kept shooting further and further ahead of me and, for the longest time, I fucking resented you for that. Like this was karma for all the fucked up crap I put you through even though that resentment is the same reason I treated you so badly before. Even before we got here, it always felt like you were looking down on me with those stupid eyes. The ones that knew the truth about the shitty things I was capable of and the ones that knew you’d be a hero come hell or high water..”

Katsuki clutched at the collar of his shirt, drawing courage he wasn’t certain he had. “I can’t… I can’t change the shit I said before. But I can apologize, now, De- I-Izuku. And I can tell you I’m not going to let you slip through my fucking fingers like this. You can’t and you better not think you can chicken shit your way out of this. I’ll put you on watch my fucking self if I have to,” he decided defiantly, knowing even this wouldn’t make things between them square.

His eyebrows gathered expectantly waiting for a response, not sure whether he could face his childhood friend. Suddenly uncomfortable with his honesty and uncertain whether Izuku could give him the absolution he needed, his bravado began to take over, “Besides- I can’t be number one if I don’t beat everybody and that means you, too, you shitty nerd. So don’t think you can take the easy way out.”

“Kacchan… I… Did you-? I’m not going to kill myself.” Izuku declared, bewildered by Katsuki’s assertion.

Katsuki could feel one of his eyes twitching angrily. “HAH?” Surely, he didn’t misread the situation. Izuku checked all the despondent boxes complete with giving prized keepsakes to those he considered closest. What else could this be if not a call for help? Was denial normal in the face of confrontation for stuff like this? Maybe he should have gone straight to Aizawa instead of sticking his foot in his mouth… again. His eyes shot up to interrogate Izuku more directly. “You mean to tell me, that all this was….” the question died on his lips, his eyes widening. “Is that? Is that the 10th Anniversary All Might poster that was never released for sale for the public??”

--

“You shitty fucking nerd.” Katsuki laughed derisively. Both boys sat with their knees tented and their backs against Izuku’s dorm room door staring up at the victorious gaze of their idol hero, All Might.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d kill myself...” Izuku tightly hugged his knees to his chest.

“As if I committed the biggest faux pas here.” Katsuki’s eyes rolled, a disbelieving grin tugging at his upturned lips. “And, naturally, you thought giving away all your other merch would make you feel less guilty.”

“I wanted it so bad, Kacchan. I knew it’s what Sir Nighteye would have wanted…” Izuku nodded, his eyes wide and a bit of dribble pooling at one corner of his mouth.

“You fucking otaku! You couldn’t even wait for the body to get cold before you were doubling back for that poster, huh?” Katsuki’s laugh was harsh and unexpected but, in light of the recent revelation, put Izuku to some semblance of ease.

“I didn’t think it should go to waste…” Izuku’s gaze lowered as his voice dropped off. “Now I can’t bare to look at it, it’s like All Might himself is judging me.”

“Can’t ya just ask the real All Might? I’m sure he’d give you some peace of mind about it.”

“Kacchan, how can I ask the real All Might after what I’ve done? I swear it was like I was in a fugue state. One minute, I’m at the hospital with Mirio, Bubble Girl and Centipeder, and the next I’m in his dark office with this poster rolled under my arm. How can I be a hero after this?” Izuku exasperated, burying his head between his knees.

Katsuki exhaled slowly, lightly throwing his head back as he came to terms with how similar he and Izuku were. Both looked up to All Might in different but not incorrect ways. Both wanted to be number one. Both knew a treasure when they saw it. He snorted, “If I can continue on the path to number one after everything I put you through, I think I can give you the greenlight to still be a hero. We’re not our pasts… even if your past is like.. from yesterday, you little shit.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned. “You’re making it worse!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. If you can promise to stay the course, I can promise to keep your secret.” Katsuki stared sidelong at the ball of regret beside him. He cocked his head waiting for a reluctant response.

“Secret, huh?”

“You’ve kept mine, after all. ‘ts the least I can do.” Katsuki elbowed Izuku playfully, rousing him from his withdrawn position.

“… you know you can let that one go, Kacchan. Maybe I’ve just always known the way you were, but... there’s never been anything you’ve done that’s made you less of a hero to me.” Izuku’s words were muffled by the forearm that still pressed firmly against his mouth.

Katsuki looked away bashfully, his eyes meeting All Might’s. Maybe this was another thing the nerd had that he’d covet. Somehow, seeing the weight of it, the burden of it, put it into perspective. He smiled softly, letting his head lean slackly against the door. "Better to have a rival than a memory."he thought, suddenly grateful to relish in the unspoken familiarity they had even after all this time. 

--

A/N: As inspired by, “Say Yes to Heaven” by Lana Del Rey because I feel like I once saw a tiktok where a Bakugo cosplayer insinuated they’d keep a watchful eye on Deku who’d begun giving away things that were important to him (or maybe that was a just a Mandela effect).

While in this instance, Izuku was just really, really sketchy, be aware of the impact you have on others and be mindful of the behavior of those you care about. There are always resources available and someone to speak to.

[stella-facem-ducens]

I think I don’t hate red.

my fic for zutara month day 7 “touch Starved” 

Summary: When Fire lust for Water and Water desires Fire (this is a smut fic :3)

@zutaramonth

The situation is more than bizarre, for the very first time Katara doesn’t how to feel, usually when it comes to Zuko she has two moods she is piss off with him or she is tired because of the endless chasing now under the tight bind that keep her in place, tied in a pole Katara feels something different she is curious, the cause, they way Zuko is looking at her, there are so many emotions in his eyes she can see anger, confusion and desire.

Zuko is doing the same to her, he is staring deep into Katara’s eyes, and he see the same thing instead of anger Zuko sees curiosity which makes an unfamiliar feeling burst in his chest, Zuko is accustomed to see in people’s eyes repulsion but not in hers, gradually Zuko is closing distance getting near to the waterbender, the girl who confused Zuko so much.

  “Why are you looking at me this way, why are you not disgusted by me ?” Katara could feel the heat irradiating from Zuko's chest, his hot breath near her cheek, those amber eyes looking at her, like a dragon looking at his treasure.

  “Zuko I am not sure if this is how you flirt…. what do you want me to say”?

“The prince of the fire nation is the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, the way he masters his element is outstanding and those eyes are beautiful, they are like the sun.”

  Katara bit her tongue she absolutely didn’t want to recognize that and Zuko couldn’t stop blushing, Mai has never told him such beautiful words and this water tribe girl is boosting his ego but the feeling vanishes as he remembers the necklace inside Zuko’s pocket, a reminder this girl is not single.

  “Peasant, do you enjoy play with men? or is just with the avatar.”

“You don’t seem that kind of girl, so tell me Katara what is with you? Why is your precious fiancé not here with you?”

  “What on Earth are you talking about, what fiancé?!.”

  “Don’t lie to me peasant, I am sure you have one, after all it is your people's costume to give this kind of thing, I am not a fool.”

  Katara couldn’t believe it was her mother's necklace.

  “I am not sure what you are talking about Zuko.”

“If you remember and I am sure you do after all you raided my town.”

“I am from the south, we don't do that. The most important, why are you holding a dear memento from my dead mother!?”

“Please give it back…. I miss her every single day… please I beg you it is the only thing left I have from her.”

  The sound of Katara's sad voice, how she is at the brink of tears certainly doesn’t make Zuko happy in fact he is fighting his instinct to hold her and hug her. 

  “I lost my mother too, I guess that is what we have in common “

“So Katara let’s make a deal, you get your precious memento back, but you have to answer some of my questions.”

“You already talked about my face, what do you think about my chest where my mighty flames reside, tell me how the power inside the crown prince of the fire nation feels.”

  At first the question seems odds but the desire in zuko's eyes makes it clear what is his intention 

If they have to put a name of what is happening; is not love at first sight, this is desire at first sight and that is more than enough for the crown prince, if he wants something he is going to get, it is that simple, this waterbender is going to be his. 

dragons only have one mate, this girl is the one, Katara just need to realize her future is already decided, he is her future, and she is his

Katara can feel in the air the beating of Zuko’s heart, the heat coming from his chest. 

when ropes finally come off, she rests her head on Zuko’s chest, the fire inside him calls her.

Zuko can barely contain his lust, his body is burning in desire, his cock hard as steel, ready to please his future lady, tame her, show her pleasure no other man can replicate.  

He kisses Katara fervently, his hand slowly reaching his waterbender’s butt, the young prince is on fire he is eager to burn her, to make her lust fire to make her see they can burn everyone. he will be the flame heating her steam, a steam so hot it will burn everyone who dare to challenge them.

Katara couldn’t hold it either. She is moaning, the waves of pleasure Zuko is making her feel. how deep Zuko is pushing his tongue into Katara’s mouth, for him she tastes like heaven, like the most pristine water. 

  “You are beautiful, my raindrop" says Zuko, watching Katara moaning under his touch. 

  “Zuko, I.. I”

  Katara couldn’t form any words, not because she is basically betraying everyone; what her father taught her, he told her she must never be with another man until marriage, she must never let a fire nation get close to her and she must always harbor hate for the ashmakers those are the words her father said to her before he sailed beyond the horizon.

The real reason why she can’t form any sentences is because her body is missing Zuko’s heat, she wants to lean into his fire, feel again his hot breath, the sensation of his kisses how they felt like drinking hot tea so hot it numbs your tongue, she missed the burning hand in her butt, claiming it as his.

  “Zuko if in my life I have to regret something I want to regret this please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, dear Katara you are going to regret everything except me and what we are going to do”

  And true to his words the next thing the fire prince do is burn every claims any men may have on his treasure, the collar on Katara’s neck clearly crafted by the avatar is quickly yank away and burn, burning it near Katara so his princess can feel the flames, they are burning the gift the avatar gave her, the collar claiming Katara as the avatar ’s girl is finally burnt into ashes, the colors of the air nation doesn’t fit in his dear Katara ’s   neck

as the final dust of ash falls into the ground a sense of liberation fills Katara, she is free from a future that doesn’t longer exist, she will never be call avatar ’ s girl and with this new gain freedom katara takes the initiative she kisses Zuko hard, with her intense kiss she summons small sparks coming from inside Zuko, invading her mouth, her entire mouth is in pure ecstasy, those amber eyes now filled with lust, makes her fire prince sexier but is not enough for Katara, she needs to feel more, she needs to touch more with one hand slowly moving, too timid to do it faster she reaches Zuko ’s armor and trying her best to take it away, Zuko couldn’t feel happier and quickly succumb to his lady desire.

on the river bank the only thing dominating are the sounds of kisses, moans and heavy armor falling into the ground, the sounds of raw untamed lust, that is the perfect description. 

  “Zuko please let me touch you more… I need to feel more of you… I need to feel your hot skin against mine.”

  “You are a lewd lady but as your prince I am more than happy to fulfill your selfish desires.”

  in an instant both benders finally embrace each other, the friction between their bodies, the hands greedily moving from Katara ’s butt to her tight teasing her with his fingers, enjoying the sounds Zuko ’s little Katara makes, how the waterbender ’s legs start to fails her, how she voluntary open her legs a little to give him more access and he reciprocated by rubbing his manhood in her virtue, his rod pushing in desperately agony, he wants to go inside her so much but he is going to make her beg, a prince never beg

  “Say it Katara, you know what you want, you can barely stand under my touch.”

“You are surrendering your body, your strength to me” 

“Give your mighty dragon what he desires, you know what you have to say”

“Serve me”

  “Zuko, make me yours.”

  “You have to try harder, waterbender, don’t you remember, I am not a peasant, I am not just Zuko, you know who I am.”

  “My Prince, my dragon, I need you.”

  with eyes fills with devotion Zuko pushes deep into Katara not even caring if it hurts or not because Zuko is absolutely sure she is made for him, they are compatible in every level he will never hurt her, they are made for each other and he is not wrong the most beautiful lustful scream confirmed it, Katara inner walls fit him so right so tight, her entire body is eager to accept him, her body was made for him and only him

overwhelmed by the warring sensations, the burning, the needy emptiness, the want for friction, the intrusive stretching. He feels like a hot flaming steel rod as he finally breaches her maidenhead, sinking his length slowly inside of her, his hands shaking as they hold her hips tightly in their grasp, a groan punctuated by an exhilarated growl.

Katara was still adjusting to the sensation, her body feeling stretched and full, almost  too  full. Eased with each thrust, Zuko begins to growl rhythmically, in time with his thrusts.

Zuko struggles to keep the flames inside his chest, fire is dangerous, it is rare for a firebender to release their fire during mating, it requires a full trust in your partner's abilities.

Katara, she is different, katara lusts for his fire, she lusts for every single part of him, the proof of that is the kisses she is giving him in Zuko ’s neck, going from his chin to her chest forcing the flames inside him burst. unable to keep control and like a beast Zuko releases his fire, the sky turns red with Zuko's flames and as he breathes fire Katara keep kissing his neck

the deepest form of trust between the mate and her firebender

with each thrust Katara loses more and more the strength in her legs, not even the pole behind her can support her. 

the beast, the crown prince Zuko, he is devouring her with his dick

  “on four Katara, your prince's desire to make you feel his entire length.”

  Yes… yes… yes… My Zuko, claim me.”

  with a smile Zuko release his lady from his possessive hold, the sight of his lady quickly collapsing to the ground clearly her legs are unable to hold her, the view of her now in four, how beautiful she, with a wicked smile Zuko thrust his entire length inside her, both of them can’t keep it in, the emotions are too strong they can't keep it quiet  Katara screams Zuko name to the world to hear while he, like a dragon jet fire flames so hot they are almost white, sparks erupts from his feet burning the tiny bits of wood nearby, the water boiling, hot steam soaring, surrounding them, steam so hot anyone near it would get their lungs burn but water will never allow her mistress and her mate be hurt

  “Katara, you feel so good”

  “Burn everything, my fiery beast, let me feel your flames” an excited Katara screams in pleasure the sensation of Zuko inside her, the beauty of the flames around her, Zuko for her is the personification of the sun, her mighty sunshine.

  The words Katara said to her prince with such love, lust and desire do trick, Zuko ’s dick is pulsing in anticipation, ready to mark her as his, fills her, in a primal grunt Zuko grabs Katara waist and carefully change the position, he wants to do it in the missionary position, he wants to see her face. 

  “I am going to mark you Katara, fill you with the seed of the dynasty that will rule this world” as he is about to cum Katara grabs him by the neck and pull, kiss him, both of their bodies are shaking in pleasure, in what it can almost be described as dragon ’ s roar Zuko marks his princess, his lady, his waterbender.

like river of lava with a force only a fire bender can master Zuko cum, aiming to Katara very core, so hot and consuming, Zuko fills Katara deep inside making sure Katara ’s womb belongs to him, her walls contracting, each drop of her dragon ’s seed finds rest deep inside her, a new addicting feeling is forming inside her, she will never forget how it feels. her entire womb becoming a pool of magma. Katara wants Zuko’s cum so much, neither earth, water or air can compare to what fire is doing to her.

She loves every part of him, the flames, those yellow eyes, her body, everything about him. Katara is like the ocean, her body want to pull Zuko ’s body to the deepest part of the sea 

During their orgasm Zuko sees the beauty of love in her eyes he is not sure how long it will last but he will never forget what he saw, he saw the pure raw form of love in Katara ’s eyes.

For a moment they stay in silence, neither of them wanting to separate from each other, katara ’s core is greedily milking each drop of Zuko ’s cum and his dick is possessively refusing to go soft, she is his to fill. 

So both of them opted for the second best thing, they sit with Katara on top, still connected but the fire prince is not done, not even close he needs to consume his Katara until the last piece

“You know waterbender I haven’t punished you for kyoshi island”

before Katara could even respond or complain her prince sucks her nipple, kisses her breasts trying to kiss her heart too but he needs more, from her breast he goes up, to her neck covering her in love bites.

The moans are a blessing to Zuko’s ears like a symphony of lust and love, he will never forget how a celestial ’s symphony sounds. 

He isn’t expecting an angry Katara, did he do something wrong? The answer comes quickly, she starts kissing him passionately this time she is the one claiming him, her tongue deep inside him trying to reach the flames inside Zuko, searching eager to find that burning sensation. The sensation of their first kiss, she is looking for those sparks of lust.

she is not done she can tease too; a dark idea comes to her mind she starts grinding zuko ’s massive dick against her inner walls, he is still deep inside her and she is going to take advantage of that, she is the one this time to make Zuko scream her name.

Her mission is complete, finally from her prince’s mouth those sparks come again, the ones she is starting to love, the proof of Zuko’s deep desire for her, those flames are finally free.

  After the kiss ends, Zuko is proudly proclaiming a simple truth.

“You greedy waterbender, if I knew better, I would say you are from my kind after all your people is all about community and sharing but it appears you are eager to consume me”

“don’t worry my fire lady, I will provide you with the fire your soul desires.”

“You will find no better men in those filthy dirt-benders, you will find no better in the punny breeze-bender you called avatar, you will not find no better men on cowards from the north, no puddle-bender will be better than me.”

  After the proclamation, Zuko lie down letting Katara ride him, a perfectly opportunity for her to escape, Zuko already made his choice, he chose her, it is time for her to decide the answer comes as expected, the greedy waterbender is riding him good with each thrust she is not leaving a single inch outside, she is taking Zuko’s massive dick completely which is amazing because Zuko knows how big he is and he also knows his princess love it, the lust in Katara’s eyes are the evidence, it showed when she saw his cock the first time

Zuko is about to reach his climax and Katara knows it too, the final decision is in her hands.

Katara doesn’t stop when she hears Appa coming closer to her location, she doesn’t stop when she hears her friends calling her, she doesn’t stop when she sees the shadow of the giant bison in the horizon, at this moment everything she needs is Zuko

“I want your seed Zuko, I want all of you, I need to feel your heat inside me again, I want to feel the warm sensation in my belly, I want to feel your pulsating dick releasing your cum in me, the seed of the fire nation in me…. Please turn my womb into a pool of fire and magma, mark my insides with your cum. 

As she says this she grabs Zuko hands and place them in her hips with a final movement she push down and let the must lustful sound leave her mouth to the world to hear, she let Zuko seed remind her she is now fire nation, claimed by the crown prince whatever she like it or not her body will always remember the fire nation ’s prince claimed her, she is forever his. she let Zuko burning hands mark her hip, a red handprint, it will disappear in few days but it will a reminder of what happened today for days 

She is undeniably his and for the look in his face he is undeniably her.

  Katara ’s body is sore and with Aang near, it is obvious they can’t keep doing it, as she stand up Zuko grabs her and place a big kiss leaving a love bite in Katara lower belly and then soft tender kisses following a pattern, the fire nation ’s symbol 

  “You know Katara, this world can know peace when my nation wins, when I am fire lord the world will find and know peace.”

  Katara is sure Zuko means well, she knows her sunshine, the prince, truly believes that but for her, is Aang the hope for the world, she has to go with the avatar and stop Ozai

The look on Katara's face tells Zuko what his princess is thinking, a little angrier Zuko continues.

  “I will keep chasing the avatar and I will keep looking at you with the same eyes I am looking at you now.”

saying the last part softer, hopeful Katara feels the same, hoping she will look at him with desire too

Katara stays silent, she truly doesn’t know what to think, the groan of a flying bison reminds her she must go. 

“You should dress yourself; I will not tolerate the avatar looking at you while you are naked”  the crown prince commanding it with jealousy, Katara has no intention of letting neither Aang nor Sokka see her naked, covered in Zuko’s love marks not because she is ashamed but because she is not that kinky

Before Katara could leave, a still naked prince showing off how handsome and big he is, grabs something from his pants on the floor. It is Katara’s necklace, but the fabric is different. Instead of blue it is dark red.

Before leaving Katara does something unexpected, a kiss, a short but meaningful kiss, a kiss that feels and is a promise.

  A few hours later now with Katara on Appa, her friends get curious about her necklace.

  “Katara what happened with the collar I gave you.”

“Yeah sis, and now your old one is red… as soon we land you should totally change it to blue.”

  Katara tries to agree with her brother or be sad about Zuko burning the gift aang gave her, but she refuses to lie, for her it would be dishonorable, she won’t lie about something she doesn’t regret. 

“The collar was burnt and about changing the color” Katara makes a solemn pause this is important for her.

I think I don’t hate red.

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Quine Harley wanted to give back to the community that helped her through so many hardships, so she put her degree to use and started offering complimentary therapy to anyone who needed it on the weekends. Her most recent client was odd to say the least, how he always wore that mask, how he always asked about patient confidentiality, how he only introduce himself as 'Joker', how long it took for him to open up, it was all very intriguing to Quine. Eventuality he started speaking casually with her and she realized how funny he was! One thing led to another and they decided to go out for coffee. A couple dates later she opened up about her family troubles, how her brother had died in prison a couple months ago.

One day he took her to an abandoned mall, he told her it was a special place but she didn't expect it too look like a city, he led her through the mall until he was stopped by someone who started arguing how he didn't want to bring her into this before stopping when he saw her, it was her brother, they don't know how long they hugged each other. Later they started catching up, he explained how they needed a doctor but how they couldn't really pay her, she accepted, Joker started speaking more openly to her after that about what he did, how he was always under threat by insane villains, Quine stopped him and asked him to clarify. He talked about their elaborate schemes, how deranged they were while she thought about how they showed such obvious signs, how they needed serious help, how she could maybe help them and how the least she could do was try. He was surprised by her but joyfully agreed to make her a costume, she was kinda excited for this, after all, she loved clown since she was young.

She wants to let the villains and goons heal and hopefully make allies, let them spill their anxieties and worries to The Harmless Harlequin.

Grey Bruce was eternally grateful for Mr. Bruce's generosity, he was so lucky to have been picked out of all the children from the orphanage, he overheard the children words laced with pity how he was a 'tax write-off' but what did they know? He was sure that under his uncaring exterior Wayne was a kind man at heart. Mr. Bruce was quite the busy man, Grey rarely saw him around the mansion, anytime he needed something one of the many butlers would provide, they were all named Alfred for some reason that he didn't quite get. It took a couple of months before he found Mr. Bruce in a strange cavern bellow the mansion, he was half wearing a bat costume and looked shocked to see him.

He revealed his secret persona of The Madbat to Grey, how he offered vicious criminals a change to reform themselves and contribute something of value to society at large, how the public perception of him was a necessary evil so he wouldn't be unnecessarily idolized, how the damage he caused was only necessary to stop even greater damage and how he wanted Grey to join him. Grey was amazed, here was a great opportunity to prove his worth to him! Mr. Bruce entrusted him with a suit of armor that has been in his family for generations, Grey thought for a moment that it looked similar to the dozens of armors lining the halls but he dismissed that thought as Mr. Bruce entrusted him with his loyal bodyguards. The armor was clunky so Grey decided to modify it, he took inspiration from the bird watching he used to do with his folks back at the circus, he treasured every memory he had of them.

You can count on Madbat's right hand Crimson Shrike to take care of the vicious criminals of the night.

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[bettysupremacy]

Hear me out.....

Eddie dressed as a vampire for Halloween meets reader dressed up as someone bit by a vampire. They meet after some stuff goes down with readers date (who totally didn't wanna go with reader).

I heard you out.. and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done. This idea was adorable adorable adorable, thx for your req. Thanks Lynn for reading again, I should really compensate you for your work, put you on a payroll. @simpingrat

Warnings: reader is drunk, teenage drinking, cursing, Eddie being a major flirt, reader has a sister, her name is Sarah, mostly fluff I think.

2.4K words

He’s been watching her the whole party. The way her white skirt swooshed around her thighs, the way her knee socks hugged her calf’s, the bright red lipstick painting the pretty mouth that’s curved into a frown.

She’s hanging off the arm of a blonde girl dressed as Barbie, and she has been ever since he arrived.

Every couple minutes Barbie looks down at the sulking girl, patting her head, before going back to her conversation with Ken.

It was pitiful to watch really. He didn’t know that made the pretty girl so blue, but he sure did want to. He had arrived later to the party, so if something had happened, he’d missed it.

When he looks back at her, she’s looking around the party. Doe eyes flitting from place to place. There’s something in her eyes that he can’t place, claustrophobia, maybe? He watches curiously as she whispers something in her friends ear, and slips away. Where is she going? It wouldn’t be weird if he followed her, right?

He couldn’t just ignore the fate of all this. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen, at a party that he’s at, wearing a matching costume.

No it’s not weird at all.

So he follows her. Through the sea of drunk teenagers in the hallway, out the front door, that was blocked by a couple making out, down the front lawn- where is she going?

She drops to sit on the curb, In front of a parked BMW. Faintly, as he walks up to her, he thinks he can hear her talking to herself, but it’s so low he can only catch bits and pieces.

“-Sarah’s gonna be so-“ whine “-mad she’s gonna be so mad.”

Who’s Sarah? Barbie?

He touches his hand to her shoulder and the poor girl flinches out of her skin. Her hands fly to her face, covering her eyes, and cowering from him.

She whimpers, “Please don’t bite me.”

It catches him so off guard, he flinches back himself.

“Woah- careful. I don’t bite.” He holds back from flirting unless you want me to.

She peaks through her fingers “You’ve got fangs.”

“They’re fake, see?” Eddie opens his mouth, pointing to wear he glued the fake fangs in. “Nothing to worry about, plus, you’re already bit.”

She ignores the last part of his sentence. “Those are cool.”

“Courtesy of Spirit Halloween.” He stands there awkwardly. Should he sit?

Fuck it. He sits down besides her, exhaling hard. There’s a long moment of silence, the only thing being heard is the wind shaking trees around them. It takes a second for him to realize that she’s looking at him confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting.”

“Over here?”

“Yes.”

She reluctantly accepts it, opening her mouth to say something, but ultimately turning her head down, staring at the way she kicks her Mary Janes together.

“Why’re you moping?” He asks.

“My date left with Madonna.”

No boyfriend? “Oh, I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

She looks mildly offended. Shit.

“Look, Mr.- Mr. Vampire. I don’t know who yo-“

“Mr. Vampire?”

She frowns, “You’re a vampire.”

“I’m Kas.”

“Who’s Kas?”

“A character from D&D.”

“What’s D&D?” She pronounces it real slow like ‘D and D’. He decides that’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

“What’s your name?” He counters.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name.”

He’s gotten her to smile. “It is?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie draws out. “It would make a killer D&D name.”

“Really?” She’s kneading her fingers together, giddy from the compliment, even if she doesn’t know what D&D is.

“Totally! Like, my name is Eddie the banished, but you could be like Y/N.. Y/N the bitten!”

She looks at him, confusion clouding her eyes. “The bitten?”

He smiles at her fondly, bringing his hand up, so he can tap his index finger to her poorly drawn bite marks.

“Oh!” It hits her so suddenly, he can’t help but to laugh at her delayed giggles. “Y/N the bitten, that’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”

The silence between them is comfortable, blanketing over them and protecting them from the cold air of Halloween night in Indiana.

She breaks the silence first. “It was only a first date”

“Oh?”

“My friend set us up. He was kind of mean.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He can’t offer anything better, too busy feeling guilty for the way his eyes transfix on her skirt again, watching the way it inches higher and higher as she bounces her knees anxiously.

Don’t be a dick. He reaches over and pulls her skirt closer to her knees.

She doesn’t seem to realize why he did that, eyes catching on his rings.

“I thought silver hurt vampires.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She gives him a look so genuine, it makes his chest hurt.

“I can keep a secret.”

He nods solemnly, “They aren’t real silver.”

“No?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

And he does.

He looks at her again. She’s swaying a little, and Eddie feels something surge through him, but he can’t quite make out the emotion. She’s more inebriated then he thought she was.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m so drunk.”

“I can tell, sweetheart. That punch smelled like it could knock out a grown man.”

She giggles something incoherently and he smiles something close to bemused.

“Are you saying I’m bigger then a grown man?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“Okay, Kas.”

She’s smiling at him so brightly, he has to look away, grinning at the ground and kicking a pebble on the wet asphalt.

“D’you wanna try it?”

He glances up. “Your punch?”

“Mhm.” She lifts the solo up to his mouth.

He gives her a playful look, “No, I do not.”

“C’mon, you can’t even taste the alcohol! It’s like.. punchy.”

She holds one hand to his chin to keep it in place, and the other on the cup, trying to get the liquid past his lips.

Holy shit it’s terrible. It’s actually so bad. It burns down his throat, and he realizes why the girl next to him is so inebriated. You can’t even taste the alcohol my ass.

He plays up his reaction, just to get a reaction out of her. He slaps his chest dramatically, coughing like he did when he smoked for the first time.

“That is the nastiest shit I’ve ever drank!”

It works. She’s in a giggle fit, covering her mouth.

“It’s not that bad.”

“No, it is! Who made that?”

“Clark Miller makes them every party.”

“Clark Miller is trying to poison you.”

“Probably.”

He watches as she brings the cup back to her lips and sips from right where his lips were, seconds prior.

If he weren’t so concerned for her, that might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he swipes the cup from her hand, placing it on the curb behind him. “You’ve had enough.”

She protests, grabby hands landing on his thighs, as she braces herself from him shielding her cup.

“That’s my drink.” She pouts up at him.

He’s almost a hundred percent certain that she usually gets her way with those big doe eyes. Shit, he almost gives in himself, but he can see right through them.

“Do you have a ride home?”

She’s taken aback. Those eyes always get her, her way.

“Hm?” He mumbles, tucking hair behind her ear, before he can stop himself.

She thinks, long an hard. So long he thinks she might’ve forgotten the question.

“Stacy was my ride, but she’s going home with her boyfriend.”

“Is that Barbie?”

“Yes. I told her not to go as Barbie, she’s got-”

She babbles as he thinks. Would she find it weird if he offered her a ride? He just wants to make sure she gets home safe.

“Do you want a ride home?” He cuts her off.

“Well of course I want a ride, but I don’t know anyone here but Stacy-“

He could laugh at the way his offer flew over her head.

“No, honey, I meant do you want me to give you a ride?”

That stumps her. He’s almost sure she’s going to say no when-

“What if you’re a real vampire?”

“What?”

“What if you’re a real vampire, and you’re just trying to get me alone with you to suck my blood?”

He laughs, loud and fond.

“Is your blood sweet?”

“I don’t know, ask the vampire that bit me.”

“If the answer is yes, I don’t know if I can keep a promise of not biting you.”

“Would it hurt?”

“Just a pinch,” he taps her neck again, “just like last time.”

He’s sure he knows what she’s thinking when she giggles and turns her head away, “All right, but no detours, kay?”

“Deal.”

He stands up, wiping off his jeans, before offering his hands to her.

He lets her use his weight to stand up, but he doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk to his car. He just doesn’t want her to fall. Yeah, that’s it.

He opens the passenger door for her, and pulls her skirt down a hair, so he can’t see the cotton of her underwear when she climbs in.

“What’s your address sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls out of the neighborhood. He’s looking at her in small increments, left hand on the top of the wheel as he focus’s on driving. His eyes zero on the way her eyebrows crease.

“Do you know know-?”

“333 Cherry dr.”

He knows exactly where that is. Eddie drove the kids here last year to trick or treat. They begged, pleated, compromised, with Eddie.

They give out full sized candy bars! It’s such a rich neighborhood! They don’t skimp like Mikes neighborhood! Steve has the night shift tonight!

Bunch of beggars, if you ask Eddie.

A startled, choked, noise leaves him. He’s not sure why he’s surprised. She was at the richest Halloween party on the upper side of Hawkins, and he was only there to sell.

“Your daddy a surgeon?”

“Lawyer.” She says, unaware of his teasing.

He must be a damn good one, he thinks as he pulls up to her home. It’s the kind of home he dreamt of living in with Wayne, when he was nine. The kind of home that always smells like fresh linens and house cleaner. Not the orange, citrusy, stuff that him and Wayne buy at dollar general, but the kind that you buy at- well, he doesn’t really know where you buy it.

He can imagine Y/N walking the halls that he sees through the windows. He can imagine her going to the kitchen and asking a maid to make her something to eat, and not being surprised when she gets home from school and there’s a basket of clean laundry sitting on a bed, that she didn’t make before she left, but is made now.

There’s a girl sitting on the front porch when he parks. She looks young, older then Y/N but younger then him, or else he would pull around and ask if she wanted help sneaking into the house. Pretty girl can’t get in trouble tonight, ‘specially not cause of him.

He puts the car in park, looking over at her, eyes scanning the way her knee nervously bounces when she realizes that they’ve made it to her home.

“S’my sister.” She slurs, trying to open the car door.

“I’ll help you hold on.”

He jumps out of the car, rounding the front, to open the door for her. As much as he found the sight of her failing to open the door amusing, his van is high up, and he wouldn’t have her falling into the grass of her lawn.

“Up you go- atta girl.”

They’re holding onto each other’s forearms, as he helps lift her out of the car.

Once he’s made sure her feet safely touch ground, he turns his head to her porch, seeing her sister stump out what looks to be a cigarette, and quickly hop down the stairs.

“Y/N, baby?”

Her head pops up like a dog called to attention.

“Yes?” She’s still clinging onto Eddie’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Clark’s party punch.”

“Oh,” She says, looking at Eddie suspiciously, and grabbing her sisters arms from him. “Can you stand?”

There’s a moment of silence before she nods. “Yes, don’t let go of my hands though.”

“Okay. Who’s he?”

Y/N turns to Eddie and her eyes light up, like she forgot he was standing there.

“Kas! He bit me, Sar.”

Sar. “Sarah’s gonna be so mad.” Makes sense now.

“He bit you?”

“No! I didn’t bite her. Our costumes are just matching.”

Sarah eyes him warily, eyes flitting between him and Y/N.

“I’m serious! I’m a vampire, and she’s a vampire.. victim.”

“Yeah okay. C’mon Y/N, baby, let’s get you inside.”

Eddie panics. Quick and reactively. “Wait!”

He scrambles to the driver side of his car, searching for a pen and something to write on. He can’t let her slip from him. He tears off of a piece of a his math test from last month, writing his contact information.

“Here,” He runs back around the car, curling it into Y/N’s hand, his breathing wild. “Stick that somewhere safe for me, okay? And check it in the morning.”

“Got it, g’night Kas.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Her sister rushes her inside, quietly, as to not disturb the very same parents who said Y/N had to be home at 10:30. It’s now 1:04.

The shushes, and whispered be quiet’s, don’t exactly hush a giggling Y/N though.

When she was on the steps of her porch, she peaked at the paper. He gave her his number.

“Did you see his hair, Sar?” She try’s to whisper, but there’s an inflection at several points in the sentence, when she accidentally giggles.

“Yes, very Bon Jovi.”

“Very Bon Jovi.” She agrees, not bothering to lower her voice anymore, and letting her sister change her into suitable pajamas while she babbles about the cute boy she met tonight.

She makes room as her sister climbs into bed next to her.

“You’re gonna have a raging headache tomorrow.” Sarah sighs as she gets comfortable.

“I hope I don’t forget him.”

“I won’t let you.”

“You won’t?”

“Nuh uh.”

Y/N’s hand blindly searches for her sisters, pinky begging for a promise.

The next morning brings blinding headaches and pathetic whines, as she pats her nightstand for aspirin that she was sure she left up there, but instead her hands meet a small crumbled paper. She flinches at the foreignness of it, but when she cracks her eyes open, an unwilling smile grows.

“Please call me, I’m begging.

Vampires like drive in movies too.

(618) 625-8313

-Mr. Vampire”

Is 8x + 2x - 5 in the corner?

[beeindaclouds]

Hey bees! I wanted to ask if you could write fluff hc for Quackity, Eret, C!Philza, Wilbur, George, Dream, Sapnap, and Punz? I would love if it was about a GN!reader with insomnia and an iron deficiency! Have a great day!

Hallo! Thank you for the request :)

A few things before we start: I already did a Sapnap fluff hc, so he'll be out of this one; I only wrote platonically for C!Phil; and just as a reminder to everyone the reader is always GN! unless requested otherwise

Hope you enjoy <3

More fluff headcanons

Pairings: Quackity, Eret, C! Philza, Georgenotfound, Dream, Punz × Reader

❝ Quackity ❞

Let's start with his hair, because you are the only one who actually gets to touch it

Whenever it's late at night and you can't sleep he'll let you play with his hair as a distraction

He also loves it very much

This is 100% a headcanon, but he'd teach you to dance

Latin dances specifically

Even the easiest once, just so he can have this cute little moment with you

Sorry, I'm back to the hair topic, but he let's you make little braids in his hair

Of course nobody else gets to see it, it's just a thing between you two

He also loves to make up songs on the spot for things that you are doing

For example, he sees you cleaning and all of a sudden he's singing your every movement

And don't get me started on the car rides

He sometimes gets distracted because of you, he's gets so mesmerized by your looks

I think he's the type to hold your hand while driving and when there's a red light he'll ise the opportunity to bring your hand up to leave a kiss on your knuckles

❝ Eret ❞

Matching strawberry outfits.

You can decide which one, it can be the shirt or the black dress, just matching strawberry outfits.

Also matching crowns, cause you two are royalty

She's the type to measure her hands with yours and if they're tinier than hers she'll never let you forget

Also if you're shorter than her she'll tease you by putting her arm on your head, then sliding it to your back and pull you in a kiss

Very smooth and works everytime

Imagine you being her photographer for her recent Halloween costume

And you're just running around, taking pictures at all angles, while hyping her up

She'll get so shy and later hide her face into your neck

You two 100% did the cliche "dancing under the rain" thing, but instead of wearing casual outfits y'all were in crowns and capes

She picks you up bridal style

When you may ask?

Whenever she feels like it she'll just go "hah your mine now" and picks you up

❝ C!Philza ❞ [Platonic]

He'll bring you flying :D

Of course he first makes sure that you're secure and safe and then just zooms

He's the man that brings you breakfast in bed

No matter what your relationship is, he just likes to wake you up in a good mood

Hugs, lots of hugs

Even if you're not sad, sometimes we all just want to be held, he'll do it without a second thought

Whenever he goes on adventures he brings you a little souvenir

From foods to jewelry

If you can't sleep he'll make you a warm drink of your choice, tuck you in bed and tell you a story from his many adventures

I ran out of ideas for Phil T^T

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

Coffee dates, where you two are sitting facing eachother and he is holding your hand over the table and drawing random shapes on it with his thumb

He's the type to always hug you from behind whenever you're doing something

He brings you food and drinks whenever you're working or studying or even just reading

The gentleman that will lend you his coat if you're cold and softly smile at you as you nuzzle in the warmth

Serenades you whenever he has the chance

Probably wrote so many songs about you, some that you don't even know exist

He secretly takes pictures of you just to use them as phone wallpapers

Makes playlists with songs that remind him of you and you do the same

Purposely lends you his sweaters so that he can see you drown in them and smell like him

He sometimes gets shy or doesn't know how to express himslef sp he'll elave you small notes with song lyrics or random poems he made to tell you what he feels

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He loves to do little things for you

From filling your water bottle when you're busy to giving you random compliments out of the blue

Late night walks, just to spend time togheter. You two walk around, hand in hand, small chuckles and puffs of air coming from the both of you and quick but warm pecs being thrown here and there

For some reason I feel like he's the type of boyfriend to have some of your necessities on him at all times; like hair ties or your favourite candy, just in case you need them

If both of you can't sleep you just lay there in bed and talk about everything, about life

You two definitely have food fights. One second George is asking you to help with cooking the other he is throwing some of the ingredients at your face and it turns in a big mess

This is pretty out there, but he dries your hair for you. You just melt in his gentle touches and he sometimes steals kisses as a "gift"

You two also do that adorable thing where one of you will pull the hoodie strings of the other so that the hood closes in on their face and then pull them into a kiss

You both get blushy very easily, so it has become a challenge to see who can make the other blush more

A.N: these last two are going to be shorter because I'm very tired and I'm running out of ideas :')))

❝ Dream ❞

Cuddles while he works!

So you're basically sitting on his lap on your phone or something as he is editing or doing other work

Him sweet talking to you whenever he can

His voice just goes all deep and soft

Mostly happens in the morning or when he just feels like being all sweet and cheesy

I've said this so mamy times but he spoils you, so most of the time you two go shopping togheter

And you sometimes style eachother even if he does choose some... questionable things

I feel like he'll just randomly come up to you, hold your face, and pull you into a deep kiss

No reason, he just felt like giving you one

You two definitely have a lot of matching things because you're cute like that

❝ Punz ❞

I said this in my "Type of kises" scenario but palm kisses

I imagine you and him laying near eachother or you sitting in his lap and you take his face into your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

He turns into the palm of your hand and leaves lingering kisses on them as his gaze never leaves yours

Whenever you two are spooning, and he's the big spoon, he kisses the back of your neck

If you're overworking yourself he'll put you over his shoulder and make you spend soem time with him so that you can take a pause

Feel like he loves chin/beard scratches, so whenever you do that his head leans more and more into your hand

Whem it gets cold, and you two are going out and holding hands, he'll pull both of your hands into his pocket so you can both stay warm

Also pulls you into his coat and hugs you for more warmth

When he gets all soft he'll leave multiple and continuous kisses on your cheeks as his hands gently hold your neck and shoulder so that you can't escape

[gendiegremlin]

first podcast - the magnus archives

podcast i've cried over - tma and rqg

fave podcast pet - khoshekh from wtnv <3333

best music - probably w.bg. i don't listen to a ton of the music but it is the only one that i have more than one song saved. the rest sort of only have their theme songs that i can recognise but w.bg has the theme song and i also like put-me-down and ol' brush valley and others but i forgor

confusing plot - w.bg. i love it so much but there's so many people and there's time travel and tbh i only understand about half of what's going on

friends from different podcasts - i think sasha rackett and melanie king. stabby girls voiced by lydia nicholas. i just think they could show each other so much cool stuff

enemies from different podcasts - cecil palmer and jon sims. actually no cecil wouldn't mind jon i think he might even like jon but jon could not stand cecil. cecil refuses to look into anything he just sort of goes yep that's happening now and i think that would piss jon off to no extent. ceaseless watcher's special little boy vs guy who's decided that's not his problem

mix up voices - tma. i didn't notice sasha was weird until jon noticed cause i didn't recognise her voice well enough. apart from literally the Main Guys, i don't know any voices ever (actually going through them now i realise i actually do know a lot, but when i was listening i got them mixed up a lot)

know the characters voices SO WELL - rqg. i love them so much <333 i've stolen so many of their voices for my own dming cause they're wonderful i love them and their silly little voices

wish i could relisten - rqg. god that was an experience. i need to listen to the rome sidequest again for the first time. that fucking broke me

listened to more than once - i've never done a full relisten, but i've done partial relistens of malevolent, rqg, and tma. malev and rqg were done in order and then i just sort of left them, and tma i just periodically relisten to favourite episodes in no particular order

wish more ppl listened to - rqg. i don't know how many people know it but it doesn't matter cause it's not enough

what do i do while listening to podcasts - literally anything. walk to school, homework, sudoku, animal crossing, background noise (only on one's i've already listened to so i don't need to pay too much attention)

beloved character - grizzop drik acht amsterdam. i mean just look at him he's tiny he's got a silly voice he will vibrate out of his skin without something to do he has big ears and piercings HES A GOBLIN he gambled with sasha and lost on purpose he once got drunk i think and just crash-hugged sasha. what a guy i fucking love him

beloathed character - elias bouchard. every time i hear his fucking voice i go into a blind rage and i just i need to strangle him. fuck you elias i fucking hate you. that's not to say i don't love him cause god he's such a character. but also i need to strangle him i need to kill him. melanie i feel you i would also try to assassinate him every chance if i could

songs for characters - this is just me pulling from my tma playlist. tim stoker is very 'bubblegum bitch' by 'marina'. 'organs' by 'of monsters and men' is being sad about michael shelley time

podcast on constant rotation in my brain - you can probably guess by how many times i've mentioned it but rqg

podcast regrets - there's none i regret listening to. sure there are some i didn't enjoy, but i just sort of stopped listening to them and then everything was fine

fave couple - zolf smith and oscar wilde. i know they weren't actually defined in canon but i mean look at them theyre qpr. my boys <3

cool fashion - oscar fucking wilde. i mean look at him. jon sims dresses like a grandma. cecil palmer looks like a costume store exploded on him. needles from tmagp has so many spikes on them they're very punk. cel sidebottom with the mad scientist look. and i know some of those things don't sound good, but they're all wonderful and i know they would all look so awesome irl

Podcast themed ask game cause I’m bored!

1.) what’s the first podcast you listened to?

2.) what’s a podcast you’ve cried over?

3.) Favorite podcast pet? (Idk if that’s worded weird but like if one of the characters has a cat or smth)

4.) what podcast has the best soundtrack/music?

5.) what’s a podcast that you really like but find it kinda hard to follow the plot?

6.) what characters from different podcasts do you think would be friends?

7.) what characters from different podcasts do you think would hate each other?

8.) what’s a podcast where you mix up the characters voices?

9.) what’s a podcast that you know the characters so well you can recognize their breathing?

10.) what’s a podcast that you wish you could listen to again for the first time?

11.) what’s a podcast you’ve listened to more than once?

12.) what’s a podcast you wish more people listened to?

13.) what do you like to do while listening to a podcast?

14.) who is a podcast character that you love?

15.) who is a podcast character you can’t stand?

16.) what songs do you associate with a certain character/ podcast?

17.) what’s a podcast that you can’t stop thinking about?

18.) are their any podcasts that you regret listening to?

19.) whose your favorite podcast couple?

20.) whose a podcast character that you think would dress really cool?