#THIRTS OPEN ONLY FOR THIS

[mysicklove]

send me yuuji thirsts pls pls pls pss psls pls pls pls pls

[misseviehyde]

SHE GLOVES IT

Lauren found the latex gloves in her dead step-mom's 'bitch box' - that secret box of slutty sex toys that her cruel, spoiled, step-mom had kept in her bedroom.

They were long black opera gloves - shiny and black, each one long enough to reach to her upper arms. There was something 'compelling' about them and she found herself stroking them and shivering at how good they felt.

Of course; she was supposed to be clearing Monica's things out of the house not playing with gloves. Her sisters Sarah and Rose were busy helping too but her Dad was too upset to assist.

Lauren wasn't upset though. She wasn't glad that Monica had died in a car accident, but she wasn't sad either. That cruel and heartless bitch had gotten what she deserved.

Curious - Lauren took her hand and slid it inside a glove. Pushing it inside she shivered at the delicious feel of the latex engulging her hand. The glove was skin tight and as she pushed her hand into the fingers and worked them in, she enjoyed the sensation of the rubber material against her skin.

The glove extended down her arm. She noted the fingers were slightly tapered, then remembered Monica had always sported long sexy nails. These must be a custom job.

Stroking her face feverishly with her latex hand, Lauren groaned. Why did it feel so fucking good?

Picking up the other glove she eagerly pulled it onto her other arm. After a few minutes adjustment - she was now latex clad and she loved how wicked and hot the gloves made her look.

What was wrong with her? This wasn't how she usually behaved!

Suddenly she heard a voice behind her and turned to see her older sister Rose. She was in her early thirties, bossing it over the two much younger women. Rose always thought she knew best and wasn't shy of telling her sisters about their inadequacies.

"Lauren. What the hell do you think you are doing? Take off those ridiculous gloves. Were those... Monica's?"

Striding across the room with an imperious expression - Rose towered over her shorter sister and folded her arms under her bigger breasts. "I thought today of all days we might be able to rely on you to be helpful. Take those off at once."

Lauren felt an unusual sensation of defiance swell inside her. Wearing the gloves was making her feel different. She felt far more confident than usual. But more than that... there was a strange... hunger. The gloves on her arms seemed to tingle and as she looked at her older sister Lauren felt the hunger grow.

So bossy... so busty... so confident.

Before she knew what she was doing Lauren was reaching out and gripping Rose's head in her latex hands. "Kneel," she commanded.

To her amazement Rose obeyed and her hands now on either side of her sisters head - Lauren began to feed.

She didn't know how she did it - but the gloves power was now instinctive. She could feel the traits and attributes she hungered for in her sister and all she needed was skin contact to drain them.

"Yesssssss yesssssss give it all to me you bitch."

"N...nooooo," gasped Rose. "Lau.. Lauren what are you doing to me?" But Lauren wasn't listening anymore.

Lauren moaned like a slut as she drained her sister and sated her hunger. She breathed in and groaned feeling a delicious energy sucking up through the gloves and filling her up. She sucked and she sucked, draining the attributes she hungered for.

Confidence filled Lauren. A bossy powerful confidence that only comes with age and maturity. Lauren began to grow taller, her sisters height diminishing as Lauren's latex fingers twisted into her hair and her eyes rolled up into her head.

Being drained felt wonderful too. At first Rose had panicked, but now as her sister slurped out her personality and physical attributes a wonderful calm filled her.

Lauren's mouth was open, her head thrown back. Her nipples were hard and her pussy dripping as she felt bones crack and pop. She was getting older and sexier as she drained Rose's age and confidence. She now looked like a woman in her thirties or early forties with an assured cock to her hip and a self possessed confidence that shone through.

"Ohhh yes. I feel so fucking strong and powerful. Now... give me those fucking tits," hissed Lauren with demonic glee as her hands tightened around her sisters head.

Moaning in orgasmic bliss, Lauren drained her sisters tits. They deflated even as her own magnificent rack expanded outwards, causing her clothing to rip and tear.

Her sisters age, confidence and tits drained - Lauren felt the hunger recede and she let go of her now flat chested younger looking sister.

Rose was now a boyish looking girl and also a nervous anxious wreck. She bit her hair and looked up at her sister in worship. Being drained seemed to leave the other person completely in thrall. Lauren liked it.

"My body needs a new outfit," growled Lauren inspecting her ripped clothing in annoyance. "Something to make me look like a Goddess." Striding to the Bitch-Box she smirked as she pulled out a latex corset and boots to match her new gloves.

Unconcerned, she stripped naked and then squeezed into the outift. Admiring herself in the mirror she clopped effortlessly over to Rose and stroked her face. "Now I look like a true Goddess."

In fact now she looked just like an evil dominatrix. In fact she looked rather like Monica used to look.

She was considering draining Rose again when suddenly Sarah, the other sister, walked in and her mouth dropped open as she saw her transformed sisters.

Sarah was the brightest of the sisters. She was super smart, with an Oxford degree. She had also inherited their mothers silky raven hair. Both Lauren and Rose had mousy brown hair and Lauren had always been jealous of her sisters hair.

She felt the hunger begin to rise.

Sarah backed away as her sister approached with a clop of heels.

"I don't know what the fuck is happening here, but keep away."

Lauren just smiled a hungry look in her eyes. "Rose... hold her."

Backing away had put Lauren near Rose. Suddenly the other woman leapt up and pinned Sarah's arms behind her back. Before she could break free, latex hands were on either side of her head and she heard a voice she could no longer resist tell her to kneel.

"Fuckkkk yes. I want your brains. I want to be so fucking smart no one can stop me. Give me ALL of your knowledge."

Lauren was practically cumming as Sarah began to drool. Sarah's eyes rolled back into her head as her evil sister drained her smarts. Drooling and giggling her IQ reverted to that of a dumb bimbo as Lauren smiled a wicked grin of victory.

"My mind is expanding... mmmmh oh yes, I feel so much smarter and capable now. "

"Like you're like sooooo clever," giggled Sarah now a happy idiot as her sister removed her hands from her second thralls head. She gazed adoringly up.

Long black raven hair now fell around the Goddesses perfect face. She finally had all the attributes she wanted from her sisters.

"Come then girls," smiled Lauren after finishing admiring herself. "There's nothing else left at this house for me to take. Let's head out into the world and find more people for me to drain."

Walking off with a clop of heels, her obedient thralls in toe - Goddess Lauren set off.

She was the bitch now and she loved it.

[remisummerglow]

Down and Out and Shrunk - Prologue

Jake came home with a sour mood. That time of the month had come again, and it had come faster than he wanted. How did the last few weeks go through so fast? He opened the front door, carefully listening to any sounds that indicated his roommate might be home.

“Seems like the TV is off,” he thought. If he could avoid meeting her for the day, that would be for the best.

He quietly walked through the corridor, trying to get to his room. But that’s when he heard the sound of a lock being opened.

“Hey Jake – you’re back!” she greeted him as she stood on the doorstep. Jake took a brief look at the girl – she was dressed casually, a t-shirt and some gym shorts, her hair done in a ponytail.

“Hey Amy,” he said, hesitantly. “What’s up?”

She shrugged. “Not much. Been studying.” She let go of a yawn as she looked back at him. “And how is your job search going?”

“Oh, that…” he stuttered. He had been in dire straits for the last couple months since he lost his job due to a company restructuring. “I’ve been sending some applications, I’m sure they will reply any day now.”

“But you still haven’t gotten any reply?”, she asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to lie, but he couldn’t find the words. “Not even an interview?”, she insisted.

He sighed. “I’m sure it’s just a matter of days.”

She nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure of that,” she said, trying to send a reassuring message. “You got this Dave. That said… rent is due tomorrow. So I came to collect your half.”

He didn’t reply and just kept looking down. She looked at him with concern. “You still have the money for your rent… right?”

“Right, Jake?”

*

The morning after Jake was sitting in Amy’s car, looking out of the window as if it was going to be his last day on Earth.

“I can’t believe you signed me up for this,” he mumbled, holding a flier in his hand. SizeLab experimental research, it read. “Is this even legit?”

“No, you signed up for that,” she stated, as she stopped at red lights. “Out of your own free will. I just... strongly encouraged you.”

“Yeah, sure.”, he said. “But, shrinking? You’ve got to admit, this is crazy.”

“What is crazy, is the money you’ll be getting for basically no work at all,” she pointed out.

“And you’ll be taking half of that,” he retorted, startled as Amy raced the car once the traffic lights turned green.

“It’s only fair since I’ll be the one taking care of you. Making your food, driving you to the lab, making sure you’re healthy, and that you don’t get stepped on.”

He didn’t say anything back. She had made a good point after all. But he couldn’t help but shudder at her last words. Getting stepped on by his giant roommate? He glanced at her pedicured toes coming out of her high heeled white shoes. Why did she even bother wearing heels to a place like that? Stupid question. That was Amy, after all.

“Look, I think it’ll be a good deal for both of us,” she explained. “See it as some kind of vacation. You’ll just be sitting around all day, watching TV. You get to have a paid vacation, and I... get to have a new pet.”

“A pet?” he asked, feigning outrage. “That’s not funny, Amy.”

She giggled. “Oh, but it is! And my pet gets to have his rent money, and his master gets money for her shopping.”

“Sounds very convenient... for you.”

“I’d say it’s just perfect,” she quipped, prideful, as she steered the wheel to the left.

He let out a big sigh. “At least,” he concluded, “we get to stay roommates.”

She nodded. “Exactly. I sure as hell don’t want to go back to roommate hunting… not in this city.”

He had to admit, all things considered, she was right.

They had arrived at the lab’s parking lot. As Amy searched for a suitable parking spot, Jake took a look at the area. The building seemed fairly modern and slick. It certainly didn’t look like the sort of place to host the crazy experiments of misguided geniuses. And yet...

“Well, at least the courtyard is nice,” he said.

*

“Welcome,” said a woman in her thirties, wearing glasses and a lab coat over a grey turtleneck. “I’m Dr. Diana Hills, and I’ll be overseeing you along the whole procedure.”

Jake nodded. Dr. Hills detected some of his nervousness and tried to reassure him. “Don’t worry-” she said. “The process is safe and painless. In a couple hours you’ll be going back home to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not...”

“Anyway,” said the doctor. You’ll be wearing these clothes during your procedure. They’re made of a special fabric that will shrink along with you. Now you can get changed in that room and… don’t worry, we’ll give you a couple extra to last you the weekend.”

The two women were left alone as Jake changed.

“Jake’s lucky to be taken care of by such a gorgeous young lady,” said Dr. Hills, beaming at Amy.

“Oh, he sure is,” grinned Amy. “By the way, doctor, do you have any tips on how to… handle him while he’s small?”

“We’ll be giving you a pamphlet before you go, but I’m sure you’ll learn quickly,” said the doctor. “And if I can speak from my experience, me and my husband have found quite a few ways to make this really enjoyable.”

“Your husband got small too?” asked Amy.

“Why yes he did. At first he volunteered for the experiment,” explained the older woman. “But sometimes, we like to have an encore to… you know, spice things up between us.”

At that point Jake got out of the changing room with his new clothes on. “Aren’t they too tight?” he complained. “Oh, they fit you just right,” said the doctor. “Now if you could follow me…”

*

Amy sat nervously in the waiting room. Sure, signing Jake up for the experiment was her idea, but now she was starting to have second thoughts. What if it was actually dangerous? And what about that weird doctor?

She tried to browse some social media apps to distract herself, until someone else came in from the front door.

The blonde woman, maybe a few years older than she was, smiled at her and sat right in the seat in front of Amy.

“Hi,” she greeted her.

“Hi,” said Amy, relieved that someone was initiating conversation. “First time?” the woman asked. “Actually yes.”

“For us it’s the third,” she explained, making her point by winking. “Don’t worry about a thing,” she added as she lowered her voice. “These doctors know their stuff. It’s really safe.”

Amy nodded. “Yeah I know, I’m just not sure what to expect.”

“Oh, I’m Linda by the way.”

“I’m Amy,” she responded.

“Actually, it’s not only safe, it’s also been enjoyable for me and my boyfriend,” said Linda. “With the right mindset, it will be for you and your guy as well.”

“How do you know I’m with a guy?”

“Just guessed,” said Linda. “I just think it’s more appropriate for the man to be the one to be small. At first Mark wanted me to be the one to do the shrinking,” said the woman. “But I told him, no way, buddy, you’d leave the house in ruins by the time I’m big again.”

“Is he really that clueless?” asked an amused Amy.

“Worse,” said Linda. “I always need to clean up after him. That’s another benefit of him being small - less cleaning up to do!”

Amy chuckled. “Oh, and is he with you now?” she asked.

“Of course!” said Linda. “Fancy seeing his little ass? Come on out, sweetie,” Linda said as she looked down towards her chest. “This young lady wants to meet you.”

Amy looked with curiosity until she saw the most peculiar sight. A minuscule one-inch tall bug-like man crawling out of the gigantic woman’s summer dress’s cleavage. As he made his way up the flesh of the much larger woman, he could really be mistaken for some sort of insect, except his form was unmistakably human.

“That’s where you keep him?” asked Amy, both endeared and surprised.

“He loves it,” explained Linda. It was fascinating how his size compared to the globe of flesh he was standing on. It looked like he was standing on a huge water mattress. Linda extended her finger inviting her bug-like boyfriend to climb on her fingernail. “You know how men are… getting nested between a pair of giant boobs must be like a dream come true to him!”

“I couldn’t even notice he was hidden in there,” Amy pointed out.

Linda laughed. “Bet you couldn’t. Oh, you could totally do the same with your guy if you wanted,” she added as she took one good look at Amy’s own cleavage. “Mark here is at stage two already, but gals like us are big enough to handle a stage one guy as well,” she boasted.

Amy felt the need to explain the situation. “Um, we’re not really… a couple though. We’re just friends.”

“I see. That’s a bit of a shame, though. You will be missing out on some amazing action.”

“Really?” asked Amy. “Actually the doctor kinda said the same stuff…”

“I know, I know. She was the one to give us the idea in the first place,” she laughed. “And I’m glad she did, though I guess we would’ve probably figured it out on our own.”

The lab door finally opened. “Speak of the devil!” Linda said in a hushed voice.

“Oh, Linda, hi! You’re next,” said the doctor as she stood in front of the door. “As for you, Amy…” she said and paused for a second. “We have finished the resizing process. Jake is in good health and he is waiting for you to take him home. Want me to show him to you?”

“Sure,” said Amy, getting up from her seat and saying goodbye to Linda.

Jake was sitting on one of the lab desks where Dr. Hills had placed him after he was done shrinking. The woman had furnished the desk with a couple pillows in there where the test subjects could hang out comfortably. He still had a hard time making sense of the huge world around him. The monolithic objects surrounding him barely felt real.

When the distant lab door reopened, the doctor’s footsteps were joined by the familiar clack of Amy’s heels.

His heart fluttered as he saw his gigantic roommate getting closer and closer, following in the doctor’s footsteps until the older woman stopped in front of a desk. The beautiful girl didn’t even notice him at first, she just looked around the lab until her gaze finally shifted to the desk.

Amy’s eyes widened, her lips parting and showing a glimpse of her teeth.

“Jake?”

[more-than-a-princess]

As a materialist, Anzu usually considered herself good at giving gifts. Clothes, soaps, cosmetics or perfumes, whatever it was, Anzu's expensive and discerning taste came in handy. With Sonia, though... she could just buy anything she wanted and never think about the cost, so what even was a good gift? Other than Shinobu wrapped in edible chocolate ribbon holding a sign that read 'Sorry I'm too emotionally stunted to be open about my feelings, please admire my muscles and kiss me lots.' Actually, would... Anzu shook her head. No, that wouldn't work.

It felt weird to not have a physical gift for Sonia to fawn over. Without one, that meant Anzu herself was the focus of any attention, and while she typically loved that sort of thing, the nature of the gift meant it was... just spending time together? Was that really anything to get excited about? Anzu was conceited but not that conceited. "Happy Birthday! I know you're going back home for a little while, Sonia-san, but I thought once you get back..." With a small wriggling of her nose, she pushed the paper towards Sonia, an itinerary written in big, looping script.

In the morning, breakfast together near HPA, then off to Omotesando for luxury shopping. There was a new French cafe that was opening nearby while Sonia was back in Novoselic, and the pre-opening buzz was good, so over there for lunch, followed by going to the Tsubouchi Memorial Theater Museum. Some shopping in Ginza would round out the afternoon, and then a special dinner/dessert performance of Dracula at one of the small theaters in Roppongi. They even had a handsome lady Dracula this time, so if that sparked anything for Sonia, Anzu wouldn't complain.

"I wasn't really sure what to get you, Sonia-san," Anzu admitted sheepishly. "But I thought we could have fun going out together, just the two of us?" Of course, she could probably wrangle Shinobu into some of it if she really wanted, but if this was supposed to be some experience-based present involving time with a close friend, then it made more sense just for the two of them. Either way, this hesitant character wasn't very fitting for her, so Anzu straightened up, pressing her hand against her chest. "Naturally, from one illustrious lady to another, we both know time is more valuable than any gift, so I would generously like to give you a day of mine so that we can hang out, make memories, and do bestie things together."

Sonia's Birthday Asks 2023 - No Longer Accepting!

Most people, it seemed, weren't fans of cafeteria food at Hope's Peak Academy. Unless the likes of Hanamura-san was cooking (and his food wasn't otherwise tampered with), most students were eager to eat elsewhere. Especially for dinner, as it warranted a little time off-campus before they dedicated themselves once again to their talents.

Sonia was the opposite: a bowl of tempura udon, chilled tofu, and pickled vegetables were as close to comfort food as she would get for quite awhile: the next two weeks would be an array of ceremonies, meetings, formal dinners and, of course, the annual masquerade ball which so happened to fall on her exact birthday that year. It wasn't quite how she'd wanted to spend it, she thought in-between bites of noodle and shrimp: still, she'd been given permission to extend invitations to her new Japanese friends abroad, but with the prediction that none of them would attend. It had been her mother's attempt at being gracious and accepting of her new life and the friends that came with it, except few could take the time away from their studies to travel to Europe, and fewer still could afford it. Unsurprisingly, there had been one affirmative RSVP from Class 78. To Queen Valentina's delight and Sonia's unease, she could only hope that, in the presence of so many CEOs and aristocrats, Byakuya Togami would forget about asking for a dance or two. 

She sighed heavily, stirring a now-mushy piece of tempura-fried kabocha when Anzu approached. Just in time, too: she had maybe thirty minutes left of her dinner before the cabin crew and security arrived to fetch her various valises and trunks and chauffeur her to the private airport where the jet was being readied for her night flight. "Thank you, Anzu-san!" She beamed, setting her half-eaten dinner aside. "I was wondering if I would see you before I left. Two weeks is such a long time to be away from school now, it will be wonderful to spend time together once I return."

She'd given invitations to the likes of Tsubasa, Shinobu, and Anzu too, though she'd either never heard back or they were declined. Just as well: the more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to start another argument with her parents on the topic of 'suitable friendships.' 

"I am sure you and Yaguchi-san will find something fun to do while I am away," She continued, unfolding the paper itinerary Anzu had given her and trying not to sound terribly put out by the fact that she was a princess with important duties, particularly duties the press and the world at large were fascinated by: the gown she'd wear, the fact she was being given a new tiara, the guest list composed of politicians, aristocrats, and businesspeople from around the world, and who she'd be dancing with. If she explained it in that much detail to Anzu, she doubted the other girl would find it was as emotionally taxing as she did: after all, pretty much every young, male, and unmarried member of the peerage in high school up until thirty years of age had accepted the invitation. Sometimes, her life really did resemble a Disney movie.

However, Disney movies didn't often have extended shopping sequences or trips to a museum, and they definitely did not have performances of Dracula with an all-female cast. Anzu had included a printed screenshot of the website advertisement, and the marketing seemed to lean heavily into dark color palettes, elegant cursive, and a healthy dose of passion alongside the scares. Sonia grinned, setting the paper aside: she'd been to a host club with Anzu where the latter had crawled into a man's lap and, for lack of a better phrase, claimed her territory for several hours. A gothic romance between two women hardly seemed scandalous in comparison. 

"Oh, this sounds like such a fun day!" She exclaimed, sniffling. Sure, she could pass it off as the temperature of the soup or how thoughtful her friend had been in planning a birthday celebration, but Sonia was moved by the fact that Anzu had called her her 'bestie.' She'd never been called a 'bestie' before, but she knew that was what normal people called each other when they were good, close friends. Wiping a single tear away, she gave Anzu a warm smile, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "Two weeks cannot go by fast enough, and this shall be an excellent treat for Halloween. I love it so much, Anzu-san. Thank you for thinking of me."

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

⚠️RULES⚠️

- i enjoy writing very specific scenarios, the crazier or more random the more likely i'll write it

- i wont write requests that make me uncomfy

- luke will only AND only be platonic, no weird stuff or i'll beat you up

- please be patient im still learning

- will accept valid criticism (please let me know how to improve)

-requests are always open until said otherwise

- due to me not being so far ahead on the gane i wont write for the newbies YET, this rule however will leave once i reach lesson 60 :)

💫MASTERLIST💫

I'll try my best to keep it updated as more headcanons appear :)

Fluff/crack -> 💖

Spooky ->👹

Sad -> 🌧

NSFW -> 👀

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Headcanons:

Metal singer MC -> here (brothers)💖

The brothers vetting on lesbian MC's date -> here 💖

MC's kid brings favorite brother to sleep with after nightmare -> here 💖

MC singing in the rain -> here (brothers) 💖

Voice actor MC -> here (brothers) 💖

Feeling safe under his wings -> here (lucifer, mammon, diavolo, simeon) 💖

MC's pet dragon -> here (brothers & dateables)💖

Sauna time -> here (brothers)💖

MC lives on energy drinks -> here (brothers) 💖

Opera time -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖🌧but only if you know the opera??? Maybe?????

Horror movies 1 -> here (asmo, beel, simeon & solomon)💖

Horror movies 2 -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

Solomon is a magical girl -> here (brothers)💖

Boyfriend does my makeup challenge -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

Prank with airhorn -> here (brothers) 💖

The bois attempt to ride of hoverboard -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

- thirt trap gone wrong -> here (brothers) 👀

- superglue harmonica on their mouthes -> here (brothers) 💖

- nochebuena with the gang -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

- luci teaches the brothers how to drive -> here (bros) 💖

- confession to you being taken -> here (brothers) 🌧

- random headcanons 1 -> here (brothers, dateables, newbies?) 💖🌧??

- MC is scared of Micheal -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

- MC can carry them -> here (brothers & dateables) 💖

- four eyes and long tongue MC -> here (brothers) 💖

- more obey me headcanons -> here (brothers & dateables ) 💖

- MC becomes invisible -> here (brothers & dateables)💖

- them catching you in the act with another -> here (brothers) 💖👀

- a VERY sociable MC -> here (brothers) 💖

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Non human series:

Part 1 -> here (brothers) 👹

Part 2 -> here (dateables) 👹

Part 3/ fan scenarios? -> here (brothers) im not sure how to call this one but its worth adding it here 👹

Part 4/ MC snaps -> here (lucifer, asmo, mammon, solo, dia & barbs) 👹

Part 5/confrontation -> here (brothers & dateables) 👹🌧?

Part 6/finale -> here (brothers &dateables)🌧

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Scenarios:

Mammon's birthday -> here 👀

An accident at the games -> here 🌧👹💖??

Lucifer get sick -> here 💖

[nkogneatho]

☠︎ Pasi's Senpai Thirts and Drabbles

► Toge senpai x gn!reader

Tw: noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, naughty senpai toge.

Ask: Ooh ooh! How about rogue Inumaki Senpai who sneaks into your dorm and does sinful things to you? Only to end it all by making you believe it was all a dream? "Shh... Sleep" he pets your head as you orgasm for the nth time of the night. "Dream about me touching you like this..." His voice lulls you unto the wildest of fantasies you ever have had. The next day, you, mortified and embarrassed by the wet dreams you have been having of your quiet senpai, avoid him. But when he corners you, you clamp your thighs, all the sinful images flowing back into your head.

He has a jujutsu for a reason. And he takes full advantage of it.

Toge didn’t have interest in anyone at first. But the moment he saw you at the dorm with a bottom too short that it partly revealed your cute panties, he couldn’t control it.

You always wondered why he didn’t talk too much. Megumi later explained to you about his jujutsu. You looked up to him since the day he was assigned a mission with you, and he protected you.

Toge senpai sneaked into your room at midnight. What a foolish person were you to not lock the door just because he is across your room? Well, it worked out for him tho so no complaints.

You were lying there, half naked, sleeping peacefully. He crawled up the bed between your legs, trailing kisses up your thighs.

Your eyes only opened slightly when he touched your heated core with his tongue.“mhm—”

“Shh! ’S just a dream about this, baby. Nemure~ ” Your eyes closed back, hesitantly and he had his fun with you.

The next day, you woke up with and ache near your inner thighs. Though, you were convinced it was a dream. Although, a drema with yiur favorite senpai made your heart flutter.

“Shake!” Toge greeted you when you make out with a messy hair and morning face in the dorm.

“O-ohayo.”

You tried your best to look as if you didn’t just “dream” about him.

“Ah! Cute,” he cooed as he approached closer, surrounding his arms around your body.

Ugh! If only. If only there was a way to make that dream come true. But don’t worry. Your senpai is there to take care of you.

[yourbelovedsammie]

Well... Hello!

Here comes rules for requests!

Things I will write:

Smut, fluff, angst, comfort, literally anything!

Hedcanons and eventually short scenarios

Any reader

Reader x character, character x character, maybe in future events OC x reader

Things I won't write:

Phedophilia

Stockholm syndrome

In smuts: piss and split kinks, public sex, sex with strap, sex after alcohol, sex after drugs (aphrodisiac is only exception)

Drugs use

Things I will gladly write:

age-gap

a looot of kinky shit

Cuddling!

Poly relationships

Angst with comfort

Omegaverse, A/B/O verse or whatever it's called

Characters for which I won't write in romantic way:

Eri and Kota from BNHA

Luca from Vanitas no Carte

Elise from Bungou Stray Dogs

Kids younger than Emma, Ray, Norman, Gilda and Don from TPN

Klee, Diona nad Qiqi from Genshin Impact

Antonio from Encanto

Anya, Damian, Becky and other kids from Spy x Family

Epel, Ortho and Cheka from Twisted Wonderland

Fandoms that I write for:

Boku no Hero Academia

Haikyuu!!

Naruto and Naruto Shippuuden

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

Vanitas no Carte

Demon Slayer

Nu: Carnival

Genshin Impact

Moriarty The Patriot

Bungou Stray Dogs

Encanto

The Promised Neverland

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kuroshitsuji

Tokyo Revengers

SK8: The infinity

Given

Tokyo Ghoul

Danganronpa

Attack on Titan

Wonder Egg Priority

Twisted Wonderland

Spy x Family

Any other needs is specyfinig dom and sub character in smut!

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[herenya-writes]

Spock looked at the doctor blankly. “I do not understand. Surely if the captain is injured to the point that it endangers his life he would speak up.”

Bones gave a heavy sigh, leaning back against the desk of his office. There was a weariness Spock could not describe etched into the doctor’s face as he shook his head. “You would think that, wouldn’t ya?” Another sigh escaped the doctor. “Listen, Jim’s already got a high pain tolerance. He’s been through worse stuff than most—it’s not my story to tell, Spock, so don’t ask—and his body has adjusted. Things that would have most humans on the ground don’t always stop him. And beyond that, the man’s not gonna stop if he thinks he can help his crew.”

“He is the captain. His continued survival is integral to the overall success of this ship and its mission,” Spock replied, brow slightly furrowed. He still couldn’t understand why the doctor had dragged him into his office for this discussion. It was not as if the upcoming mission was their first.

“That’s logic talking, Spock, and logic doesn’t mean much in the face of Jim’s instinct to protect people as much as he can, even if he gets himself killed in the process. He’s a self-sacrificing idiot, and I need to you keep an eye on him. Not that you’re much better.”

Spock ignored the last sentence, instead nodding. “I will protect the captain to the best of my ability, Doctor,” he promised, voice solemn.

“I believe you. Be careful down there, Spock. I have a bad feeling about this planet.”

Spock dropped to the ground behind a Boulder, a phaser shot flying through the air where he had been standing only moments before.

“Sanders, Mardini, get down!” He heard Jim yell somewhere off to his right.

He turned, watching the two ensigns drop to their stomachs and crawl over to the boulders their landing party was taking shelter by. Sanders leaned against one, cradling their arm with a grimace as Mardini continued to fire her phaser at the hostile creatures attacking them.

They had been ambushed not long after beaming down to the planet. This far, it did not seem as if the creatures had any higher intelligence, but they were quick and dangerous. He had dispatched two in the initial attack, but the engagement had caused him to lose sight of the other members of the party until now.

“Spock, you and I need to hold these things back while Mardini and Sanders beam up with the supplies.” Jim’s voice caused Spock to turn and see his captain propped up against one of the smaller boulders, phaser gripped tightly in one hand. “If those supplies don’t get back to the ship, our trip down here was worth nothing.”

Spock nodded once, although a small voice in his head told him that something was amiss. He pushed it away—he had no time for such feelings now.

“Alright, Sanders, you take the first crate, Mardini, you take the other two.” The captain flipped open his communicator. “Scotty, two plus the supplies to beam up, twelve meters north of my position.”

“I see the spot Captain, but there are no life signs there.”

“There will be in a moment, and they’re gonna be coming in hot.” Jim locked eyes with the two ensigns who were both crouched behind the boulders, ready to spring forward at the captain’s command. “On my count. Three, two, one!”

Spock immediately fired over the Boulder into the crowd of creatures, forcing them back as the ensigns made their run. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jim doing the same, although the man’s movements seemed sluggish.

Twenty seconds later, the ensigns and supplies were transported, and Spock crawled over to his captain’s side. The man was now slumped against a Boulder, the hand that had gripped his phaser lax. A steady stream of blood seeped from his side.

“Captain, you must open your eyes. We are too close to the creatures for Commander Scott to get a lock on our signals. I must move you.”

The captain blinked blearily. “I’m alright, Spock,” he said, his words slurring together. “Don’t think moving’s such a great idea though.” He gave a humorless chuckle that’s quickly turned to a grimace of pain.

He must have been injured in the first attack that the creatures had made on the party. But that had been over three minutes ago, and judging by the rapid speed at which his blood was seeping onto the dirt below them, it was unlikely he could have hidden the injury for such a period of time. And yet, what had Doctor McCoy told him? Jim was a resilient human.

Hopefully that resilience would be enough for him to survive.

“Jim, I am going to pick you up and carry you to the beam-up point. The movement is going to cause you pain, but you must stay awake. You must keep the creatures back long enough for the Enterprise to lock onto our signal,” Spock said, keeping his voice steady despite the panic that was beginning to grow in his mind.

Jim blinked slowly. “Shoot the creatures. Don’t fall asleep. I...can do that.”

Spock was not certain. However, they had no other choice. He could hear the creatures prowling in front of the boulders, and he knew they had less than a minute before they would attempt to assault their position.

He opened his communicator. “Commander Scott, the captain and I require immediate beam-out.”

“I can’t separate your signatures from those creatures,” the engineer replied, frustration in his voice. “You’ll have to move!”

“I will endeavor to do so, however, the captain is gravely injured. Beam is out at the first available opportunity.”

“Aye, sir.”

Spock closed the communicator and turned to Jim, whose eyes were falling shut. “Jim, you must wake,” he urged. “It is time to move.”

Several tense moments passed, and then Jim’s eyes opened. “Not dead yet, Spock. Let’s go.”

Spock nodded, watching as Jim tightened his grip on his phaser and then manuevoring so that he was prepared to leverage Jim onto his shoulder.

“The creatures will charge us, Captain,” he warned.

“I’m ready, Spock. Let’s go.”

“Three, two, one.” Spock hoisted Jim into his shoulder and sprinted toward the beam-up point, hearing the sound of Jim’s phaser firing and the yelps of the creatures he hit. Then, the world around them vanished.

. . .

“I thought I told you to keep an eye on him!”

Spock stayed silent, eyes fixed on a pint just above Doctor McCoy’s left shoulder. The man had been yelling for three minutes and thirt-seven second thus far and did not seem inclined to end any time soon.

His words should not have felt as painful as they were. They were reminders of his own failure, reminders that the captain could easily have been lying in the ship’s morgue now instead of behind them on a bio bed had they been a minute slower.

“Lay off of him, Bones. He got me out.”

Spock whipped around at the sound of Jim’s voice, barely keeping a smile from his face.

“Captain, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Spock. Thanks for getting us out of there.”

Before Spock could reply, the doctor was at Jim’s side, grumbling to himself. “You’re about as fine as a Georgia summer is cold. Now you lie still and maybe you’ll be out of here in a week. If you had been one minute slower, Jim, not even I would have been able to bring you back, and I swear...”

Spock let the sound of Doctor McCoy’s voice wash over him as he silently vowed to pay more attention to his captain’s wellbeing. It was obvious the man would not do it himself, and Spock could not let one such as he fall. Jim might not believe himself worth saving, but Spock did.

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One and Only || Spencer Reid

Chapter 4: Coffee and books

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Story Description: Juliette Luciano was fifteen when her parents were arrested by the behavioral analysis unit after being double crossed by someone in the Mafia they were apart of. When Julie, her twin brother Matteo, and best friend/sister-in-law Valeria turn twenty they decide to run, leave the life of crime and change their way of life. After seven years of running they realize they were officially in more danger than anticipated when they received surveillance pictures of themselves. But they weren't the only ones who got some. After the BAU decided it would be safe for them to go into witness protection they decide to send in none other than Doctor Spencer Reid in with Julie for extra protection. These two form a bond that will quickly lead them to get into a relationship. Will the relationship be all love and happiness all will it all go dark like everything else in their lives.

Warning: None :)

W.C: 2.2

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"Pretty girl, wake up,"

I groaned and covered Spencers mouth with my hand, "Shhh, I'm trying to sleep,"

He took my hand off his mouth, "It's two in the afternoon. You've been sleeping all day,"

"Well I'm still tired,"

"I should be the one sleeping considering what you paid those girl to do to me,"

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "I'm still tired,"

He kissed my nose, "I'm sorry for this," he said as he got off the bed.

"For what?" I questioned.

He pulled the blanket off of me before turning me over onto my back. He put my hands over his shoulders before pulling me off the bed. I sighed letting my head rest on his shoulder as his hands wrapped around me.

He took us downstairs and sat down on the couch. I lifted my head and looked at him, "Did you have fun last night?"

He shrugged, "No not really but from what I could tell you did,"

I smiled, "I had a bit of fun. How about to make up for putting you through that we go to the library. I love to read so it'll be fun for the both of us,"

"You see that idea I actually like,"

I pressed his cheeks together with my hands, "I knew you would," I said before kissing his puffed lips.

He smiled, "Go get ready,"

I nodded and made my way upstairs. I went to my room and started to look for an outfit. I picked out a pair of black and white plaid pants, along with a black top. I grabbed a pair of no-show socks and my black and white pair of old skool vans. I changed before going to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hair, followed by applying light makeup.

I made sure I looked okay before I grabbed my purse and went back downstairs. I walked over to Spencer he smiled and stood up. He pulled off the hair tie that had my hair in a low ponytail, his hands fluffing up my hair.

"I like it when you wear your hair down,"

He put the hair tie around his wrist, "Don't loose that, it's my favorite hair tie," I said.

He chuckled, "It's just a regular red hair tie,"

"Yeah but it's the only one that I own that's red and red is my favorite color,"

"Okay, come on let's go. I noticed a library a couple minutes away from here that doesn't require a library card and according to my estimates on the speed we walk at we'll be there in fifteen minutes,"

I decided to not question him and nodded, "Okay, let's go"

He grabbed my hand interlocking our fingers as we walked out of the house. Spencer had expressed how he didn't really like the heat but since I did he would tag along and walk around with me. I had told him he didn't need to do that but he insisted on doing it anyway.

We were walking when I heard him whisper my name. I turned to look at him, he showed me his finger that had a monarch butterfly on it. He put it closer to me and I let go of his hand as I backed away from him.

"Get that thing away from me," I said.

His brows furrowed, "Why? Wait are you afraid of butterflies?"

I quickly nodded. He smiled and let the butterfly fly away, "May I know why?"

I continued to walk next to him, "When I was thirteen I was laughing and one flew into my mouth. I almost died by choking on a fucking butterfly which is why I now cover my mouth when I'm laughing,"

He burst out laughing, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, when you see Matteo and Val you can ask them. That's why they gave me the nickname butterfly. They made a nickname from my near death experience,"

"I'm sure you weren't about to die,"

"Trust me I was. While Val was helping me cough up the stupid butterfly Matteo was recording the entire thing while laughing. I was literally turning purple like Thanos and Matteo was getting a good laugh out of it. He said he is going to play that video at my wedding if I ever end up getting married,"

"Who's Thanos?"

I looked up at Spencer as we reached the front doors of the library. We walked inside and I pulled Spencer to the kids section of the library starting to look for any book that was about the avengers. I found one and went to a page that had Thanos' face on it.

"That's Thanos. He was the villain in like two Marvel movies, if you want we can watch them but I'm pretty sure you're going to hate the movies," I said quietly as to not disturb the other people in the library who were reading.

"My team is always telling me I should try doing new things so I'll think about it,"

We were walking further down the library trying to find a book Spencer hasn't read yet when we both started smelling the scent of coffee. We followed it like how a search dog follows the scent of the missing person they are searching for. We walked over to the built in coffee shop and ordered somethings.

"Can I have a black coffee with extra sugar," said Spencer before he at me.

"Can I have a black coffee with hazelnut creamer. Oh and one of those blueberry muffins,"

The barista wrote down our order before asking for Spencers name and walking away. I let my head rest against Spencers arm as we waited for our coffees. When they were placed on the counter along with a bag that contained my muffin Spencer paid and we walked off to the part of the library that had the books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

"Fun fact, Conan Doyle is my favorite writer," I said.

"I could tell, you have a lot of his work on your bookshelves back in Virginia,"

I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee, "Mhm, try and guess what my favorite book is,"

He looked at me while drinking his coffee, "I feel like you'd like his Sherlock Holmes books the most,"

"Wrong mister profiler, sure I enjoy reading his Sherlock collection but my favorite book is actually that one," I said as I stood on my tippy toes to point at, The Narrative Of John Smith.

He reached up and grabbed it handing it to me. I saw he got a tiny smile on his face when he saw the book, "You don't own that one do you?"

I shook my head, "It's my favorite but I only read it when I come to libraries. I haven't bought it because I like sitting in places like these so I can just relax and read,"

He smiled before he grabbed his own book, A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. We walked over to one of the empty tables by one of the windows and sat down. I opened the small white bag and pulled out my muffin, moving away the cupcake holder so I could take a bite. I opened the front of the book to be met with writing.

"The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves and not to twist them to fit our own image,"

I smiled when right below the quote it read, "If you know who said this quote you get a kiss," I nudged Spencer. He looked over at me with brows furrowed just a tiny bit.

I pointed to the quote, "Give me a kiss, I know who said that," I whispered.

He read it then meeting my eyes again, "Who?"

"Thomas Merton,"

"And here I thought you were trying to trick me into kissing you," he said before placing a quick peak on my lips.

I laughed quietly and started to read the book. I was a couple chapters in when I saw Spencer stand up and go back to the bookshelves. I realized he had already finished reading his book. I focused back on my book. After ten minutes I felt my phone vibrate on the table, I grabbed it noticing it was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hi Julie, you look so pretty reading that book. The good doctor looks like he's having fun picking out more books.

Unknown: *2 attachments*

I clicked to see the pictures and saw it was one of me reading, the other being of Spencer with a bunch of books in his hands. I gulped and blocked the number, it could just be someone joking with me but it also couldn't.

"You okay?" I heard Spencer say as he sat down with a bunch of books.

I turned my phone off before placing it down, "Yup! I forget how fast you read,"

He smiled, "I never seen you read a book but you read pretty slow. It takes you an average of five minutes and twenty three seconds to turn a page,"

"I'm dyslexic dummy. I have trouble reading because my eyes and brain like messing with me,"

"Oh, sorry,"

"It's okay. I have visual dyslexia and it only gets bad when I'm reading, I skip over words and lines so that's why I take forever to read but oddly enough reading is my favorite thing to do,"

He smiled, "And you still managed to graduate early and get your bachelors degree by eighteen,"

"Yes I did," I replied with a smile.

He kissed the top of my head before we went back to reading. We spent four hours in the library reading until the nice librarian told us it was closing and if we wanted to check out any of the books we should do that now. We thanked her before we collected our things and put the books we grabbed back where they were. We walked out of the library and I looked up at Spencer.

"I'm hungry can we go get some food. I ate like ten muffins but that's not enough," I said.

"You ate nine and a half I ate the other half of your last muffin, but sure where do you want to go?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. You choose,"

"How do you feel about pizza?"

"Sure, wait I thought when I got up to use the bathroom someone threw my muffin away. You were the one who ate it?"

"Yeah, sorry about that,"

"Mhm," I hummed as we kept walking back to the house. When we got there Spencer laid down on the couch as I ordered the pizza. When I was finished I walked over to him and laid down on top of him.

He put his arm around me, "Don't think I forgot about your part of the deal. I'm going to catch you by surprise one day,"

I smiled, "I know you will. We have an approximated twenty minutes before the pizza arrives, what do you want to do?"

He grabbed the throw blanket on the couch and put it over us before he held me closer, "I want to hold you,"

"Sounds like a plan,"

I felt his hand drawing patterns on my back so I copied his actions by drawing different patterns on his chest. After ten minutes I heard his breathing had evened out and when I looked up he was asleep. I whisper-giggled before I drew a heart on his chest.

"You just proved my point of you being able to falling asleep literally anywhere," I whispered.

I put my head down on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. When he was upset his head went under my shirt but when it was my turn to be upset all I wanted to do was rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He wouldn't mind it either, he'd always take my phone and play quiet music while he recited poems from his head so I could feel better. That was one of the many things I loved about him.

I was too lost in hearing his heartbeat that I had forgotten about the pizza I ordered. I carefully got up and grabbed the money from the coffee table before heading to the front door. I opened it and payed the delivery guy before closing the door. I set the two pizzas down on coffee table and opened the one with pepperoni as I sat down on the floor.

I grabbed a slice immediately taking a bite, "Are planning to eat that without me" I heard from behind me.

I turned my head, "Yes,"

He smiled and reached over for a slice as he sat up. We ate and talked for a little about our favorite poet was. I obviously said Emily Dickinson was my favorite and how I loved when he would recite her poems. He promised he'd do it more often from now own along with reciting some from his favorite, Shakespeare.

I sighed loudly and put my hands on my tummy, "I look pregnant, I ate too much." I said.

Spencer laughed, "Water can help the bloating go down,"

I stood up, "I don't think water can fit inside of me anymore but I'm still going to go drink it,"

I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water before heading back to the living room. I drank some before Spencer pulled me down to him on the couch. We laid on our sides, I infront of Spencer as he put an arm over my waist and started a movie.

Sleeping Beauty.

My favorite.

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Hi, its me! Im sorry for bothering you! How would Bakugou, Aizawa, and Iida react if some random kid, who had their eyes but different hair, who looks homeless and IS homeless, knockef on their door and said 'hey, do you know *insert womans name*? Youre my dad apparently' and it turns iut it was a woman they had a flimg with, who left them, and went on to abusr their kid? Like severely? Its just me projecting lol. Im so sorry have a great day!

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A Surprise Meeting (Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa meet their abused child)

You can read the same scenario for Todoroki and Dabi HERE You can read the same scenario for Hawks, Fatgum, and Shigaraki Here

Warning:⚠️Mentions of child abuse and homelessness. Also, swearing for Bakugo!⚠️

Bakugo

“What the hell do you mean they were offended?” Bakugo growls at his manager through the phone propped up on his shoulder as he aggressively chops up vegetables for the stew he was making. “Instead of being grateful that I saved their asses, they decided to file a complaint against me huh?”

The underpaid person on the other end launches into an explanation about why a top ranked pro hero should avoid yelling out expletives while fighting villains in front of a crowd of civilians. Apparently it wasn’t an appropriate way to behave in front of impressionable children and elderly folks. Bakugo rolled his eyes as he continued cooking. He’d heard this spiel a hundred times before. He’d honestly worked hard over the years to improve the way he directly interacted with the innocent people he fought to protect every day, but he couldn’t help but get a little overzealous in the moment when taking down bad guys.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance when his doorbell suddenly rang. He wiped his hands off on a towel before going to tell off whoever it was that was interrupting his very limited free time. It was bad enough he was already getting an earful from his manger while he was trying to relax. He ripped open the door and felt a hint of surprise when he had to lower his angry red eyes to find the unexpected visitor. It was a little girl.

“What the hell?” Bakugo leaned out of the doorway a bit to look for an adult that might be accompanying the child but she seemed to be all alone. His manager paused their lecture to ask if he was all right. “Yeah, but I’m going to have to call you back,” Bakugo hangs up the phone and looks back at the little girl who was glaring up at him with familiar red eyes. Her long dark hair was dirty and matted. She had scrapes and bruises all over her arms and face.

“Do you need help or something?” Bakugo asks awkwardly as he tries to slip into his comforting hero voice. “Where are your parents?”

“Mommy left and didn’t come back,” the little girl scowls and crosses her arms. She then tells Bakugo her mother’s name, causing the man to freeze up in shock at the implication. “She said you were my daddy.” Bakugo just stands speechless for a few moments as his brain tries to catch up with what he’d just heard. He knew the girl’s mom, but he hadn’t seen her in about four years. They’d had a bit of a summer romance right at the beginning of his hero career before she’d suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again.

Bakugo lets his eyes scan over the little girl once more. He couldn’t deny she had his eyes and his scowl. He felt irritated that his summer fling hadn’t even had the decency to tell him she’d gotten pregnant. He squats down to look more closely at the dirt and injuries all over the girl’s body.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, trying to keep the gruffness from his voice. Some emotion cracks through the little girl’s false bravado then and she looks down at her bare feet shyly.

“Mommy…” she whispers. Bakugo takes a deep breath to calm the rage that boiled up inside him and offers a hand to the little girl.

“Mommy left me too,” he confesses. “But she’s not going to hurt either of us ever again, okay?” The little girl looks up at her dad, a tentative hope blossoming in her eyes. Bakugo knew this was going to impact his life in a huge way, but at the moment he only cared about getting to know his daughter and making up for lost time. “Are you hungry?” The little girl nods her head eagerly and he leads her into his apartment. He would get her cleaned up and fed before getting started on all the legal stuff he’d undoubtedly have to endure before she could really be his daughter completely. His mind was already coming up with ways to fit parenting into his work schedule though, and he found himself looking forward to spending as much time with his little girl as possible.

Iida

Iida assumed he was going to have another normal morning as he sat at his desk, looking over his patrol route for the day. He’d taken over his family’s hero agency not too long ago, but he was already used to the daily routine. All the experiences he’d lived through during high school, not to mention growing up in a family of heroes, had prepared him for most scenarios he would encounter as a pro. He had no reason to suspect that anything out of the ordinary would happen, even as he heard the knock on his office door.

“Come in,” he calls out while standing up to start putting on his hero costume. The door blasts open and a young girl runs into the room.

“Daddy!” she shouts as she runs right up to him and throws her arms around his waist. Iida looks down at the girl in shock before glancing towards the door where one of his sidekicks stood looking as confused as he felt.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” the sidekick says a bit awkwardly. “One of the interns found her wandering outside. She was asking people to help her find you, her dad.”

Iida wanted to deny the claim immediately. He would definitely know if he had a child, especially one who looked to be around eight years old. The idea became a lot less preposterous as he looked back down at the girl. Her hair color was as white as snow, a complete contrast to his dark blue. The thing that gave him pause were the two legs sticking out from under the dirty skirt the girl was wearing. Her legs looked skinny, too skinny, aside from her calves which had tiny exhaust pipes sticking out of them. The girl looks up at him after a moment to meet his gaze. His breathe catches in his throat at her blue eyes and checkmark shaped eyebrows that were iconic to the Iida family.

“Uh, thank you,” Iida felt flustered as he looks back at his sidekick who was blatantly starting at him in shock. “I’ll handle this from here. Do you mind asking someone to take over my patrol?” The sidekick accepts the job and hurries off, leaving Iida alone with the girl. Part of him felt really embarrassed that this had happened in front of his coworkers. He couldn’t imagine what they must think of him now. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to be involved with something that could be perceived as scandalous.

“What is your mother’s name?” Iida asks, even though he was sure he already knew. The list of possibilities was very small. The little girl goes up on her tiptoes and Iida bends down to meet her so she can whisper in his ear. He sighs heavily at the name that falls from her lips. It was just further confirmation that this wasn’t some crazy misunderstanding. The information settles into his mind. He was a father.

“Please don’t make me go back to her though,” the girl’s eyes brim with tears as she searches Iida’s face for comfort. “She’s scary.” Iida understood how the girl felt. If given the option, he would choose never to see that woman again either. She had only dated him for a brief time, pretending to be in love with him in order to take advantage of his fame until she found someone higher up in the ranks to seduce. He had been so shocked and heart broken when she’d left him so suddenly, but now there was no way to hide from that mistake of his past.

“Why do you say she’s scary?” Iida asks while putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She winces and flinches away from his touch. He narrows his eyes in concern and asks her to roll up her sleeves. His heart fills with sadness at the welts marring her frail arms. “I see,” he frowns. “I promise you won’t have to see her again if you don’t want to, but can you tell me where she lives?”

“I don’t know. We always have to sleep outside,” the girl explains warily, painting a rather sad image of her life.

“Well that just won’t do,” he pats her on the head. “I’m going to make sure you have a comfy, warm bed to sleep in from now on.” The girl’s face lights up happily and she hugs Iida even tighter. The shame he’d felt initially was gone now, replaced by a determination to provide his daughter with the best life possible.

Aizawa

Between all his hero work and being a full time teacher, Aizawa’s opportunities to simply sleep for a couple consecutive hours were few and far between. He took any chance he could to just shut his eyes and rest for a while. Tonight he’d hoped to get a decent amount of sleep in before having to wake up at the crack of dawn to attend a UA staff meeting. However, it seemed fate had other plans for him.

It was around one in the morning when a knock on his front door pulled him from the depths of his much needed slumber. He rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes as he rolled out of bed, not even having the energy to be annoyed. “Who is it?” He asks while putting on his slippers and shuffling over to the door. There was no answer, so he pressed his face up to the peep hole. He let out a groan when he saw a random kid standing outside. If this was some kind of prank, he wasn’t sure he had the strength of mind to deal with it at this hour. He already put up with a whole class of teenagers every day who drained him of every drop of patience he had.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa mumbles after opening the door. The young boy in front of him looked to be about thirteen years old. The ends of his dark burgundy hair were frayed and had been cut sloppily as if he’d done it himself. He had outgrown his clothes a while ago, and they appeared uncomfortably small on his skinny frame. The poor kid looked extremely dirty and smelled even worse.

“Do you know this woman?” the haggard boy holds out an old photograph of a person Aizawa recognized immediately. It had been a very long time, but he’d never forget the face of the first woman he’d ever been with. He’d been so young and naïve at the time, and he still felt bitter toward the friend who’d set him up with a woman with such an atrocious personality. Aizawa knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“This is my mother,” the boy states the obvious fact. “And apparently you’re my dad.” Aizawa had no reason not to believe him as he looked into the boy’s tired eyes that matched his own. It was clear that life had not been kind to the kid so far.

“Come on in,” Aizawa invites his son inside, deciding to wait to involve the proper authorities until morning. “You can take a hot shower, and I think I have some leftovers we can heat up.”

“A shower?” the boy looked overwhelmed, as if the promise of a shower was more than he’d ever dared to hope for. Aizawa was growing more concerned with each passing second.

“Where is your mother now?” He asks and the boy shrugs.

“I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks,” he states as if that were normal. “I think she met some new guy.” That was enough to put Aizawa’s teeth on edge.

“Where have you been staying then?” he asks.

“Wherever I can,” the boy replies, sounding embarrassed. “Park benches, bus stops, train stations…” Aizawa was horrified. What kind of person left their child to survive in those conditions? Why hadn’t she ever reached out to him for help?

“What are these?” Aizawa reaches out to snatch up the boys arm. Now that he was inside where the lighting was better, he could see strange scars and scabs covering his skin.

“Cigarette burns,” the boy pulls his arm away and averts his eyes. “Mom thought it would make people more willing to help when I had to beg for money.” Aizawa felt his eyes fill with tears at the words, and he doesn’t think twice before pulling his son into his arms. The boy returns the embrace, clinging to Aizawa as if he feared the man might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“What’s going to happen now?” the boy asks fearfully after he calms down a bit.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with me,” Aizawa finds himself accepting the role of father rather quickly. He was already responsible for so many kids already, he didn’t see the harm in adding one more to the list. “If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“Yes, please!” The boy nods his head, looking ecstatic as he wiped away his tears. Aizawa nods his head and pats his son on the shoulder.

“Well then kid,” he says with a small smile. “Welcome home.”

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[aesterblaster]

The Facility: Chapter One

Ok ok so you know that idea I had about a horror version of blue lock? If you don't then here is where I first put the idea, its second to last on the list. There are going to be some changes from cannon/twists since this is an au but yeah enjoy!

Summary: Isagi and 299 other kids enter blue lock expecting a soccer camp. But the elimination process is more gruesome than they bargained for.

TWs: Blood and injury mention, general horror also an animal attack

Isagi watched with wide eyes as the man on stage finished his speech. "There will be an intense elimination. But the last 30 standing will get a chance to progress and show what they have. That's all for the details. You can leave if you like, but as soon as you go through that door you are unlocking the chance to be the best striker in the world!"

The others around Isagi buzzed with excitement, what could he say. This Ego guy had a way with words. He had never heard of this philosophy, leaving your teammates behind and scoring your own goals? It was crazy! So crazy it just might work. Suddenly a hand raised.

"Hey! Sorry, but I can't agree with what you just said."

It was Kira, the only one here Isagi knew. The other teens stepped back from him as if his bravery was contagious. Ego's eyes narrowed as the star player began attacking the facility. A few people agreed with him. Nodding and shouting out their concerns. Ego only scratched his head, "I see, all of you are really fucked in the head. Then leave."

His harsh words and critiques quickly whipped all the naysayers into shape. But Kira still looked doubtful. The doors whirred open and all 300 kids ran through, including Isagi. What choice did they really have?

If only they knew what was waiting for them, maybe they wouldn't have been so eager.

. . . . 35 minutes later . . . .

Isagi walked through the hall, examining his new uniform. It was sleek but there were a lot of pockets and a chain like wrist band with a red dot. A tracker? Before he could think about it Kira poked his head out a "Team Z" door and waved to him. "Hey there! You're in the same room as me."

"Oh cool." At least there was a familiar face. Isagi scanned the other kids sitting around the room. It was surprisingly dark and there was one big screen on the wall that lit up with the Blue Lock logo after he closed the door. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't a pang of disappointment in his chest at the fact he couldn't socialize before it started. Get to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses.

"Hello everyone. The people around you right now are your team and will be your team for the foreseeable future. This first part is about survival." That wasn't Ego's voice. A shiver went down Isagi's spine. It sounded like a robot and the screen showed no face, only the logo. "Whoever gets injured will not see the next phase."

"What's going on!? I thought we'd be playing soccer, not fucking around playing caveman!" one boy with short hair and eyeliner said, a vein bulging in his forehead. The voice carried on, if it heard him it made no sign.

"Yeah I want to go back home!"

"This is weird, but I think we should listen. Maybe we can get a grip on what's happening.." a player with spiky orange hair muttered. At least there was someone who was being reasonable. Isagi sighed with relief.

"Step one of this phase is water. There is a map in one of the pockets of your suits. Marked in blue are the places with water and marked in black are the places with buckets for the water. The lights will come on after this message is over and you will have to store away as much of it as you can. You never know when the tap will shut off."

There was a sickening laugh from the robotic voice. "If you haven't guessed it already, this isn't Ego or his little assistant. Please only refer to me as Quill. The only way to escape is major injury since the fences and exit doors are wired with electrocution. Showers will happen every other day, but you are not allowed to bring any buckets with you or fight. The discussion on food will happen later. The doors will only be locked when it's time to sleep and trust me you'll need it."

"Good luck."

"What the fuck." Isagi whispered. The lights turned on.

A boy with blue hair already had his map out and spread on the floor. Most of the others were still in shock. "There are buckets near us, someone should go get those."

"Are you seriously going through with this?" Kira shouted. "This is hacked! We have to find some way out. Not play some little death game."

"Do you have any better ideas? He said he'd turn off the water soon right? Oh great Buddha have mercy!" someone whimpered.

"Come on, this is a high tech place." the blue haired one continued. "They'll fix the hacker soon enough and everything will be back to normal. For now let's just go along and not get hurt."

"And introduce ourselves? He said we're going to be together for the foreseeable future right?" it was the guy with spiky hair again.

"Yeah." Isagi spoke up. "Let's do that, it'll help with our nerves."

"Well, I'm going to go get water." someone with long red hair stood up and opened the door. Walking out without another word. The group went around and introduced themselves when he came back with three buckets full. The only one who didn't talk was someone who was asleep on the floor. More of the group went out and soon the corner of the dim room was crowded with buckets of fresh water

"We have water right? We should be stable for now." Iemon reasoned slumping against the wall. "Anyone have any games to pass the time?"

. . . . 22 minutes later . . . .

The more the boys talked with each other the more they relaxed. The guy who was asleep eventually woke up and introduced himself as Bachira. "I heard the whole thing, don't worry." he said with a nervous laugh as he twisted some of his hair around his finger.

The games continued, but there was this nagging sense that disaster would strike any moment. And it did. "You mean there's no fucking water left?" a voice outside Team Z's door boomed. Everyone froze as it got quiet again. Whoever was speaking had others with him because now there were talking in whispers. In deep discussion about what to do probably.

"Maybe we should barricade the door." Naruhaya said quietly.

"Hell no, we should go out there and help them!" Kira, ever the hero, argued.

"Agreed. We have more than enough for us." Kunigami added. No one else spoke up. Isagi wanted too, but it was best to stay put in this situation right? And Kunigami and Kira could handle any negotiations just fine. He'd only be dead weight in that situation.

"What is wrong with you? I can't believe you don't think they deserve help too." Kira adressed the whole room but it felt as if he was staring at Isagi.

"No it's not that it-" Gagumaru couldn't finish before both him and Kunigami left. The whole room waited for them to come back. The silence combined with the terrible lighting covered the room like a thick blanket. There was a scream and some muffled shouting. Was that a dog barking? Ten minutes went by. Kuon convinced everyone to stay put.

"There could be a hundred people out there for all we know! Think logically, those screams could be someone else!" He was right, and the unknown was terrifying. But a pit of guilt still sat in everyone's stomach. Two minutes passed. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirt-

Kunigami opened the door and closed it abruptly, Kiras arm was hoisted over his shoulders and he was groaning in pain. "What happened out there?" Isagi asked tentatively.

"There are other people out there. They look terrible. I think they've been here for weeks. I'll explain more in a second just, get Kira some rest, something. He's badly hurt."

The boys rushed to make a pillow out of the maps in their suits. Kira was laid down gently and quickly passed out. "I have a flashlight in my suit." Imamura said. He took it out and shined the beam on Kira. The arm of his suit was ripped off and his skin had three bite marks that broke the skin.

There was that thick, thick blanket of silence again. Chigiri threw up.

"What the fuck did that!?" Raichi whispered. "What happened?"

"We found a couple of people close to our door who had no water. We started to talk to them and they introduced themselves as Okawa and Niko. Then we heard that fucking voice again, the Quill guy. I dunno how he saw we were in the hallway but he said we weren't supposed to meet each other yet." There was a pause.

"Then he sicked a dog on us, it came bowling through the hallways like it's tail was on fire. Those two ran away but Kira thought it was a hologram or something. It wasn't." He stopped there. There was a mass gasp and cry of shock

"You're telling me Quill has bodyguard dogs?" Bachira asked.

"I guess we shouldn't get on his bad side. That's all. We'll be fine."

"Kira isn't! He's fucking bleeding out what are we gonna do?"

"Maybe he wouldn't be if you didn't go out there? Huh? We could be playing charades right now!"

Igaguri started praying. An argument broke out. Isagi wish he could see who was fighting but they flashed in and out of view. Where was that flashlight anyway? It was a mess.

"Everyone shut the fuck up! Kira is dead!" It was Kuon who spoke up. "I checked his pulse. He's dead. Shock and blood loss I think." Whatever fight was happening stopped as Isagi felt tears well up in his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Everything was moving too fast. Just an hour ago, just an hour ago he had just won the local tournament. And yet here he was, his arm a mangled mess of blood and tattered mesh.

The screen turned on again.

end of chapter one

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

Reader is a civilian who's been caught in a fight between heroes and villains, she was badly hurt and the heroes were losing so they choose to retreat, she calls out for help but they leave her there, Dabi approaches and she asks him to save her, he does, but afterwards she just won't leave him? She's always chasing after him and wants to stay by his side at all times, he find it annoying at first and tries to scare her away but she won't budge, can you write something with this?

A/N : This is such a cute idea!!! Sorry this took a while T^T

Thank you guys so much for 500 followers ahhhh <3 Requests are open!

Warnings : Swearing, violence

Words : 1,557

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It was a quiet night, the sun had already set a good few hours ago and you could barely see any stars in the sky. The crisp autumn air nipped at your skin as you made your way to the nearest train station, a tight grip on your bag as you cautiously walked, taking note of everything around you. 

What you failed to notice was the two struggling figures heading towards you, falling from the sky at an incomprehensible speed, crashing down onto the pavement and sending everything around them hurtling away. A piece of concrete hit you in the back, knocking you down to the floor with your head hitting the side of the pavement. A dull, throbbing pain washed through your head as your vision spun. You stayed lying down on the ground as you now clearly heard the struggle coming from behind you, each side shouting remarks at the other. The noise caused your head to ache even more, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you begged everything to stop spinning. 

Opening your eyes, you slowly dragged yourself forwards, an inch at a time, managing to push off the piece of concrete digging into your back as you felt blood seeping into your clothes. 

“Fuck.” you groaned, managing to stumble to your feet and huddle under a bit of shelter, that being some bigger pieces of concrete that had been blown away. Resting your head on it, you sat with your knees close to your chest, drowning out the shouting and clashes around you as you closed your eyes. You felt everything become a jumbled mess, no longer able to make coherence of the current situation as everything blended into each other. 

It had been at least another thirt minutes before the fighting ceased. You slowly became aware of the lack of sound, opening your eyes to the bright lights of police cars, around ten or twenty people crowding around the amublance or police. You opened your mouth to call for help, finally feeling saved, however no sound loud enough left you, instead your quiet pleas for help were drowned out by a few interviews finding the pro heros and asking them nurmerous questions. You continued to silently beg for help but never once did anyone turn your way. One by one they began to leave. 

When they had all left in their respective vechiles, you finally felt the tears stream down your face. You were weak from the blood from your back wound and disoriented from the hit to your head. You hadn’t cried from the injuries but now you help a wave of utter despair hit you. No one was going to save you, not even the heros. They had all left you here to die and rot. 

However you were far from the truth and your quiet sobs had left someone to discover you. He was sent by the League there to retieve anything remaining from the villain, finding nothing but torn scraps of clothing and a distressed girl. He approached you, ready to ridicule you about staying out so late when he noticed the blood matted in your hair and dired on your hands, the mascara running down your face as your body hiccuped with sobs. 

“Holy shit you look like hell.” he remarked, bending down to observe you, his hand on your chin to try and determine where you head injury was from. Your eyes squeezed shut. Here it was. The moment you would die. You hadn’t even said goodbye to your family and friends yet and now you were going to die at the hands of some random stranger. Your eyes remained tightly squeezed shut as you felt his hands on your side, suddenly opening as you felt yourself being hoisted up from the ground. 

“Oookay, and you’re set.” he remarked, more so to himself, a proud grin on his mouth as he had successfully gotten you up without causing you too much pain. Sure he was a villain, but deep down he knew he still wanted to help, be it in some sick way. Perhaps he could recruit you into the league, or patch you up just to rip you back down again. Regardless, he would consider things later. 

“Alright, let’s go home.” he scared, turning away from the scene of the fight. They arrived back at the League’s bar in a rather short journey, Dabi kicking the door open as he called loudly for Kuriogiri. By this point you had already fallen unconcious. 

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“So why are you here again?” he sighed, rubbing his forehead as you beamed him a wide smile. It had only been a few weeks since he saved you and Dabi was already greatly regretting it. 

Sure he liked the idea of someone being indebted to him and at his call, however you simply took this to a whole new level. He couldn’t tell if you were being a nuisance, a dumbass, or both. He wasn’t going to become a babysitter for some dumb girl and he had made that very clear, threatening you with his flames the first time you had returned to the hideout. However it soon proved that it was indeed the opposite, even Shigaraki letting you stay and roam around as he absolutely adored your cooking.

You ignored his question, giving him a happy nod before turning to Kurogiri. “I managed to buy some of the ingrediants you needed, do you need anything else?”

“I’m glad you picked her up Dabi.” Shigaraki called out from his place on the sofa, face buried in a manga that you had bought him a few days prior.

“Hey!” you called out, sending him a pout. “Don’t go treating me like a dog.”

With a huff, Dabi grabbed your wrist, dragging you up to his room before slamming the door shut and pinning you against it. 

“Why do you keep coming here.”

“Because I want to. You guys are fun and it’s not like I’m causing you guys too much trouble.” you paused before adding a hopeful “Right?”

“That’s not the point Y/N.” he rasped. “We’re villains, we kill people for a living, we’re dangerous and if you keep sticking around us you’re bound to be killed.”

“Well, I’ve already nearly died once, what’s the harm in the second time right?” you joked, pouting as Dabi refused to even react to your joke, instead glaring at you.

“You need to leave us alone Y/N.”

“Are... are you worried about me Dabi?”

“Fuck no.” he snarled, stepping back with a huff as you finally had some personal space, patting down your skirt. 

“Well I’d beg to differ.” you snorted, sending him a smile as he groaned at his lack of getting through to you.

“You’re going to die if you keep hanging around us Y/N.”

“Well it’s not as if I wasn’t going to before meeting you guys. Just maybe eariler who knows.” you shrugged, watching in delight as Dabi frowned at your response. 

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to stay.” you demanded, crossing your arms as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“No Y/N-”

“Oh my gosh.” you said suddenly, almost startling him.

“What.”

“It’s that you don’t want me here right?” you responsed. “You’re trying to chase me out in the nicest way possible.” 

“No that’s not-”

“Shigaraki!” you shouted, ripping open the bedroom door and running down into the living room/bar area. “Shigaraki!”

He looked up from manga with an annoyed expression, beckoning you to continue speaking. 

“Dabi’s trying to throw me out. It is true that you guys don’t like me?” you asked, tapping your foot anxiously as you continued to ramble, not waiting for his response. “It’s just you guys are pretty nice, except your job but like I wanted to be helpful since I owe you basically my entire life but what if you don’t actually want this and I’m just annoying you-”

Your rambling wass halted when a hand slapped across your mouth. “Shut up.” Dabi groaned, messing up your hair as he mumbled an apology to Shigaraki. “Come on let’s sort out your stupid schedule, we can’t have you popping in here when no one’s in.”

You licked his hand, him pulling away with a look a digust. “So does that mean I can keep coming to hang out with you guys?” you asked excitedly. 

Dabi more or less face palmed at your excitement. Why would anyone honestly be so ecstatic to be around a group of criminals? Your hyper and energetic personality made Dabi sigh slightly, maybe he could toss you to Toga for an hour or two. 

Of course you’d come back to bother him though, after all he was your favourite person here. With that in mind, Dabi grinned at you. 

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

[reynaruina]

Ponytail Dib AU scene concept: Zim trying to distract Dib from going on about depressing shit by speaking of his past life on Irk, safe in the knowledge that Dib won’t remember anything that could be used against him come morning:

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Dib, sitting against the couch in Zim’s house yet again, legs splayed open on the floor as he lazily eats a slice of pizza. Zim’s sitting right across him, legs resting on Dib’s, his back against a large machine. He’s adjusting a piece of the tech attached to it and running his mouth.

Zim:… And that’s when Zim knew he was being SABOTAGED!! But after gathering my evidence and bringing it to my supervisor, she had NO CHOICE but to see that I was RIGHT! VICTORY FOR ZIM!!

Dib, snorting: Wow, so you weren’t always a screwup? That’s a surprise.

Zim, offended: Excuse me?! I am NOT nor was I EVER a screwup! The NERVE to even SUGGEST—!

Dib, chuckling: C'mon, you gotta admit you’re not the best at what ya do. I mean, maybe nowadays your…your plans are more…better put together, but back when I was a kid? Half the time you’d sabotage yourself

Zim, gasping with indignation: Would NOT!

Dib: Would too!

Zim: LIES!!

Dib: Bro, c'mon, I’m wasted as fuck right now and I still can remember that shit.

Zim, blushing at the nickname: W-well.. maybe! But it’s not my fault!! I wasn’t given any proper briefing on this mission before arriving, there weren’t even any scouting notes for me to look at! Had to figure everything out on my own!

Dib, smiling mischievously: That still doesn’t account for like half of your screwups.

Zim, groaning: Oh quit it already! You wouldn’t do this any better than me, mister Judgy McJudge!

Dib: You don’t know that. Bet I could take over the world way faster than you if I wanted to.

Zim, grinning as he noticed the chance: Well, why don’t you try then? Cuz I’m starting to think the reason you don’t wanna take me up on my offer to join forces is because you think you’re not cut out for the job.

Dib, hastily swallowing more pizza, noticing the bait and refusing to take it: S-so you said you’d…that you were... an…Elite Soldier… before?

Zim, immediately distracted by the chance to talk about past achievements: Oh yes, one of the best ones in fact! Graduated with honors despite my height!

Dib: Oh yeah, I remember you guys had some kinda hang-up around heights… And you say you were one of the best? Despite how much you screw up? *he chuckles*

Zim, hurt but not wanting to show it: Well, Zim has always been a huge asset to the Empire! My superiors could clearly see that, whatever… drawbacks I might have had were nothing compared to the benefits of having a GENIUS like me around!

Dib, reaching for his flask: I thought most of your people hate…hated you.

Zim, ignoring another sting: Well the envious ones sure do, but not all of them are blinded by my achievements! Some of them valued me for who I am, I even had admirers!

Dib, almost spitting his drink out: You had…you had admirers??

Zim, surprised by his reaction: Yeah, most any Elite Soldier had some kicking around at least. We’re the best the Empire has to offer, others do well on looking up to us!

Dib, chuckling: Not sure how many can actually look up to you though *he mumbles*

Zim: What was that?!

Dib, walking back on his words: So, when you say you had admirers, you mean like…one? Sm… smeet?

Zim, utterly offended: Excuse me?? A smeet can’t be allowed into an Admirer Circle, that’s for adults only!! And for your information I had twelve of them! Thirteen, even, if I recall correctly.

Dib, trying to wrap his head around the number: Thirt—… thirteen…*counting with fingers* That’s over ten, correct?

Zim, almost tempted to laugh at his inebriation: It’s three plus ten. Most other Elites had more… a couple thousands each *he whispers in a cough, trying to mask the number* but I had enough with my lot! They can be annoying in too large a group!

Dib, grabbing more pizza, unable to believe Zim would be happy with a tiny group of admirers: Annoying how?

Zim, groaning: Ugh, they would follow around on my off days, ask for autographs, try to polish my shoes, buy me food, sing me praises… Don’t get me wrong, Zim’s always happy to accept praises, but they could get overbearing at times… *he sighs, nostalgic* The sex was nice though.

Dib, eyes growing wide, almost choking on his pizza: SGSGJKGS..JHHAH…!! *pounds on his chest, coughing* Did you…D-did you just— …Sex????

Zim, a little worried at his performance: Yeah? Why else would we let them be all over us on our days off? It was nice to have something casual, get to top for once. They were all very eager to please…

Dib, red like a tomato, brain suddenly bombarded with questions about Irken sex: I…uh… I always thought you…you were…a… virgin?

Zim, frowning: Virgin… Virgin… Oh! Is that the word humans use to describe someone who’s not been initiated in sex, despite being of age?

Dib, nodding, feeling a tightness of shame inside: That’s… that’s the word.

Zim, smiling: HAH! There’s no such thing as a “virgin” in our race! We all practice among each other during our formative years. We may all be birthed by cloning and unable to lay on our own anymore, but sex is still fun and serves many social purposes.

Dib, feeling suddenly down: S-so you…how…how old are you?

Zim, antennae flopping in annoyance: Well that’s a rude thing to ask. I’m over a hundred, that’s all I’m gonna say.

Dib, overwhelmed and depressed: Woah… You must have had lots of sex throughout your life then.

Zim shrugs: Yeah, guess so.

Dib sighs: You’re actually less of a loser than I am. That’s… encouraging.

Zim, gears turning in his head: Wait, so you…*antennae perk up as his eyebrows raise* You’re actually still a “virgin”?!

Dib, face red and full of shame, just nods.

Zim, cackling: Oh wow, you are! Of course you are, I’ve followed your every move for years now and never found you with a playmate. That’s… is it normal for humans to be… “virgin”?

Dib, taking another swing of his flask: Not at my age it isn’t.

Zim, gears still turning as he recalls what he knows about human sexuality and Dib’s sexual history (or lack thereof): So… Being a “virgin” in your society is looked down upon, correct?

Dib just scoffs and looks away: Ugh, look, I just… I just never… It was never a priority… All my classmates were always such dicks and like, scared of me n’ shit, and I don’t have time to so…socialize at work… And I’m too broke to get a h-hooker so… It don’t matter much to me *he says, looking like it mattered a lot*

Zim, suddenly realizing his chance, feeling the blood in his veins run hot: Well if that's how you feel then so be it, but in the case that it did happen to matter… maybe there could be a way for Zim to help you…stop… being a “virgin” *he finishes, reaching for Dib’s groin with a foot and starting to gently massage the area.*

Dib, confused, not yet registering what is happening: Uh…h-how?

Zim just smiles, pressing his boot a little more and gesturing to it with his head. Dib lets out a surprised little gasp, finally looking down at himself.

Dib: …the fuck are you doing.

Zim, frustrated: You know, I think I’m starting to understand how is it possible for you to still remain a “virgin” *he presses yet again, trying to get a response. Dib’s legs seem to part a little more, making him want to jump out of his skin in excitement*

Dib, chuckling, growing a bit tense: Uh, I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re gonna get it awake. I’m not… My… dick doesn’t get hard when I’m this wasted. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Zim, antennae flopping, motion of the foot slowing but not stopping: Should I bring this offer forth once you’re sober, then?

Dib, chuckling even louder: If you tried this when I’m sober I’d probably… probably… ram your head against a wall. Wouldn’t believe you wanna do anything but attempt to kill me in some way.

Zim, a little taken aback, boot slowly stopping: And you don’t think I’d attempt that now?

Dib shrugs, taking another sip from his flask: Yeah, but right now I don’t care about the risk of death. Might as well get that over with, honestly.

Zim, frustrated, not wanting to lose the chance: Well if the problem is that you can’t…“get it hard” then maybe we could do it another way? *he begins to massage again, scooching closer to Dib and landing a hand on his thigh* You don’t have to top for it to still count, right?

Dib, blushing hard as Zim begins to close the distance: Uh…wah?

Zim, stroking his thigh as well now, antennae vibrating reflexively: You heard me.

Dib, growing anxious, body beginning to shake from the prolonged stimuli: You’re… joking… right?

Zim, breathing heavily, pressing his foot and bringing his hand higher up Dib’s thigh: Absolutely not. *he gets his face closer to Dib, eyes looking deep into him* Please. I can help you. Let me help you.

Dib, frowning, suddenly tensing up: H-help me? Wait…a…are you…is this…? I d-don't... *he groans, shoving Zim’s hand and foot off him* I don’t need your PITY!

Zim, falling back on his machine, confused: W… what? You think I…pity you??

Dib, trying to get up but failing: Of course that’s what this is! It’s what.. what this all is!! * he gestures at the two empty pizza boxes, kicking them away* You think I’m some… kinda…loser! Who can only get anything if it’s handed to him!!

Zim, growing angry, standing up and not even trying to hide his hard-on: What?! REALLY? You think a mighty Irken Invader like Zim can stoop so low as to PITY a HUMAN?!

Dib, grunting, trying to crawl up on the couch: The fuck else could it be, then?! I come… come here like every night and you fucking…buy me food and let me hang and…*he stares at the neatly folded bed sheets and covers on the couch, along with fluffed up pillows, and groans further* bring me all THIS?! *he angrily shoves everything to the floor* Who the fuck does that for his enemy?!

Zim, fuming: I do all this because it ANGERS me to see my biggest NEMESIS bring himself so low! I REFUSE to fight you when you’re made a mess of yourself, but you’re just…so good at doing that! If Zim didn’t let you in when you come knocking at his door at night, you’d wander off to some alleyway to get hurt in some dumb way…or worse, you’d try to find some rooftop again!!

Dib, finally crawling up onto the couch, curling into himself and showing  his back to Zim: That’s what pity is, you idiot. You fucking pity me, you think…you think I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. Well, maybe I would, and maybe that’d be a good thing!!

Zim, feeling a heavy pain on his chest: NOT FOR ME IT WOULDN’T!

Dib, voice growing annoyed: Well, you’re literally the only living thing in this planet that gives a fuck about me dying. And you’re my enemy, so excuse me if I don’t care about breaking your poor widdle heart.

Zim, falling back on his machine, pain in his chest growing: …we Irkens don’t have a heart, you stupid.

Dib chuckles, hugging himself: So you think I’m stupid, and yet you wanna keep me around. You’re the more stupid one.

Zim sighs, looking down at the boner that wouldn’t go away: … maybe I am. *he begins walking to the kitchen, trying to ignore the heavy pain inside*

Dib, noticing that Zim is leaving his presence:…h-hey, where are you going?

Zim, walking up to the toilet elevator: I need some time alone to…think. I’m sure you’ll survive a short time without adult supervision. You don’t need my pity, after all.

Dib, annoyed, turning around on his spot: Are you… going to plan something evil? I will… I’m… what are you gonna do down there?

Zim, smiling smugly at him as he enters the toilet: Nothing good, that’s for sure. You can try to follow, if you want *he adds, before disappearing down the elevator*

Dib, trying to sit up on the couch to no avail: Wait! Zim! Don’t…ugh…* he stops trying, noticing a pillow on the floor near him. He extends his arm to reach, but can’t get to it*

Dib, groaning as he turns around on his spot and hugs himself once more: God fucking damnit…

——————–

[witchwhodoesvoodoos]

"First to land a hit's the winner!"

It was such a distant memory, yet the villain remembers like it only happened yesterday. Their first meeting with the bubbly hero.

"Man come on! Step up your game wouldcha? By the time we tally our scores the gap would be huge! That'll be embarrassing as hell."

They clenched their fists so hard their knuckles faded into white. They gritted their teeth, refusing to believe the scenario in front of them was true.

"You are aware I can kill you this instant, right?"

"You can, but you wouldn't."

"How are you so certain? For all you know, this is a trap that will lead to your demise."

"Then congratulations, you've successfully lured me. Now can I have some of your cupcakes? Hand me one of those sandwiches too! They look yummy."

"This isn't how I expected my day-off to be like."

"Just appreciate my presence wouldcha?"

The villain took cautious steps and knelt on one knee to examine the fallen hero. Their eyes widened when they saw dark, red blood pooling around their body. I didn't cause that.

"The score..." the villain almost failed to recognize the hero's voice due to the hoarseness. Their whole being starts to burn with rage, he wants to set the whole city on fire if that's what needs to be done in order to find whoever did this to them. With a trembling hand, they reach to tuck strands of hair behind their rival's ear so they can see their face properly.

The villain smiled, one that's full of pain. The hero descried and forced a chuckle, "C'mon... this is the first time... I saw you smile... Can't you lo--ok more happy? Besides... it's two hundred thirte--en... to two hundred fourteen... you won."

The villain's world began to cave in.

"I haven't won yet," they retorted firmly. They scoop the hero with so much gentleness and stalked off the battle field. They met their right hand man along the way and barked to get the vehicle ready.

"Hey,"

"What?"

The hero giggled, "I've always perceived you as the cold, laconic type. So, seeing you act with emotions... I feel honored."

The villain skidded to a halt when their nemesis cupped their cheek. They stared at them, heart clenching when they saw exhaustion all over their face.

"I'm tired. I want to rest."

The villain can hear something shatter into millions of pieces. They held the hero tighter, hoping they can give warmth for the growing cold body. It's not working. Nothing's working.

"Can I?"

Most stories depict the bad guy as a heartless, selfish creature. One that gets anything they want, by hook or by crook. Always yearning for more power, more money. The villain is not like that, they never was. The world turn its back on them, so they only did the same.

They want to live up their title as the villain right now. They want to be selfish. They want to tell the hero to keep their eyes open, to keep breathing, to keep living. They can't bear to lose them. There's still so much to do, more fights to win, more picnics to share, more secrets to tell.

They don't want to be left alone again.

Instead of voicing their thoughts, the villain asked, "Do you... really want to?"

The hero weakly nod.

"Okay then. Sleep. Good night, hero." they smiled and kissed their forehead for the first and last time, "You've fought well."

"I did? That's... good to hear. See you soon."

Tears starts to blur their vision, "Yeah, see you soon.

And just like that, their body went limp. A satisfied smile ghosted their lips as they use their last breath to mutter:

"You're beautiful."

"Sir the van's all se--"

The villain's right hand man was shocked to see their master shedding tears. They examined the hero in their arms. Dead.

"Prepare our men."

"Sir?" the henchman blinked, unable to process the thousands of emotions within that three words. They've never seen their boss like this. Bloodlust clouded those tear-stained eyes. Their expression is hard, as if one wrong move will trigger the bomb that was long to detonate inside them.

"Prepare our men. Take over the city. Set everything on fire. Find the bastard who did this to them and don't you fucking stop until you do. Bring them to me, alive."

[nkogneatho]

⛓𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ⛓

OYA OYA OYA? Look who's doing another collab. Yeah that's me bitch. Hi I am Pasi. GAAAWD I am so excited for this one.

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The theme is basically dom/sub dynamics. The character or the reader has to use HANDCUFFS, BLINDFOLDS, CHAINS, LEASH, SEX TOYS, OR SIMPLY A PIECE OF CLOTH, ETC. The point is being vulnerable, not wanting to do anything but letting their dom play with them.

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Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Boku no hero academia, Bungou stray dogs, Sk8 the infinity, Chainsaw Man.

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⛓Haikyuu

BokuAkaKuroKen x fem!reader + Bondage by @bokuroskitten

Bokuto x fem!reader + blindfold +tied to a chair by @nakachuchu

DaiKuroo x fem!reader + Handcuffs by @anime-nymph

Osamu x fem!reader + Handcuffs + Riding crop by @chronic-claire-universe

Sakusa x fem!reader + sex toys by @rosesandtoshi

SakuAtsu x fem!reader by @haikyutiehoe

⛓Jujutsu Kaisen

Dom!Geto x fem!reader by @half-baked-biscuit

Nanami x fem!reader + leash, collar by @sugarbooger513

Toji x fem!reader + bondage and sensory play by @thekillingtimethekillingmoon

Toji x fem!reader +spreader bar + nipple clamps by @severelytalentless

⛓Attack on Titan

Dom!Armin x fem!reader + bondage + sex toys + sensation deprivation by @saccharine-darling

Eren x fem!reader x Levi +chains by @tkblossom

Erwin x fem!reader + ripped clothes by @killerbananas

Erwin x fem!reader + spreader bar by @neptvnia

Dom!Eren x fem!reader + blindfold by @father-time-and-baby-new-year

⛓Boku no hero academia

Aizawa x fem!reader + Silk bondage by @ajaviary

Shinsou x fem!reader + handcuffs by @bunnie-babey

⛓Sk8 the Infinity

MatchaBlossom x fem!reader + handcuffs by @stariwrites

⛓Chainsaw Man

Makima x fem!reader + silk bondage by @misamoochie

[tumblebee-the-smol-bean]

Hmmm Janus and Logan find out that Remus is a little and they take care of the baby? You don't have to! Take your time too :3

Thanks for the prompt!

Caregivers: Logan/Janus

Regressor: Remus

Remus was sitting on his bed watching beetlejuice for the third time in a row and using crayons to fill in a gory picture in his coloring book. Neither activity was exactly kid friendly but Remus didnt know what else to do. He only knew the creepy movies, that was his jurisdiction, so that was what he watched. Same with the coloring. He might try to draw something 'normal' bit it always came out....off...

None of the other sides knew he regressed to deal with the constant stream of intrusive thoughts running through his head at all times. He was never one to keep secrets but this...this was the one thing the other sides didn't know about him and he was going to keep it that way. He didnt need them to pay less attention to him than they already did when they would surely decide he was less of a threat than they originally thought.

He pouts at the idea of less attention. He really cant get enough if it. Not that anyone is willing to give it to him. Sure Deceit might tolerate him. They might even have what some would call pleasant interactions from time to time. But Janus was really very busy usually, and he tended to get very grumpy when Remus interrupted his meticulous planning sessions with his morningstar and a moldy banana that he threw at the wall.

So there he sat in his room, watching beetlejuice and colouring alone, even though he really wanted someone to pay attention to him.

Janus noted that Remus had been acting...odd lately. He would make excuses for why he had to leave the room suddenly and while it was believable to most of the sides when Remus said he had to go figure out the melting point of birds, Janus could taste the lie.

After a few times of this happening he decided enough was enough and he was going to get to the bottom of whatever the trash man was doing. It was making him nervous to say the least. Remus didnt usually lie so whatever he was doing was probably highly destructive in Janus's mind.

When he creaked open the door however he did not expect to see Remus in a onesie watching beetlejuice and coloring with his thumb in his mouth.

Furthermore he definitely didnt expect Remus to look at him with wide eyes and begin wailing and scrambling away from him.

What??? Was all Janus could think for a few moments before he took a deep breath and slowly approached Remus, trying to calm him down.

"Remus, are you okay?"

He shook his head and backed up a bit more.

"Its alright I'm not going to hurt you." He tried to assure him.

"Bu- but you- think m' not scawy anymore!" He wailed.

Jan winced and reached him, placing a hand on his shoulder and Remus collapsed, knees giving out. Luckily Janus was able to catch him and lifted him up.

"Believe me I am all sorts of scared right now. Come on, we're taking you to Logan, he'll know what's going on with you." Janus quickly sunk out with him confused as all hell as Remus started crying and squirming again. Logan already didnt take him seriously! But Janus kept a tight grip on him and rapped at logans door impatiently.

"Logan. Logan!"

The glasses clad side opened the door with a look of exasperation

"What?!" Then his eyes fell on remus and he stepped back a bit in surprise, giving janus the opportunity to briskly walk in with Remus and set him on the bed. Said side was now hiding his face in a pillow.

"He's broken. We broke him." Janus pointed at Remus,

"He isnt broken Janus." Logan brushed him off and approached Remus. "Hmm...I think I might have an idea of what's going on. What was he doing when you found him?" He questioned.

"Umm...watching beetlejuice and doing a coloring page I think?"

Logan nods to himself.

"And did he seem different than usual?"

Janus points to Remus

"Oh I don't know Logan. What do you think??"

Logan rolled his eyes but nodded. "I think I might have some idea of what's going on."

He sat down slowly next to Rwmus so he didn't startle him. "Remus, how old are you?"

"What kind of question is that? He's thirt-"

"M' two." Came the hesitant reply.

Janus stared at him, more and more confused by the second as Logan just nodded and readjust his glasses.

"As I thought. It seems Remus is engaging in a coping mechanism commonly known as age regression."

"Age what now?" Janus asked as Remus whined and buried his head behind Logan while he rubbed his back, not liking that his secret was being figured out.

"Age regression. It's when an individual either voluntarily or involuntarily reverts back to an earlier stage in their state of mind. So Remus here," he gestured to him "is about the mental mindset of a two year old. Is that right honey?" His voice softened as he turned to Remus for the last bit who nodded reluctantly.

"M' sorry..."

"Oh no need to apologize." He picks him up and sets him on his lap. "Its a perfectly healthy coping mechanism, we arent going to judge you for it." He perks up a bit at that and nuzzles into Logan, enjoying the attention.

"How do you know so much about this?" Dee asked, eyebrow raised.

"Virgil taught me." He responded simply, not giving a further explanation and Janus didnt ask for one. Just sat down next to the two other sides as Remus played happily with Logans fingers, no longer worried about them knowing his secret as it didnt seem like they were going to judge him.

"So...what do we do?" Janus asked finally.

"Well we should supervise him until he comes out of this headspace. From what he's told us he's fairly young and honestly I dont trust adult Remus to be unsupervised." He shifted Remus out of his hold and handed him off to Janus who took him and set him on his hip. "I'm going to make him some food, entertain him while I'm gone." He turns and walks out leaving the too alone.

"So...what do you want to do buddy?"

Twenty minutes later Logan walks in on the two watching a horror film and looks positively exasperated.

"Why are you watching this with him?"

"Um...because he said he wanted to watch it?" Janus looks confused.

"He's two Jan, this is not age appropriate." He turns of the television with a click, getting whines from both Janus and Remus.

"Its lunch time anyways Remus." Logan tuts and lifts him off of Janus. He hands him a sippy cup and some dinosaurs nuggets which he quickly demolishes and whines in complaint when Logan wipes the crumbs and ketchup off his face.

"Hold still Remus." He grunts as he tries to get it while Remus shakes his head away.

"Remus."

Ree sticks out his tounge and hops down giggling and running out the door and into the imagination, he decided he wanted to cause some trouble.

Janus is up and chasing after him almost instantly while Logan shakes his head and sighs in his room, cleaning up the dishes.

Remus cackles as he watches jan try to follow him through the imagination. Remus knows every inch of the territory so he's much faster. At least he was until the imagination did its job. You see since Remus was in the imagination, the place where thoughts come to life, and his thoughts were currently that of a small child...well he shrunk rather quickly to that age and soon enough Janus caught up to him as he stumbled on his tiny legs.

"Gotchya!" Janus scooped him up and he shrieked with laughter, Jan couldn't help a small smile either.

"You certainly are a handful."

He smiles deviously and nods.

Jan brings him back to Logans room but he doesn't regain his usual size. Logan theorizes that he probably wont until he ages up again.

"Remus." Logan scolds when they arrive back. "You cannot run off like that." Ree just sticks out his tounge with a small pout.

"I know baby." Logan takes him from Jan. "It isnt fair is it? But the imagination is dangerous for a child to be all alone in. What if the dragon witch saw you?"

He shrugged, he hadn't thought of that.

"Exactly." Logan set him down on the bed and Remus let out a tiny yawn.

"Is it naptime?" Janus asks

"No!" Remus shouted.

"Oh so you aren't tired?" Janus asked eyebrow raised.

"....nooo... "

"That's a lie." He said "do you know what happens to little babies who lie?"

Remus shook his head.

"They turn into tacos!" Janus quickly wraps him up in a blanket as he giggles wildly.

Janus slips him under the comforter and he frowns "you tricked me!"

"That I did." Jan smirks "now get some rest little hatchling." He grumbles but they taper off as Logan and Janus cuddle him to sleep.