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Commission for Toast aka @sketchy-tour!

Toast here asked me to make a tune for their Welcome Home OC, Dandy Leon, and the lovable Wally Darling. A sort of love song, if you will. Add on top of that an idea for a written scene between the two and you have this!

(Also I'm eating up your comments in Discord, please know that /pos)

This is my 29th creation. This is for Dandy Leon and Wally Darling. A song of spring, being in bloom, and many references to Dandy's Delights (for this is a tune with Dandy in it!). The goobers are waltzing in the garden and having fun little stumbles, but they're enjoying themselves because the world is in bloom.

Painted Flowers

25 March 2024 — 26 March 2024

Summary: Wally wants to paint someone to day. But who should he paint? Barnaby suggests to him, "Why not Dandy?"

Word Count: ~2.8k words

TW: None

Author’s Note: Enjoy! Also on AO3 as a gift.

One day, Wally Darling woke up and decided that he was going to paint today.

If someone were to ask him why, like his best friend did when the large blue pooch stopped by the painter’s sentient house, he couldn’t explain it. “I just want to paint today, Barnaby,” Wally said in his signature monotonous voice. He pocketed some of his paintbrushes and tubes of acrylic paint in the pockets of his blue cardigan as he added, “I have a problem, though.”

“Eh? What’s botherin’ my lil’ apple today?” Barnaby B. Beagle asked as he leaned against Home’s outer walls. The dark blue ear closest to the front door perked up as he joked, “Ain’t it too early to feel gray? I thought that was Frank’s job!” The dog howled in laughter, then in mock pain as Home lightly smacked him with his door. “Alright, alright! I get it Home!”

Wally laughed a quiet little “Ha ha ha,” even though he didn’t quite get what was funny about the joke. The few times he had asked Barnaby to explain a joke to him, his best friend had groaned and placed a paw over his snout.

“A joke ain’t funny if I hafta explain it,” he had said, “but for you, lil’ buddy, fine. I will.” Barnaby had patted his shoulder to show that he meant no ill will with his tone, but that night and for the next few ones, Wally had tried and failed to squash the thought that he might’ve ruined his best friend’s jokes forever.

“Home, I get it. No makin’ fun of the sourpuss– Home!” Barnaby let out a few more laughs, then thumped at his chest twice as he cleared his throat. “Lil’ buddy, ya said ya had a problem?”

“Oh, yes. I have a problem.” Wally wordlessly gave Barnaby a blank canvas, then his folded wooden easel. The former was off white and lightly textured, while the latter was light brown with splatters of miscellaneous colors. The hinges were squeaky with use and no longer smelled of wood but instead, it smelled faintly of chemicals from the paints he used.

It was bad for him, according to Frank and Poppy, but he found it comforting. Could something that was bad also be comforting? He would have to ask someone about it.

But, that was for later. Another problem for later.

“I don’t know what to paint,” Wally said as he grabbed his palette, stepped outside, and closed the door. He craned his neck up, took a few steps away from his taller friend, then craned his neck a little less. “I don’t feel like painting red apples. But I like painting red apples. I don’t feel like painting you, but I like painting you too.” He fiddled with one of his paintbrushes, running the clean bristles over his fingers as he asked, “What should I do, Barnaby?”

“Well, gee Walls.” Barnaby furrowed his brow as he exhaled through his nose. “How’s about ya paint one of your neighbors?”

“Oh. That’s a good idea.” Wally paused stroking his fingertips with the paintbrush bristles, then resumed as another problem made itself apparent. “But who? Who should I paint today Barnaby?”

“Well, you can’t paint me! You said you didn’t wanna.”

“I still love you Barnaby.”

“Yeah, love ya too.” Barnaby started to thump his foot on the ground, quietly letting out a low growl as he thought. “Who have ya painted?”

“I’ve painted you, Barnaby. I’ve painted Julie, and I’ve painted Frank. I’ve painted Sally, and I’ve painted Poppy. I’ve painted Eddie, and I’ve painted Howdy.” Wally counted off each neighbor on each of his fingers, and he was left with one finger left standing. “I’ve tried to paint Home, but Home is very large and requires a lot of time. I will finish Home’s portrait soon.”

Home creaked an apology.

“It’s okay Home.”

“Huh. How about ya paint one of our other neighbors?” Barnaby asked. “How’s about that one with the sunflowers in their yard? Dandy?”

“Dandy?” Wally stopped brushing his fingertips as the name bounced around his head, trying to attach itself to a face. Sunflowers in their yard…green…brown hat…flowers. But not Julie’s type of flowers. Julie’s flowers were loud and vibrant, brave and running towards what she loved. Flowers attached to Dandy’s name were bright, yes, but they were gentle. They curled away from harsh words and they bloomed in the quiet moments.

The painter gasped. “Oh! Yes! I should paint Dandy!” Almost at once, the floodgates in his brain opened. Ideas flooded his mind, breaking through darkness with shades of green and yellow and red. He almost wished that he was as big as Barnaby so he could walk further with each step. His plans of painting couldn’t wait!

Barnaby let out a howl of laughter and gestured to the main road with a jerk of his head. “C’mon lil’ apple. Let go get your sunflower’s portrait painted.”

“My sunflower?” Wally asked as the pair started on the journey to the gardener’s house. “Barnaby, the sunflowers belong to Dandy. And I will be painting Dandy, not their sunflowers.”

The blue dog snickered. “Alright lil’ buddy.”

Wally didn’t understand that joke either.

The sun shone down on the pair of best friends as they approached the earthy-colored house. Even from a distance, the yellow flowers stood tall towards the sun, almost greeting them with how they were turned towards them. Some were lightly tied to wooden stakes, but they still looked healthy.

Standing next to the sunflowers was a puppet with green felt, short and fluffy brown hair, and squarish glasses on their face. The sleeves of their brown cardigan were partially rolled up as they inspected some of the leaves of the sunflowers, their face deep in concentration as their mouth moved slightly with words that were too quiet to hear.

“Heya Dandy!” Barnaby barked out as the distance between the puppets started to close.

Dandy jumped and looked up from their work. Their eyes widened and they scrambled to dust off their clothes, roll down their sleeves, and step out of the thick of their sunflowers. “Wally! Barnaby!” they called back. “What can I do for y’all?”

“Funny, they called your name first Walls,” Barnaby murmured.

“That was supposed to be funny?” Wally asked.

“Eh.” Barnaby shrugged and turned his attention back to Dandy. “Wally here wants to paint ya.”

Wally watched as Dandy’s gaze rapidly turned to him, hovered for a moment too long, then turned back to his best friend. “Me?” the gardener asked as they pointed to themself. Their gaze turned back to Wally as they repeated, “You want to paint me?”

“Yes,” Wally breathed. “I want to paint you, Dandy.”

“I — ” The gardener's hands started to wave dismissively as their eyes dropped to the ground. “I don’t think I’m good enough to be painted! I’m a mess, and I have dirt on my hands. My hair is messy, and I have to send some flowers to Howdy’s — ”

With one swift motion, Barnaby unfolded Wally’s easel and placed it down nearby. He then patted Dandy’s head and chuckled at the yelp of surprise the gardener let out. “Re-lax Dandy. Walls here ain’t gonna eat cha alive!”

Wally’s fingers tightened around his cardigan for a brief moment. His eyes itched.

Not today. Not today.

Barnaby placed the blank canvas down on the empty easel and patted Wally on the shoulder before he bid the two shorter puppets farewell and walked away. “Peace out ‘n have fun! I’ll be at Howdy’s if ya need me!”

Wally waved goodbye to the blue dog, then turned his attention back to Dandy. “I will be painting you soon, neighbor.”

“Wally,” Dandy murmured. They kept looking at the ground, their voice even quieter than when Barnaby was there. Their brows were furrowed slightly and their mouth was pressed together in a thin line. “You don’t have to paint me. I think there are better neighbors to paint than lil’ ol’ me,” they chuckled. At the last half of their sentence, they sounded a bit like Eddie.

“I want to,” Wally countered. “I really do want to paint you.” He started to take out some of the acrylic tubes and laid them on the excess wood of the easel. He untwisted some of the caps to loosen them up, then carefully squeezed a bit of paint onto his palette one at a time. A bit of black and white in the corner for mixing, then green here and yellow there. Blue as well, and brown was very important.

“I woke up today and wanted to paint,” he confessed. “But I didn’t want to paint red apples or Barnaby, even though I love both red apples and Barnaby very much. Oh, thank you Dandy.”

The gardener blushed as they helped screw the caps of the paints back on. “I can getcha a cup of water for your paints. And a stool, if you want one.”

“A stool for the paint water would be nice, thank you.”

As Dandy hurriedly walked inside their house, Wally made it his mission to stare at the blank canvas with a paintbrush in one hand and his palette in the other. He had the subject, and he had the colors. He had the idea, no matter how faint it was. But now that he was here, with his subject nearby and with his colors laid out, the idea was rapidly vanishing.

His grip on the paintbrush tightened. The pose. How should Dandy pose? And any objects? Should they be holding anything in their hands? How much of Dandy should he paint?

He wanted to paint today, that he knew. But why was it so hard to paint?

“ —lly? Wally?”

The pompadoured puppet let in a sharp inhale of air and turned towards the voice.

Dandy gasped in return, backing away slightly. They bumped against the stool where an old cup filled with water sat, and they cried out to catch it as it wobbled precariously. “Golly! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Wally said. He found his voice again — again; he was losing it…what year was it? — and forced himself to take a slow, calm breath. “I still want to paint you, Dandy. But, I’m having trouble imagining how I want to paint you.”

“Paint me however you want Wally, and I’m sure it’ll look nice.” Dandy’s gaze alternated between him and the ground, and their felt still showed hints of a blush. Pinkish, maybe red.

Like apples.

Wally slowly raised his paintbrush and started to circle it in midair, pretending that the ends of the brush were covered in red paint. He brushed an imaginary stroke upwards to make a stem, then two smooth lines to make a leaf. He liked apples. Those were the first things he painted.

What did Dandy like?

“Oh!” he gasped. “Dandy, can I paint you with sunflowers?”

“Sunflowers?” Dandy repeated. “The tall ones or the ones I picked earlier for Howdy’s?”

Wally paused. He looked at the sunflowers that towered above their heads nearby. Instead of looking friendly, they now looked intimidating. “I want to paint you with the sunflowers closer to your face.”

“My face? Oh, you’re going to paint my face?” Dandy’s hands waved, though not as erratically as Julie. “Can’t I hide behind my sunflowers? I’m a mess like I said and the sunflowers are more beautiful than I am and — ”

“Dandy.”

Dandy stopped.

“I think my neighbors look beautiful on my canvas because I paint what I see.” Wally’s smile widened as he added, “And I think the painting I want to do with you and your sunflowers will be beautiful too.”

If Dandy’s face could turn into a pretty red apple, it would. The gardener sputtered something before they stumbled away and stumbled back with a large bouquet of sunflowers in their hands. Dozens of yellow petals shone outwards, almost giving Sally a challenger for the brightest one in the neighborhood. In their centers, hundreds of seeds created a dark contrast.

In the middle of it all, Dandy’s face was buried in it.

Wally didn’t mind so much. He needed to paint the sunflowers first.

So began the long and slow process of mixing colors to create the right shade, then applying them onto the canvas in gentle strokes. The petals were abstract shapes at first, radiating from a circle of darkness in the center. As Wally switched brushes and added details, the sunflowers gained personality. Individual petals started to differentiate, and someone could pluck out the seeds if they wished to.

He dipped the brush in the murky paint water and started on the puppet. He looked around the canvas and saw Dandy’s face still buried in the sunflowers.

That was no good.

He placed the paintbrush on the stool and slowly approached them. “Dandy. Could you lift your face up please? I need to paint it.”

Dandy hesitantly complied, but most of their face was still covered by yellow petals. “The sunflowers are more beautiful,” they faintly insisted. “They’re in bloom.”

“You are in bloom too,” Wally said. Despite his brush hand smelling slightly of paint, he reached out and cupped his hand against Dandy’s cheek. He gently lifted their warm face up and out of the sunflowers and said, “You are in bloom, Dandy. Like the sunflowers, and the apple blossoms.

“I woke up and wanted to paint today. I wanted to paint, and you are in bloom. Why should I not paint a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers and the neighbor that grew them?”

A long, palpable pause stretched out between the two. Wally wondered if he made a mistake with this. He knew that Frank didn’t like to be touched very often, so what if Dandy was the same?

Then, Dandy slowly smiled. Their smile radiated through the sunflowers, and for a second, Wally thought that the gardener was the most pretty flower he’d seen.

His own smile widened and he withdrew his hand. “This…this is the most! I will paint this now!” He swiftly came back to his canvas and started mixing the right shade of green. The portrait slowly came together. First the general shape, then the details. The highlights came last. A few broad strokes for a blue sky, and…!

“Dandy, it’s done.” Wally placed each used paintbrush into the murky paint water, one by one as he waited for the subject of his painting to shuffle around the easel to look at his work.

On the canvas, were dozens of sunflowers arranged in a strong bouquet intermixed with delicate petals. The sunflowers themselves were made of strokes of yellow and circles of black, highlighted by elegant lines that made each detail pop. In the middle of it all, was a puppet whose smile was the centerpiece of the painting. Eyes slightly squinted shut from how wide they were smiling, a hint of red on their cheeks, and hands that held the entire bouquet together by their stems.

A gasp followed by a squeal of joy. Hand waving and heel bouncing briskly followed, alongside quiet bursts of “It’s so beautiful!” and “The detail on the sunflowers!”

Wally watched Dandy go through several levels of joy and awe, and the semi-permanent smile on his face softened. His partially-lidded eyes took in the small details: brown eyes that sparkled at the work of art on the canvas; the little yellow flower on their hat that never wilted; gentle flowers that reached towards the sun, fingers curling around the drops of light and holding it close.

Quiet.

“Do you want to keep it?”

“I…I shouldn’t.” The light was escaping from their fingertips.

Did he do that?

“I insist. I would be honored if you took it.” Wally gingerly took the still-drying painting and held it out towards Dandy. “I want you to have it.”

Dandy’s mouth pressed into a thin line as they looked down at the ground for a moment, then thrust the sunflowers in front of them. “Take these. I’d feel bad if you didn't have something in return. I can always get more for Howdy, it’s not a big deal.”

The next minutes were spent juggling an exchange; between trying not to touch any paint on the canvas and not dropping any sunflowers on the ground, the two spent an excessive amount of time trying to give each other the items. In the end, Dandy was left holding their portrait and Wally had a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

Dandy lightly bounced inside their house, and Wally was left outside with a sunny-smelling bundle of flowers counteracting against the chemical scent of his acrylics. He buried his face within the flowers and deeply inhaled. Between strong whiffs of paint, he breathed in drops of sunlight.

“The most,” he exhaled. “These are the most.”

For the next several days, anyone who peeked in the window of Home could catch a glimpse of a vase filled with cut sunflowers. They were perky and alive, and it certainly complimented a fresh red apple that always sat next to the vase for as long as the sunflowers lived.

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The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 8

A/N: Commission for DestiniDestati! Thank you so much again for your support~! Chapter 9 will release in the coming week as I work on it!

Chapter 8: The Ashen Gray Horsemen of the Afterlife - Death

The halls of the estate were quieter than usual. Delta would have easily blamed that on the hour as it was just past one in the morning. Maybe it was the atmosphere that constantly loomed over Eos, but he couldn't help but be rightfully on edge.

Even the guards usually could be heard wandering the hallways, but not at this time.

“I’m being paranoid,” he grumbled to himself, heading for the room that he had chosen to be his office. Pulling out his key, he opened the door to be welcomed to a rather grizzly sight.

One of the men that usually patrolled his area of the estate was mercilessly killed, slouched within his office chair. 

“Who in the hell—!” Running further into the room, he tried to get a better look at the injuries that were caused only to freeze the moment the eerie creaking of the door closing caught his attention.

Standing in the shadows was the Fallen King—the Horseman of Death.

Noctis’ eyes stared accusingly at Delta as he walked closer to the man who seemed to do his all to steel himself against the powerful king. “I want to have a word with you.”

Delta made certain the desk kept them apart. “Just the two of us, huh?”

“Don’t worry,” Noctis began with a low growl rumbling in his words, “I used a sleep spell on some of the guards in the estate. You’ll be lucky if anybody comes to your rescue should you cry out for help.” Grabbing onto his scythe, Noctis pointed the hooked weapon at Delta. His eyes narrowed, showing that mercy would only depend on the outcome of this meeting. “Now, I have questions.”

His palms pressed against the top of his desk, locking eyes with the Horseman of Death. “Oh? And what would they be?” 

“What was the deal you struck up with Ardyn?”

Hearing such a forward question, Delta scoffed to himself. “That would insinuate you know what and who your precious Bride is, Death. To my understanding, she only told one other.”

[pink-writer-girl]

Hey guys I'm doing a bundle with my writing commissions for this month because I'm really short on money and I have to pay my bills

Writing examples down below 👇

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A friend of mine told me I also could offer written commissions, because there's people who seems to love my fics (AWH! <3), something what I have not realize to offer.

But this is where I need some help / advice: How much people usually ask from written commission / story?

I would prefer price range for a page, not words. Thanks!

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Commissions for @boredandblank

I was given permission to post the 3 mini commissions I wrote for @boredandblank  based on the PS3 game Dark Sector’s protagonist, Hayden Tenno. I was asked to used prompts from a writing meme actually, all about making him miserable basically xD Enjoy!

One: Nightmares, Can’t Sleep, Hopelessness

They were everywhere. Shadows of what were once human beings chasing him down. Metallic skin, people with the Technocyte clawing at his body while he tried to shove them all away. But they kept coming. He fired his gun, but the bullets were simply absorbed into skin that rippled like mercury. 

They were swarming, becoming an amalgamation of metal and bodies, undulating wildly and without rhyme or reason. They were gaining on him. He could feel their hot breaths and fingers gripping at his clothes. No matter how many times he shot at them, they kept absorbing the blows. The mass reached his feet. He ran, not going anywhere. A chunk of the mass broke off and became Nemesis, raising its scythe-like hand and bringing it down upon his shoulder, tearing into the skin. 

Hayden Tenno awoke with a start. He could still feel the remnants of the night terror prickling at his body, though the exact scene that played out in his sleep vanished quickly and he forgot what it was about. That didn’t stop his heart from pounding, his lungs gasping for air. Hayden took a couple deep breaths, and things clicked back into place. He had fallen asleep after barring himself inside a storage room, that’s right. He had decided to rest against a stack of burlap sacks. They were filled with lumps that were semi-soft, he didn’t question what was inside (although it gave off a foul odor like rotten fish). He just wanted some time to rest. It felt like he hadn’t rested for weeks. 

He raised his head and put it back down.  He should really get some sleep. He closed his eyes, and the Technocyte monsters appeared again, Nemesis standing tall and imposing behind them. This time Hayden went on the attack, using the weapon Nemesis infected him with to slice the other’s head off. Hayden was quick, but Nemesis was quicker. Lightning fast, its hand was around his neck and squeezing tightly. Hayden’s hand reacted instantly, flying to the clawed fingers digging into his neck and— he opened his eyes again, the weapon on his hand dangerously close to slitting his own throat. Hayden stared at it for a beat. The thought was there. A dark thought that he knew he shouldn’t be having, but was very tempting.

“Dammit, maybe I should do it-” he murmured to no one. He held the blade over his neck, letting the thought sink in more and more. Why was he doing this anyway? When he first came to Lasria, he had been so sure of his objective. Even when he was dubious about the effectiveness of the booster shot he was given, he was sure he would get the job done. As he went into his second night of being infected himself, he wasn’t so sure anymore. What was the point? It’s not like he’d be able to even get out of Lasria because of his infection, which wasn’t even his fault, dammit. It was that motherfucker Mezner, that sonuva bitch Nemesis, hell, even the CIA could fuck itself. They wouldn’t give him the antidote even when he asked for it, the bastards.

It’d be so easy to just end it… 

Just one little slice and all his problems would be gone…

Hayden’s hand trembled, feeling the oddly cold and malleable surface waver and vibrate. It was pressed against his skin now. Any more and his skin would puncture and bleed. He wouldn’t feel it. It’d be over quickly. That’s what the Agency trained him for, wasn’t it? This was essentially a suicide mission and he was a pawn the whole time. If he offed himself, nobody would miss him, nobody would know…

Nadia would know. Hayden’s brow furrowed. He grit his teeth and put his hand, his weapon, back down by his side. That was the coward’s way out. Although he didn’t exactly feel like a hero either. What was he exactly? Did it matter? He hadn’t eaten anything for so long, maybe all these thoughts were because of hunger. Was that the empty feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach? Or was it the knowledge that this mission was a complete waste of time and no matter what he did, nothing mattered because he wouldn’t be able to get out of this pit?

Or maybe all these intrusive thoughts came because he couldn’t sleep. He felt like he hadn't slept in days. There was some scientific fact about lack of sleep being bad for your health or something, but was feeling like crap part of it? Fuck it, he wasn’t a scientist. Otherwise he’d be in a lab, probably studying a cure for the Technocyte disease, not in Lasria surrounded by people infected with it. 

Hayden put a hand to his head and forced his eyes to close. He needed to sleep. He needed sleep but his mind wouldn’t let him. Sometimes, and this was one of those times, he wished he could feel pain. Maybe he’d pass out from it and have a dreamless night (which was as good as having a nightmare-less night). Instead he was numb. He’d been numb his whole life. Maybe that numbness moved to his heart, his brain too. Maybe that’s why he felt so out of sorts. That’s right. It was the lack of sleep talking, not him. This wasn’t him. It wasn’t-

There was a sudden violent banging on the barricaded door, causing Hayden to shoot upright. The door started to shutter on its hinges. The infected would break  in soon. So much for trying to get some rest. Not like his brain was going to let him anyway. 

With a strained grunt, Hayden got to his feet. The banging on the door continued. He rolled his neck, getting at least a couple satisfying pops out of it. 

“Looks like I have some house guests…”

Right now, this would be Hayden’s life. Until he succumbed to the Technocyte virus, he wasn’t going anywhere outside of Lasria.

Two: Applying Bandages, Stitching Self Up, Lost and Alone

It was a stupid mistake that could’ve been easily avoided. It was a mistake that anyone could’ve made, but Hayden couldn’t afford any mistakes. And now he was clutching his shoulder, blindly stumbling through alleyways, and trying desperately to avoid being detected by anything less than human. 

It started when his foot hit an empty can when he wasn’t looking. He had just put a bullet through the head of Viktor Sudek and was confronted by Robert Mezner and Nemesis. They probably left him for dead, but it’d take a lot more than that to kill him. Anyway, after he pulled himself together and unsteady on his feet, he stumbled into a can, sending it bouncing against the alley wall until rolling to a stop. The sound echoed off the concrete walls, breaking a suffocating silence and making Hayden flinch. Then it was quiet again. Until it alerted every Technocyte victim within a fifty foot radius, which was a lot more than he thought since so far he’d been lucky at not seeing any nearby. But one little clang, and the moaning and scrambling feet came from all around, heading straight towards him.  

“Shit-” He tried to press his hand harder to the wound, but blood continued to seep through his fingers. That was his second mistake. After being heard and spotted by at least twenty zombies, Hayden had fired his gun at them, not looking where he was going, and backed into one. With a guttural growl it grabbed his shoulder. No, a better word would be it tore at his shoulder, because both shirt and skin were torn away from his body. Hayden didn’t notice the bleeding until he sliced off the attacker’s head with his new weapon conveniently growing from his infected arm.

“Shit-” he had muttered the same cuss word when he realized blood was now dripping down his arm. He needed to find somewhere safe to patch himself up. He couldn’t think too much about it however, since he could hear more infected quickly approaching. Damn, if only he could just patch that before-

A crash behind him made Hayden spin around. He had to get moving or else he’d probably lose his whole arm next time. Still clutching his shoulder, he scrambled as fast as he could, out of the crumbling building and into the street. 

And that’s where he was right now. Panting, feeling light-headed from the bloodloss, and yet not feeling the pain of his wound. The world was beginning to spin, but he wouldn’t let himself pass out, not yet. He didn’t care where his feet took him, as long as it was somewhere he could be relatively safe. 

An infected zombie stepped out from a blind corner and scared the crap out of him. He immediately sliced its head off. The headless body slumped to the ground like a sack of meat. Where the fuck did that one come from? Hayden quietly stepped over the body and found that there was a gaping hole in the side of a building, just big enough for someone with Technocyte, or him, to crawl through. Taking a chance, Hayden crouched and shimmied into the hole. It was empty, thank God. Now he could address the wound. 

Taking bandages out of his pack, he tore it with his teeth. Even if he couldn’t feel the pain his wound was causing, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it worse. He sat down hard with a grunt. Now maybe he could assess the damage- oh. He was still bleeding. Really hard. He’d have to take his shirt off first. It was ripped already but he didn’t want any threads getting stuck under his skin. He didn’t have any antiseptics either. That wasn’t good. He’d have to find some later. The place was littered with so much junk he didn’t think it’d be a problem finding something useful, right?

Hayden pressed the gauze onto the wound, feeling the skin react, but not transferring to his brain. Damn, if he was anyone else, this would’ve probably really hurt. Good thing he couldn’t feel it. 

He then took the bandage and began wrapping the wound, going slowly so he wouldn’t make too much noise. The crunch of the bandage as he wrapped was the only sound in that small space, next to his labored breathing which he tried to calm. 

As he continued to wind the bandage, Hayden glanced up and out of the hole he hid in. He was so busy trying to get away from the zombies chasing after him, he didn’t even bother to look where he was going. He wasn’t familiar with Lasria in the first place, all he knew was that he needed to get to the radio station, contact his superiors. He was headed in the right direction when he started out, but he took so many turns trying to shake his pursuers that he didn’t know which way was up, let alone which way to the radio tower. You’d think with a tower you’d be able to see it rising above the tops of the buildings, but luck wasn’t on his side. The city was so congested they practically blotted out the sun if the smog itself didn’t already.

Almost finished with the bandaging. Hayden was itching to get out of this cramped space. Not only did a Technocyte zombie crawl out of the spot where he was now sitting, there was only one way out, and the even more chilling thought, only one way in. What if a horde of them appeared? He wasn’t ready. He was in the middle of something. He was unarmed- well, technically that wasn’t true anymore, not with his new bio-weapon. But still. The thought of flinging his now-infected arm through more than one head… Was it even possible? While he did want to test it out, it’d be stupid to try in this hidey-hole. He needed out. He needed instruction. He needed… damn, he needed someone to talk to or else this isolation would drive him nuts.

Hayden decided his patch job was good enough. It was getting darker and he needed to move. The more he stayed put the more thoughts got to him. And that didn’t do him any good.

Three: Unsteady, Falls Trying to Leave Room, Pounding Headache

“The Black Market can supply you with weapons, in case you-” Yargo Mensik gestured towards Hayden’s arm. “Run out of ammo.” 

Hayden also looked down at his arm and flexed his fingers. Yargo sure talked a lot. 

“You can find Black Market in certain marked manhole covers, the symbol looks like this-” Yargo began to draw a crude picture of some type of flower. He passed it to Hayden, who reluctantly took it. He squinted as he tried to figure out what it was supposed to be. Yargo shrugged. “Forgive my artistic skills, they are lacking. The symbols on the manhole covers look like lotus flowers. You know what lotus flower looks like, yeah? Good, good. Find these, and the black market will take care of you… for the right amount of rubles, of course.”

Hayden was tempted to roll his eyes. “Thanks.” Every time he had to kill someone, the meager amount of rubles they had on their body was pathetic. If he was going to get anything upgraded, he’d have to kill a lot more people. And despite having done it so many times before, it just didn’t sit right with him. These weren’t soldiers he was killing. They were once human. They had lives, as crappy as they were having to live in squalor. Wrong place at the wrong time. He pushed back his chair to leave. 

“Oh, one more thing, Agent Tenno.” Yargo slid a clean bandage across his desk. “You best change that one you have on your shoulder. I give this one to you, since I know the scraps you find around here are dirty at best. Patch yourself up before you go.”

Hayden reached out to grab the bandage, his head suddenly becoming dizzy. He shook it. “Thanks, but I’m kind of in a hurry. I’ll do it later.” 

He stood up to leave. The room spun. He must’ve done it too quickly, all the blood was rushing to his feet. He put his head in his hand.

“Are you feeling alright, Agent Tenno?” Yargo raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward in his chair.

Hayden grit his teeth. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Obviously he wasn��t fine. He couldn’t feel the pain, but maybe that wound was worse than he thought. No, he was imagining things. He couldn’t have lost that much blood when he was attacked, right? 

“Maybe you should sit down for a moment. You don’t look too good.” Yargo’s words expressed concern, but the tone of his voice was flat, like he was stating that it was cloudy that day. Hayden shook his head, and that little movement set off a sudden pounding like he’d never felt before (because in all honesty, he hadn’t). What the fuck was this? What was going on? Yargo was standing, leaning over towards him.

“I think you should sit.” It was no longer a statement of concern but an order. Who did he think he was? Yargo was a sleeper agent, he wasn’t even activated. For all things considered, Hayden was talking with a run of the mill old man from the area who didn’t know anything. 

“I have to go-” Hayden turned again to go, Yargo not stopping him this time. He took one step. Two steps. He was almost to the door when the dizziness and pounding headache became unbearable. Hayden lost his footing and fell to the floor. He tried to put his hands out to stop himself, but his wound had made him weak and his arms crumpled before his face hit the ground, not soon after the rest of his body did. He felt the impact, knew it was bad by the sound of his shoulder bandage ripping, but the pounding headache was all he could focus on. Why wasn’t Yargo saying anything? Or… or was he? Through the constant thumping of his own pulse in his head and the loud ringing in his ears it was hard to make out anything else. 

“—and, Agent Tenno?” 

Yargo’s voice was muffled, like it was underwater. Hayden let out a constrained grunt. Stop talking, I can’t hear you. Did he say that out loud or was he thinking it? He didn’t know, he could only feel the pounding. But Hayden suddenly felt his arm being gripped and his body hoisted up. The room was still spinning. Through all the ringing and pain, he could feel himself being walked back across the room. Each step sent a vibration shooting up through his leg and body, rattling his still-pounding headache. He kept walking though, even if it was more a shuffle at a snail’s pace. His legs hit something solid and he crumpled into the chair he was just sitting in. 

“Give me that bandage, I will do it myself.” That was Yargo, his voice finally penetrating through the pounding. “I have some vodka too. You look like you need something strong. Set your head right.” There was a clink, a pouring, and Hayden felt glass press against his good hand. “Here. Drink up.”

Hayden took the glass filled with the clear liquid reluctantly, sniffed it to make sure he wasn’t being poisoned. 

“You think I would poison you? I am on your side. Now drink.” 

Hayden felt pressure on his shoulder before pulling, the sound of bandages crusty with dried blood being torn away and pulling on his skin. He downed the shot. It burned his throat and stung on the way down, but it managed to clear his head a little. It wasn’t pounding so much. He held the shot glass aloft and jiggled it to get Yargo’s attention. 

“You want another shot, Agent Tenno?” Hayden could hear the smile in his words. He grunted.

“Be a pal and top me off, Mensik.”

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ITS THREE AM AND YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CANNOT KILL ME IN A WAY THAT MATTERS COMMISSION NEEDS????

S PI R A L S

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Would you rather have a twink dad or lesbian daughter

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Introduction + Open Written Commission Requests!

Heyo, heya, hiya! XD How are you all doing today? Happy Jolly Friday!! :D I hope that all of you are doing very well and staying safe! My name is Christopher Ribeiro, but you can just call me Dragon Destroyer or Dragon! I'm 21 years old and currently live in New York. I am a fresh out of the farm writer and have been writing for about 2 years now, so my writing skills may not be very good for right now, but I am going to keep improving! I am a massive anime geek and it has been a part of my life since 2006 and still continue to watch anime today. My favorite kind of music is a mix of Rock, Anime, Heavy Metal, Christian Rock, and more! I am currently accepting written commissions for various Anime/Manga custom made powers, magic spells, countries/kingdoms/locales, character backstories, and more to come! If you want more information on what I can offer, then feel free to check out this link right over here for more information -> DragonComms Commission Menu (Anime/Manga) - Google Docs. You can also reach out to me on Discord -> dr4gondestr0yer#1983. And with that being said and done, that is it from me for today! XD Thank you all so very much for your time and I hope to get to meet all of you and maybe even make new friends with you guys. Until next time, eat well, sleep well, play hard, work hard, take care of yourselves, and Happy Jolly Friday!!!

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Once upon a time...

Ref: Fern fanart (Sousou no Fieren)

Inspiration and song: Star Sky (Two Steps from Hell)

Happy New Year 2024 DoL folks.

The clock just strived a new day of the new year in my country. A new beginning is upon us and I wish for this year to be gentle to all of my loved ones, including you. Thank you for staying, and please continue to kindly look after me, too.

Sincere. Your Dollya.

[the-blind-geisha]

The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The White Horse of the Plague - Conquest

Thank you again, @DestiniDestati for your commission and desire to support this story!

There was something uncomfortable about even being in the presence of this man. The way he presented himself, spoke, all of it—it made me feel a memory rattle in the back of my mind that I wanted to leave dormant.

Imprisoned within his office, I found comfort in the fact that Ignis was at least at my side. If anybody could see through any dark veil that a person could cloak upon themselves, he would.

I demanded answers the moment this Delta sat down behind his desk. “Now, what do you want with us?”

Delta overlapped his fingers, grinning ear to ear as he eyed us up and down. “Merely wanted to chat about something, my Lady. I thought it would have been better for your ears alone, all things considered.”

That sounded like a threat.

Ignis could sense me tensing up, urging him to outstretch his hand to prevent me from lashing out if I so chose to. 

I knew better. I would dare not do such a thing, even if I felt compelled. “What are you hinting at? Hurry it along, as I do not desire my time to be wasted.”

Delta sighed with a playful roll of his eyes. “Mm, of course.” He went quiet, perhaps debating on what to say about it all. “You know, there are stories out there that speak of a missing astral.”

There was a feverish beating in my heart the moment he said such a thing. “You listen to such fairy tales?”

He scoffed at me. “They interest me, dear Bride of Chaos. Of course I do. Sometimes fairy tales hold truth to them.”

I pretended to be disinterested. “Get to the point.” In a way, I knew he wouldn't. He loved playing around with me for some reason.

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My new commission sheet ^^

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One FAQ to Rule Them All...

Because I'm lazy, I'm putting all of my info for all three of my blogs in one place! General rules, resources, and answers to common questions can all be found here with appropriate links!

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My general, all asks allowed blog is here! This one is more of a catch-all for the other fandoms I enjoy, NSFW posts included. It's the newest so if you'd like to help me out you can give it a follow!

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So, why am I here? I got started writing requests for free, and I still do them now when my schedule permits! You can pop into my ask box whenever it's open, give me a short synopsis, and I'll write headcanons or short stories for the fandoms and characters you love. Whether you prefer to be wordy or just drop in with the bare details, I'll absolutely make it happen if inspiration hits. I do try to answer everything in my inbox eventually, but I can't guarantee it.

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3. Requests will be answered if and when I have the time and inspiration. There's no problem asking me what I am working on, but repeated inquiring will be ignored. Yes, this means it may never be answered, but unfortunately I work a full time job and just can't dedicate myself to this blog. Maybe someday that will change!

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2. What are prompts? I tend to enjoy applying the same scenario to different characters, as I find it a fantastic writing excercise, so I will develop prompts around specific situations as a kind of shorthand!

3. Will you Roleplay with me? I'm afraid I'm just not much into RP, sorry!

That's all for now! Thank you and have a lovely day!

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hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

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Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

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Commission for @mrandretti7

Since this was going to be a birthday present, I couldn’t share the commission until the 29th of June but I forgot to post until today hue ;u; Another steamy smut scene MHA x Free! crossover hhhh

The air felt cool on Shoto Todoroki’s skin as he lined up at the starting point of the lap pool. Rin Matsuoka stood at the lane next to him, adjusting his goggles. 

“See you at the finish, if you make it!”

Todoroki’s lip twitched. Ever since he transferred to Samezuka High School from UA to pursue swimming, this guy seemed to have it out for him. The first day he joined the swim club, Rin commented on his body type and how it wasn’t fit for swimming. 

“Maybe you should join the Wrestling Club!” he had laughed. The rest of the swim club laughed too. 

He vowed he’d beat Rin at his own game then. He knew he had to get stronger at swimming, but it wasn’t long until Rin said he wanted to race. 

“So I can show everyone why you’d just slow us down!” he said. 

“You’re on,” Todorok had spat at the ground where Rin’s feet were. He wished it hit Rin’s foot.

The coach held up a hand and gave the ready. Todoroki and Rin knelt into position. When the whistle blew, the two kicked off and sped through the water. Todoroki let his anger fuel his kicks, his strokes. He didn’t care for the cheering he could barely hear over the splashing, he only wanted to beat this jerk at his own game. 

Before he knew it, he felt his hand touch the other wall. He lifted his head with a gasp to the sound of cheering. Less than a second later, Rin touched the wall in the lane next to him. The maroon-haired swimmer was breathing pretty hard, his cheeks were flushed, but that toothy grin was there with malice behind his eyes. 

“Looks like you won,” he panted. 

Before Todoroki could respond, Rin had already climbed out of the pool and was headed to the locker room. Todoroki was held back for some congratulatory slaps on the back and high fiving. They were saying that he shouldn’t listen to Rin, he was still bitter after losing to Iwatobi High in the last swim meet. Todoroki only knew that school from the story of this school’s loss from them. 

He finally managed to slip away to the locker room to shower off while the coach distracted all the other swimmers. As much as he was enjoying swimming, the chlorine turned his white hair light green if he didn’t wash it out. 

As he was removing his swim trunks and getting ready to wash up, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. He spun his head around only to see Rin standing there, towel around his waist and his arms folded over his chest. He still had that toothy grin on his face.

“You did well out there,” he jeered. He stepped closer. “I wanted to reward you for beating me.”

Todoroki shook his head. “Thanks but no thanks. I don’t need a reward.”

“But I insist.” Rin’s voice took on a different tone. He stepped closer still, and he grabbed the towel around his waist, giving it a tug. It fell off in his hand, revealing that he was already aroused, standing rigid.

Todoroki stared at Rin, what he was doing. He couldn’t be serious, right? How could that be a reward? It wasn’t like he didn’t want it sometimes… but man, Rin was horrible at timing.

Todoroki couldn’t hide the flush to his cheeks. “I’m leaving,” he said. He tried to push past. Rin grabbed his arm and held on tightly. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He cocked an eyebrow, as if challenging the other to defy him. 

“Get out of my way,” Todoroki said, keeping his tone even and steady. His heart was racing though. Whether in anger or excitement he couldn’t tell. He tried taking a deep breath to calm it. “Look, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I won and you lost. You’re not the best. You need to accept that-”

Todoroki couldn’t get the rest of his words out because Rin had pushed him back against the wall. Todoroki let out a surprised gasp. 

“Listen here you little brat,” Rin growled. “Yeah you’re new here, yeah you came from that school with all the heroes and have super powers, but that means nothing to me, got it?” 

Todoroki opened his mouth to snap back, but Rin had slammed their lips together in a forceful kiss. Todoroki’s hands flew to Rin’s hair. He gripped at it as hard as he could, making Rin growl. He felt his own length pushing back against Rin’s.

Rin was already breaking the kiss to moan in Todoroki’s ear, “You want me too, huh?” 

Todoroki could only pant a low, “Fuck you” before gasping as Rin was grabbing his dick and stroking it roughly against the other’s. Rin’s hand was so strong, Todoroki could only compare it to that of a hero’s, but Rin was no hero. Just a swimmer-

“Fuck-!”

Rin had grabbed Todoroki’s shoulders and spun him around, shoving his chest against the shower wall. Todoroki could feel his ass being held, moved and positioned. Was Rin really going to-? 

The tongue pressing against his opening answered his question. Todoroki’s fists clenched against the wet tiles feeling it push in-between his cheeks. He fought to keep the moan in his throat down, but it slipped past his lips anyway. Dammit… if he wanted to he could totally freeze that bastard where he knelt behind him… so why didn’t he?

Rin’s hands gripped his ass tightly while he tongue-fucked him. God, his tongue was so skilled, curling and flicking like that… Todoroki’s own length was throbbing, his ass aching for something bigger than just a tongue. Like he’d tell the other that. 

He ended up getting his unspoken wish when Rin stood again and re-positioned his hips. The shark-toothed swimmer chuckled. 

“Look at you, some winner you are now…” He leaned forward and bit at Todoroki’s ear, making the other whine. “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t stand…”

“I’d like to see you try-” Todoroki growled, knowing full well that his words were empty. His breath hitched at the feeling of being rubbed by something much bigger than a tongue, slowly pushing inside him. 

Rin filled him one inch at a time until the swimmer was buried to the hilt inside. “You like that? How you take all of me?” He began to pull back, his dick slick with the saliva he already pushed inside with his tongue. Todoroki could only whine in response.  He squeezed around the other, making Rin hiss. “Shit, you’re so tight…” 

Rin dug his fingers into Todoroki’s hips, getting a good hold, and slammed into him without warning. Todoroki’s eyes flew open. He cried out, but Rin didn’t stop. He slammed into him again, his dick pushing against that sweet bundle of nerves almost instantly. Todoroki felt his feet already failing him the more it was hit. 

It was as if Rin read his mind, because the swimmer pulled back and out suddenly, leaving Todoroki feeling empty and cold. 

“Put your arms around my neck,” Rin ordered. Todoroki glared at him, but felt that if he didn’t do what he was told, his legs wouldn’t be able to hold himself up anymore anyway. 

Once he wrapped his arms around Rin’s neck, Rin bent over and grabbed at both of Todoroki’s legs. Todoroki nearly slipped on the wet floor of the showers. 

“Careful,” Rin said as he hooked each of his arms under Todoroki’s knees. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty ass of yours.”

“Shut u—!!” Todoroki couldn’t even finish. Rin had lowered him onto his erection, letting gravity fill him up again. His hands gripped at Rin’s slick back, feeling the other start thrusting again. Oh, he was making the most lewd noises. He wished Rin would hurry up and get everything over with, whatever that entailed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last with how deep Rin got each time he let Todoroki drop down. His own erection bounced against Rin’s chest, the feeling of his skin rubbing up against him and the hitting of his prostate was sending him so close to the edge. He could feel that heat building up in his gut, and he knew it wasn’t the half of his power he got from his father. 

“Sh-shit, I’m close-!” he managed to cry. Rin shut him up with another kiss. The redhead bit down on his lip hard as Todoroki came. The hot seed spilled all over Rin’s chest, those muscles that were so firm and built from swimming. Rin cussed and started slamming Todoroki down onto his cock harder, faster. Todoroki’s mind was in a haze. Rin was being so rough, did he hate him that much-?

“I’m close too-” the swimmer managed to hiss, giving the former hero-in-training’s ass a hard slap and another pound onto his dick before cumming. The heat that shot up into Todoroki’s ass was thick, it filled him instantly. 

Rin gave a few more thrusts to ride out his orgasm, and each thrust made Todoroki see stars. He was still sensitive, but it didn’t seem to matter to Rin. In fact, the swimmer practically dropped Todoroki once he was done. 

Leaning against the wall, Rin still managed a smirk. “How do you like your ‘reward,’ Shoto Todoroki?”

Todoroki was breathless, but he didn’t need to answer because they both heard the sound of someone else in the locker room. Both Rin and Todoroki held their breath, expecting to see the coach walk around the corner, asking what the hell all that moaning was about. 

They didn’t expect to see a blond underclassman with magenta eyes and a baby face. One that Todoroki didn’t know, but apparently Rin did.

“Nagisa, what the fuck are you doing here?” Rin glanced down. “And why are you hard? Oh my god, were you watching us?! You creep!”

Nagisa was holding something in his hands. “Rin-chan, I want- I got a camera, and-”

“Were you filming us?!” Rin lashed out.

Nagisa’s cheeks puffed out in a pout. “You didn’t even let me finish, you meanie!”

Todoroki, still on the floor and coming off his own orgasm, still panting and out of breath, glanced from one to the other.

“I want to do it with you guys! Please!” Nagisa was setting up the camera already. “I even did stuff to myself so you don’t have to prepare me! Pretty please??” 

“What’s in it for us?” Todoroki asked. 

Rin glanced at him. “Yeah, what he said. What’s in it for us?”

Nagisa grinned. “You guys get to have your way with me, and I’ll send you a sexy video of us tonight. High def, special effects, you name it. I’ll get Rei-chan to work on it, he’s good with that kind of stuff.”

“Who’s Rei-chan?” Todoroki asked Rin. Rin shrugged. 

“Another underclassman at Iwatobi. I don’t know him, but-”

“Okay, ready!” 

The camera’s light was already flashing red as Nagisa bounded over to them, his own desire bouncing with each step. Although it was a lot smaller than either Rin’s or Todoroki’s, it was… cute… 

“Here I co- waah!” 

The younger one slipped on the wet tiles and skidded towards the other two flailing his arms wildly. Rin clicked his tongue and held out an arm to catch him before the blond seriously hurt himself. Todoroki got to his feet and helped too. He may not go to U.A. anymore, but he still felt the need to help those in need. 

Both Rin and Todoroki’s arms caught Nagisa, and the smaller looked up at both of them with a growing blush. 

“W-wow…” 

Rin immediately let go. “So are we gonna do this or what? You wanted it.”

He nodded, still in awe. “Yeah… Let me thank you for saving me…” Nagisa got down on his knees, and took Rin and Todoroki’s lengths in each hand. He began to stroke them both, so slowly. It caused a gasp to slip out of Todoroki, still feeling sensitive. Rin grunted and gripped Nagisa’s hair. 

“You’ll have to do better than this to thank us. Turn around, Nagisa.”

Nagisa nodded. He turned and presented himself to Rin, hands spreading his cheeks apart. Rin whistled. 

“You did prepare yourself. Look at how you open up, you little horny penguin…” He smacked Nagisa’s ass, which made the other squeal. “You want this so bad, huh? Here, you can have it.”

He began rubbing his tip on Nagisa’s hole, circling it and barely pushing inside. Nagisa whined for more. 

The underclassman gazed up at Todoroki. “I want you too…” He made grabbing motions with his mouth hanging open and his tongue salivating. “Pretty please?”

Todoroki was about to reply when Nagisa let out a loud mewl. Rin had pushed in all the way. The swimmer smirked as he started to thrust. “You’re so much looser than Mr. Red-and-White over there. You’re such a good boy, Nagisa-kun…” He smacked Nagisa’s ass again before gripping it.

Todoroki stepped closer and offered his own cock to the other. Nagisa took it to his lips with a whine. Todoroki was a little hesitant about being filmed at first (the little red light of the camera was always in his peripheral vision reminding him that what they were doing would be remembered), but with the way Nagisa’s tongue swirled around his length, he soon forgot all about it, and let his head fall back in ecstasy. His hands raked through the younger’s blond hair as he moaned around his desire. The vibrations in Nagisa’s throat only turned Todoroki on again, even though he already came once before. 

“Shit, quit squeezing me so hard-” Rin hissed. His grip on Nagisa’s hips tightened and his thrusts came quicker. Nagisa gasped, choking on Todoroki. He pulled his head back and Todoroki’s length popped out of his mouth. 

“Y-yes! So good!” Nagisa cried. The underclassman’s own length was twitching, precum leaking out the tip. Todoroki found himself smirking.

“Need help with that?” He reached down and stroked Nagisa’s cock, making the blond whine before taking Todoroki in his mouth again. 

The locker room echoed with the sound of their sex, wet skin slapping against wet skin, the soft, muffled moans coming from Nagisa, the low grunts from Rin, and the breathless panting from Todoroki. Rin had taken over pleasuring Nagisa this time, reaching around his front and smacking Todoroki’s hand away before taking Nagisa in his hand. His stroking was much rougher, and after a few pumps, Nagisa’s moans became desperate. He let out another muffled whimper as he came into Rin’s hand. Rin rubbed his thumb along the slit, giving Nagisa one more stroke to help him ride out his orgasm. He leaned over and whispered in Nagisa’s ear, “Good boy…” which made the younger whine harder. He had to pull his head back again.

“R-Rin-chan…” 

“Let’s switch places.” Rin pulled out of Nagisa, drawing a mewl from him. He was still standing at full mast walking over to Todoroki. “Your turn Red Velvet.”

“Red Velvet..?” Todoroki was shoved aside and Rin took his place in front of Nagisa’s mouth, which eagerly took Rin’s length in turn. Todoroki took his time going around Nagisa’s body to the other side. Once he was in front of Nagisa’s ass, he gazed at how the hole gaped and twitched in want. He could hear Nagisa whine and saw him glance back at him as if to say “What’s taking you so long?” 

Todoroki didn’t need to be asked twice (even if the first time was unspoken). He began rubbing the tip of his cock around Nagisa’s hole, and then pushed in a little bit at a time until he was balls deep. He had slid in so easily, and yet once he did, Nagisa was squeezing around him so tightly. Todoroki clenched his teeth and held onto Nagisa’s hips as he began to move. 

He heard Rin cuss and say he was about to cum again. “Fuck, Nagisa, your mouth is so good…” The redhead’s fingers curled in Nagisa’s hair, gripping tightly as his hips began to slam into the other’s mouth faster. Nagisa choked, pulling his head back right as Rin came again. Hot ropes of semen shot out over the other’s face. Nagisa’s tongue hung out of his mouth, catching what he could. 

“You taste so good, Rin-chan…” Nagisa licked his lips before letting out a loud moan. Todoroki was moving his hips faster too. “T-Todo-chan, so big…!” 

Rin curled a finger under Nagisa’s chin. “Not as big as me though, right Na-gi-sa?”

Nagisa whimpered, body rocking with each thrust Todoroki gave. “You’re the biggest, Rin-cha-ah!” 

Todoroki didn’t even announce that he was close, he just gripped Nagisa’s hips tighter, and with a final thrust, came inside the blond. 

“S-so full!” Nagisa moaned. He gazed back at Todoroki and pushed his hips back, some of the cum spilling out around Todoroki’s length. “You feel so good, Todo-chan…” He turned towards Rin. “And you taste so good, Rin-chan…” 

Rin smirked. “This better be one hell of a sex tape, or I’m never fucking you again.” 

Nagisa flushed and shook his head. “Rei-chan will make it so good, I promise! I’ll send it to both of you when it’s done, okay?” 

Todoroki was still connected to Nagisa, but he leaned over and kissed his neck. “Send it to me first,” he whispered. “I want to show it to someone.”

Nagisa shivered at the words, but nodded. “A-alright, Todo-chan, you first. But you gotta promise to do this again soon, okay?”

Todoroki kissed the same spot, making Nagisa whimper and squeeze around him. “I promise.”

It was like Nagisa had said; the next day, Todoroki received an email from an unknown sender (coolpoolpenguinhazuki, it must be Nagisa) with a video attachment. Todoroki clicked on it and watched the tape Nagisa had filmed of them, only this time the sound quality was a lot better, there were close-ups when no camera man was present, and special effects. This Rei-chan really came in clutch, didn’t he? It was impressive… Todoroki found himself blushing at some points too… Reliving the other day and how good everything felt (yes, looking back, even Rin felt amazing although Todoroki didn’t want to admit it) made Todoroki bite his lip and hold back from touching himself. 

He had asked to be sent the video first because he wanted to show it to an old fling of his… one he had to leave behind when he switched schools. 

Todoroki pulled up a new email and chose to type in an inconspicuous subject. Something like, “Check out what I found!” Yeah, that would be good. He’d have no idea what he would be watching. And then he’d see how much more fun he was having at Samezuka. 

He wrote in the text body, “The swim team and I are getting along and they’re so welcoming ;)” and uploaded the video. Maybe he could watch a little more before typing in Midoriya’s email address and sending it his way…

He had his cursor blinking in the email address bar and the video up. Quiet moans from the recording floated out of the speaker. Todoroki had one hand on the mouse and one hand down his pants when he heard his dorm door open, his roommate calling out that he had snacks. 

In a panic, Todoroki clicked the first email address that popped up and sent it on its way before he was caught pleasuring himself. He was sure it was Deku’s. The first letter was the same as his email address.

It was during lunch that his phone started to blow up with texts. Rin glanced over and chuckled. 

“Mr. Popular today, huh? What’s that about?”

Todoroki shook his head. “I don’t know. I wonder if someone-” His heart sank. His phone’s notifications were overflowing from all his old classmates. Did something happen? Was someone close to Todoroki hurt? Did someone die?? 

Then he began to read the texts. 

Omg Icyhot you dog! 👿😈🍆

I didn’t know you had it in you! 🥵

Invite me next time! 😩😩😩

What… what was the meaning of this? Did Deku really show everyone the email he sent? Wait, the email, what if-!

He quickly checked his old sent emails. There in the “To:” line, was the address that encompassed all of class 1A back at UA, not Deku’s email address! They both started with the same letter, how was he supposed to know?!

Todoroki suddenly very much wanted to jump off the roof of the school…

Rin noticed the look of despair on the other’s face. “You look like somebody died.”

“Yeah…” Todoroki slowly turned to look at Rin and pointed to himself. “I did.” He hung his head in his hands. “I can never show my face around my old school again-” he moaned. Rin leaned over.

“You wanna know a good way to forget all that?” Suddenly Todoroki felt hot breath in his ear that made him shiver. “Meet me in the locker room after swim practice… I’ll make sure you can’t even remember your name…”

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Commissioned artwork from the super talented @artbyavasan!!! I love it sooo much!!! 💖💖💖

Btw, go check out their page to see more art!!! Also, their commissions are still open so go check that out as well!!! 😁

That moment when your best friend suddenly grabs you, stares deeply into your eyes, and says “wow, I never realized your eyes had blue in them too. They're beautiful.”

I wanted to post this ask here as well because it's not what I had originally had in mind when I requested this commission but it fits too perfectly and now it's all I can think about 💖 (my original idea was that Jon was complimenting Damian's new hair style)