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spinningwebsandtales · 11 months

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Imagine Gojo Convincing You To Sneak Out Of The Dorms

Gojo Satoru X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: Breaking the rules with Gojo, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 2: here

(A/N:) I don’t know about y’all but I am LOVING the new season of Jujutsu Kaisen! I read the manga and keep up with all the chapters coming out but this was what I was most excited to see come to life. The arc that delves into the past is my top favorite and I love seeing student Gojo. So be prepared for some more Gojo fics and I even have a couple Toji fics lined up as well. If Gojo didn’t exist in the JJK universe I think I’d be a Toji fangirl through and through. Anyway I had to write this and sorry for my absence here lately hopefully that’ll make up for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You should have been asleep hours ago, but for some reason all you could do was lay in bed and look at the ceiling. The alarm clock at your bedside glowing in the darkness, reminding you of every minute that went by that you needed to get some sleep. Your frustrations grew when the time turned one in the morning and still sleep evaded you. You finally set up, the blankets bunching at your waist before reaching for the lamp at your bedside. You couldn’t even turn the switch when tapping came from your dorm window. You jumped, squeaking in surprise. With a trembling hand you turned on the lamp to spy a head of silvery white hair behind the glass. Gojo waved wildly, grinning like the cat that got the cream as he spotted you, wide awake. His ever present sunglasses reflecting the lamplight when you got up and walked to the window. He backed up giving you enough room to open it and peek your head out.

“What are you doing,” you seethed as you wanted to shout but had to stick with whispering angrily. “You scared me half to death!”

“Can’t sleep,” he asked while moving his body back and forth. It reminded you of rice moving in the wind. You snorted at the thought, as Gojo was slim and tall like rice. He cocked his head but you waved his curiosity away.

“No and now I really won’t be able to with my adrenaline going crazy thanks to you.”

“Let’s sneak out.”

Of course you should have known not to expect an apology from Gojo Satoru. You believed that he would burst into flames if he said ‘I’m sorry’. It wasn’t the powerful sorcerer in training’s style. But you found yourself drawn to him anyway as deep down despite his cocky attitude and devil may care attitude he was a good person. He would make a great teacher if he didn’t get kicked out from his incessant shenanigans first. You couldn’t believe the principal hadn’t gotten rid of him yet. Though you were sure it’s because Satoru was from the Gojo clan with a sprinkle of their teacher protecting him.

“No,” you answered your patience running short. “I’m sick of getting in trouble because of you.”

“We’ll be extra careful,” Gojo replied. “Those other times were just flukes.”

“And I’m sure leaving me alone to take the brunt of the blame was just a fluke too,” you retorted. “I’m not taking the fall for you anymore Satoru Gojo.”

You were about to shut the window in his face when he snagged the frame with his hand. His blue eyes staring straight through you as his sunglasses had slipped down his nose. You sucked in a breath as he grinned.

“We both know you ratted me out every time,” Gojo replied. You tried to pull the window close but his grip was firm and wouldn’t budge.

“I still got in trouble,” you said. There was no reason in lying to him as Gojo knew everything that happened in the school. And you weren’t ashamed at throwing him under the bus. It helped take your punishment down a notch. So if it helped you out and got the reason behind your bad behavior punished further, so be it. Gojo would do the same thing in the situation, if he actually cared about getting into trouble.

“C’mon,” he purred, “let’s go to the beach. You can’t sleep anyway.”

The beach did sound fun and despite yourself you felt your willpower beginning to flounder at every word and every glance in those heavenly blue eyes.

“Why don’t you go bother Geto,” you groaned. He chuckled before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. It stunned you but you didn’t let Gojo see how much the affection effected you. Climbing out of the window you stood beside your partner in crime within seconds. Your lamp still glowing on your bedside and the window ajar, you gently closed it back but not latching it. If you couldn’t get back into your room and you would have to bunk with Satoru and he wouldn’t let you sleep at all if you ever grew tired.

The city was asleep as you both rarely came across another person on the sidewalk you traversed. The ones you did run into turned out to be drunk office workers on their way home from drinking with their coworkers. Gojo would make fun of their stumbling gates as they passed by, which had you giggling into your hand. The air had a chill and you shivered at the icy breeze that passed through your night clothes. Despite acting like he didn’t care majority of the time about others unless ordered to, Gojo stepped closer every time pulling you into his side. His body though tall and lanky was well built and you blushed at the feeling of his toned form pressed against you. You only shoved him away after you warmed up and couldn’t take your burning cheeks anymore.

When you began to hear the waves lapping at the sandy shore did you take off running. Gojo quickly caught up and you both raced to the water. Of course he won and you wound up having to catch your breath halfway there. He teased you kicking at the water while all you could do was glare in his direction, which only made the young sorcerer laugh harder at your plight. Before you could finish regaining your strength, Gojo dashed across the sand again scooping you up and then running back to the water. You were sure he was going to throw you into the salty waves, but surprisingly he set you down gently in the sand. The lights of ships in the distance filled the night and the dock lights illuminated the golden sand. You breathed in deeply, filling your senses with fresh air. Though you knew if the principle found out you both had snuck out...again... you would be in horrible trouble you were glad you both snuck out. Your body wouldn’t allow you to sleep anyway and the atmosphere that surrounded the beach always soothed you no matter what.

Gojo was quiet for the longest time letting you soak in the calming surroundings in peace. When you sighed and your shoulders drooped, he silently took your hand. You glanced up at the young man that was just a little older than you, his blue eyes glancing down at you. An unfamiliar light glimmered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to question it. You were about to say something when an enraged voice called from the docks. Both your names echoed across the water and your blood froze. Foiled again and it didn’t take long for Gojo to revert back to normal Gojo, except this time when he took off running you were in tow. Your feet churned up sand and you could barely keep up, but as the adrenaline surged you found yourself laughing in amusement. Gojo laughed with you as you both ran to make your escape. The thought of going back never crossed your mind as you lost yourself enjoying the escape that Gojo talked you into. You gripped his hand tighter and willed yourself to run faster, keeping up with his longer legs while the teachers tried their best to keep up. You were glad that you weren’t able to sleep as you would have missed this with him.

#Gojo Satoru X Reader #Satoru Gojo X Reader #Satoru Gojo #Jujutsu Kaisen #Gojo Satoru Imagine #Jujutsu Kaisen Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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dj-bynum3718 · 1 year

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Of Fire and Ice

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes

Summary: The cross over that I decided to finally write.

Words: if I'm being honest idk

Notes: I know how I want this to go but I do want some help if you have some questions that you think everyone should ask, please send them to me! Also I will be doing a poll to see what kind of an outcast we want reader to be

Wanings: None this chapter.

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7:30am it was too early to be dealing with this. You were sitting in the staff room early Monday morning holding the black envelope in your hand. It was your high school reunion or in other words when all the people you hated, get together to see who “accomplished” the most. You set it on the table and pull out some class work to grade instead before it's time to head to the classrooms. As you sit more and more of the staff start filing into the room.

“Good morning (Y/N)” Barbara greets sitting down in her usual chair beside you, Melissa following soon after. “Morning” it's about all you have energy for currently your espresso still hasn’t kicked in just yet.

“Whoa what's up with you? You aren't your usual self this morning” Melissa asks. Well, that’s not completely true you are normally a grouch but less so than today. Not necessarily a morning person you try to get up with ample time to get your attitude in check before you see the kids. “well...” you start to answer before Janine comes in “Good morning wonderful people are we ready for this marvelous Monday?” She starts going on a tangent about a project her class will be doing over the next few days, not something you are paying attention to, not with your own issues at hand.

You have accomplished a lot in your life, you have nothing to be ashamed of so why be worried about this? You know exactly why it's because SHE will be there your ex-girlfriend of 4 years. And if the rumors are true, then she is headmistress of nevermore. You are happy for her, it’s what she always wanted even since back at your days in school, but that happened to be one of the multiple reasons you broke up she wanted to stay put and you wanted to go teach in the normie schools. Yes, the separation was hard but, in the end, you knew it would be better but for now you don’t know what to think. All these feelings are bubbling to the top old and new and frankly you aren't feeling today.

“Hey hun, you okay?” Melissa askes. Your head shoots back up to nod “yeah! Fine just not fully awake yet.” Your response wasn’t really a lie but not the truth either. “Okay just checking” you can see the concern in her eye its brief but still there. That is another issue you have yet to deal with. Your feelings for the red head are not something you want to address just yet. You know that you like her and often she is running through your dreams, but she was never by herself often followed by HER. You wish you could get her out of your dreams so you could finally admit your feelings for Melissa.

You don’t think it fair to her, how could you start a relationship if your ex still affects you like this. So instead, only in your dreams will you leave yourself free to feel the love you want to give so badly. To her, she with hair like fire, skin like cream and eyes so green. But on the other hand, to the other with hair like silver, skin like ice and eyes of blue. Both stunning yes, but so vastly different.

You can feel her gaze upon you again and you can’t take it, the way a simple look from her can get you going is sinful and she has no idea she is doing it to you. You just decide to gather your stuff together and start your day. “y’all have a good morning I will see you all at lunch.” You nod your departure forgetting the same black envelope that has caused this panic to begin with.

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You have successfully made it through the first half of the day dropping your kids at the cafeteria before heading to the teacher lounge. When you walk in the room goes silent as everyone looks at you, your smile faulters and you are suddenly concerned. “Everything okay?” you ask calmly trying to figure this out. “Why didn’t you tell us you were an outcast?” Melissa asks you can hear something there, but you are to stunned to acknowledge it now. “I-I uh what?” You studder which isn't normal for you, but with all the eyes currently trained on you, you feel uneasy.

“Melissa found your letter. It has a crest on the front, and we got curious, so we looked it up.” Janine responds carefully. You let out sigh setting your stuff down to rub your face. This is not how you wanted today to go at all. But of course, it just keeps getting better and better. You finally look back at the room of your friends and sit down in your chair.

“I didn’t think it important.” “How could that not be important? It’s a part of you!” Barbara looks hurt that you would even think that she didn’t care for you. You take the letter back in your hands. “it’s the invitation to my class reunion.” You look up at them “and I didn’t tell y’all because normies don’t usually take well to us. That’s why we have schools like Nevermore to protect us from ridicule and to help us learn more about ourselves.”

You shove the letter into your bag and address them all. “I can see you all have questions” they all nod thankfully none of them look disgusted by you so that is a good sign. “My house tonight at 7:00 if I am going to answer anything I will need a drink to do it.” They all nod again as you pick up your belongings deciding to just eat in your classroom, you need to be by yourself for a while. Plus, you now have a dinner to plan.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems

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bohemian-nights · 6 months

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I was going to keep it cute, but @darklinaforever am I that interesting to the point where you want to stalk me boo🙃

You’ve been wilding out about me for two days straight now because you found out we have a ship in common(Zutara; yes folks this unedited Google Doc is so butthurt over us both liking Zutara she started losing her mind🤣):

How are you disgusted by Dettles yet you ship an incestuous abusive relationship🤡You obviously don’t have standards so how is it that Daemon and Nettles where you draw the line?

Don’t think I don’t know why your a** really is disgusted.

Would you like to be a servant to your own family? Again how do you think Alysmond is rape, yet you think a man being with his 14-year-old niece who he eventually abandons for another woman is romantic 🤡

You’re ashamed to be in the same fandom as me? Well dear, the feeling is mutual cause I’m utterly devastated I’m in the same fandom as some white chick over talking Black women in order to deny anti-Black racism:

And yes this fandom has a goddamn misogynoir problem when y’all say bullsh*t like the above and this crap:

You want to avoid all of that, be my guest, but don’t expect me to play stupid with you. I’m not mammy darling.

At this point y’all(cause I know it’s not just you, but your whole little posse of racists/self hating weirdos) should be embarrassed by your lies and the fact that I’m living rent free in your heads.

The block button is free girl. (See I’m being nice cause I could block you myself, but since your so ashamed and disgusted I’ll let you have this one). Utilize it and save yourself the mental anguish of having to see my posts.

#this is why I’m getting tired of this fandom #anti daemyra stans #y’all really are the absolute worst group of deluded racist stans I’ve seen hands down

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geneeste · 5 months

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I’ve been ranting about this in the group chat, but the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

So J, our 10yo, took state testing before the break and apparently scored high on one of the reading sections. Now I put almost zero weight on testing like this, but this was a win for J in particular because she’s always struggled mightily with reading. But she did well on the test, and it was a confidence boost for her, but I’m fully aware she managed that because of reading interventions, and not because of “gifted” instruction.

Anyway, we got this email before the winter break:

So this is…weird. Especially this part:

Your child's performance on the CogAT indicates a need to gather more information in order to support the school team in making instructional decisions. Student scores in the 95th percentile or above initiate the Gifted Identification Referral Process, which includes gathering additional achievement, performance, and behavioral data for a comprehensive body of evidence.

All of the other kids save our youngest have been in gifted programs at some point, and in all of the seven school districts we’ve been in so far, I’ve never been asked to justify their selection for the program. Add to that, a 30-minute questionnaire seemed excessive, but I thought, hey, maybe this is just a standard I haven’t run into yet. (Also, neither linked letter elaborated on this; one was related to testing, and the second was this email in PDF form).

And then we got into the survey, y’all. Y’ALL.

I ran into the image limit for this post, so I can’t post the whole questionnaire, so I tried to pick the most egregious parts:

So. We start going through this thing and to say I was (am) livid is an understatement. Just. What the fuck.

Asking me to justify my kid’s specialness

Basing giftedness on totally irrelevant and also classist, ableist bullshit things like vocabulary, how quickly they learn something, attention span I COULD GO ON AND ON

Asking my kid to design instruction?? She’s ten fucking years old?

Asking my struggling reader, whom you’ve already identified as both needing reading intervention and having demonstrated huge growth, to give a fucking reading list to justify access to services?

I’m seriously so mad about the last part because talking about that question made J feel ashamed about how she dreads reading so she doesn’t actually read much, so when she does it’s short books and graphic novels, and we lost a lot of ground we’d gained about how she should be proud of her ability and progress. Fuckers.

So. We were not pleased. Here’s what I wrote back, which was almost certainly not as mean as I should have been:

My husband and I started this survey and although we completed it, I found it frustrating and prejudiced and genuinely insulting.

It is not at all clear what relevance many of the questions have to J’s academic ability and frankly with 4 neurodivergent children, 3 of whom (including J) having been in gifted programs previously, some of these questions were worded in ways that implied that a child had to think in a certain way in order to be gifted. For instance, why would a child needing some repetition to learn something mean that they can't be gifted? It's insulting and neuro-normative, to say the least.

I have never been asked to fill out a survey justifying my child's intellectual ability in order for my child to get access to educational services. I mean, what parent would answer otherwise? And what child wouldn't flourish when given engaging content?

I understand that district resources might be limited, but surely there is a less prejudiced and discriminatory way to screen for access to additional educational resources.

Here’s what the coordinator responded with:

Thank you for filling the survey out and for the feedback. The purpose of the survey is to gain valuable insight from parents about their child's strengths, interests and abilities that may not be evident in a school setting. We are looking to build a comprehensive portfolio of information to be used in the Gifted Identification Process to inform our programming and align it with student needs. The responses on the Gifted ID Referral form are not "weighted" or assigned points or used in any way that might preclude a child from Gifted Identification. They are used for informational purposes to gain a deeper understanding of a child.

Which is, frankly, total bullshit. Remember up there where the initial email where it said the survey was for instructional decisions and gathering a body of evidence? And the survey itself says:

Once this form is complete and submitted, your school's Gifted Education Facilitator will be notified. They will then gather additional necessary evidence/data to complete the process.

The coordinator has been so persistent since this reply - 4 emails asking us to talk about J’a participation when we’ve already made it clear that if the qualification process is any indication of how the gifted program is run, J’s much better off staying in class with her peers.

Anyway. Phew. I’ve been stewing about this and just writing it down has been very cathartic.

#flames #flames on the side of my face #genie’s stuff #gifted programs are largely bullshit anyway!#put any group of kids in a classroom #tell them they’re gifted (because they are!)#and give them engaging stuff to do #of course they’re going to thrive!#aaaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhh

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threetangerines · 1 year

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prompts ↠ sibling and i guess water and sunlight too

summary ↠ in which you and your brother want to seize the sunlight.

note ↠ i watched a rub cleaning asmr for this lol.

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“You should be ashamed of yourself.” You tease, kneeling beside your brother and taking the brush from his hands. “A fucking grown ass man who can’t srub for his life.”

“I know how to scrub.” He protests. “You just a hater.”

“You’ve been in the same spot for ten minutes now, man.”

“No harm in being thorough. My rugs will be cleaner anyway.”

“You have to finish one for that, you know.”

“Shut up.” He mutters, but you can see the corner of his lips curving up slightly. “You so mean.”

“And you’re such a fool sometimes.”

“Pretty much all the time, I’d say.”

It’s not uncommon for you to think about Yoongi’s voice. Sometimes, missing him takes your mind to a weird guessing game of what he’d say or do in a situation. So, now, when his unmistakable deep tone sounds from behind you, you almost dismiss it, assuming you’ve reached yet another level of longing.

Your brother does turn though.

“Really, man?” He rolls his eyes. “You siding with her?”

You blink, twisting your body and meeting a very real Yoongi leaning against the door to the kitchen as he regards your brother with a sly smirk.

It takes no longer than a second of seeing him for a smile to blossom on your face. He looks so fucking good — as he always does — and your expression drops just a slightly when you fight the urge to close the space between you and greet him with a kiss.

“Need no context for that.”

“You came here to annoy me with her?”

“No. I came ‘cus you invited me.”

“Oh,” your brother frowns, before realization washes over him. “Oh! Shit, man. Forgot about that, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” He steps into the backyard, rolling his sleeves up. “What y’all doing?”

“Cleaning the rugs.”

“Well, I’m cleaning the rugs. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing.” You tease, earning a chuckle from Yoongi.

“I’m trying.” You laugh when your brother pouts.

“Knowing you, that just means your sister might appreciate some help.” You nibble at your bottom lip, a large smile threatening to betray your definitely misplaced excitement as Yoongi approaches you two.

“This is not fair.”

“I’m just sayin’ that maybe there’s a reason why I never invite you over anymore. You just messy, dude.”

Your brother gasps.

“Fuck y’all.” He shakes his arms frantically to clean some of the soap from his hands before standing up. “I’ll bring my bedroom’s rug and I’ll show y’all what real cleaning is like.”

He disappears into the house, determination fueling his quick steps.

Yoongi waits a couple of seconds before he kneels beside you. His hands tilt your chin in his direction and he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle — barely there. Just a soft reminder of devotion and a brush of warmth before he’s pulling away.

You feel your mind spiraling, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck and make up for all the lost time. But your brother’s heavy steps stop you, and Yoongi distances himself right in time for him to burst back on the backyard.

“What about we make this interesting, then?” You suggest when he extends his rug on the floor and drops down.

“How?”

“The one who finishes last buys dinner.”

“And who finishes first?”

“Chooser dinner.” Yoongi shrugs.

“Oh, you’re in too?”

“Fuck yeah, I wanna beat your brother’s cheap ass, make him treat me something real nice.”

“Cheap? Sorry who got you those dunks you’re using, again?”

“You think I don’t know you split with her?”

“Ohh,” your brother narrows his eyes, “it’s on, bitches.”

And it feels nice. As Yoongi gets a rug of his own and starts cleaning with you and your brother — trying to make the most of the sunlight before it gets dark — you feel like you could get used to this. To his ease teasing, to your brother’s relaxed laughter and the way it just feels right to be with them like this. And you can only hope your brother feels the same.

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note ↠ i know it's pretty simple ok, but i really just wanted to participate! i hope you like and feel like i made them a bit of justice 😭

#ryen’s notes: AHHHHHH LUAAAAAA #THIS WAS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS #FJSKDLDL THE BANTER #THE ATMOSPHERE #THE CADENCE🥺🥺🥺#it’s so fcking good i’m floored!!#wow #thank you so much for submitting something this is wonderful #submissions #3fan:fic #lua!#3milestans

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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Found this Star Holder blurb in my drafts and thought y’all might enjoy it. Some fluff, a tiny little bite of lore. All the good stuff.

Spoilers but not really.

CW: Mildly Suggestive (Eclipse is shirtless-)

“Good morn- ing,” you nearly choked. Eclipse was sitting beside you, tender smile across his face as he admired you in the dim light. He chuckled when he took in your flustered expression.

“Did you forget you fell asleep here?” He cocked a brow, evidently amused.

“No, darling.” You shook your head. You did your very best to keep your eyes on his grinning face, but his bare chest was right there... You cleared your throat nervously.

“I’ve just... never seen this much of you,” you looked to the gently crackling fireplace. It never seemed to dim or die. Something you assumed was Eclipse’s influence at work. Eclipse glanced down, confused, until he caught sight of his own exposed chest. Indeed, his nightshirt was crumpled on the floor some feet away.

“Stars- Forgive me, my love,” Eclipse buried his face in his hands, “I must have gotten too warm in the night...” His rays flared with bright light.

“It’s alright,” you dared a peek at him. There was a pattern where orange and charcoal met. A gentle swirl. You looked at his face, “I’m sure that having someone else here is an adjustment for you as much as it is me.”

“You’re right,” he nodded, “but it won’t happen again. The very last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“How can you be so sweet to me?” You smiled. Again, your eyes wandered. Your face flushed and you looked away.

“My love,” Eclipse reached out and took your hand, “you don’t have to be embarrassed if you’re curious.” You peeked up at him.

“I’ve never...” You trailed off, horribly flustered.

“I’ll get dressed,” he pressed a kiss to your hand, “just give me a moment.” He slipped from the bed and strolled over to the dresser. You felt incredibly ashamed for it, but you dared to look at him yet again.

There, upon his back, was the emblem of the sun god. It covered the span between his shoulders, with the bottom-most ray touching the small of his back.

“What should we have for breakfast?” Eclipse unfurled a shirt and tugged it on, “I think something light.”

“There’s a symbol on your back,” you foolishly spat out the very first thing on your mind. Eclipse froze, shirt half-way onto his head.

“You’re correct,” he nodded, “were you wondering about it?” He made no move to finish pulling the shirt on.

“...A little,” you nodded, slipping from the bed, “I’ve seen tattoos before, in some customs. But the temple maids said they were barbaric...” You crept over.

“Those temple maids of yours ought to loosen up,” Eclipse pulled the shirt away from his head, “but I’m afraid you’ve incorrectly assumed, dear. This isn’t a tattoo. It’s... well, it’s almost like a brand. All the gods who have been banished from the celestial palace have one.”

“You were banished?”

“By Sun,” Eclipse nodded softly, “when I began to rebel against him, he wanted nothing more to do with me.”

“I’m so sorry,” you reached forward and set a hand on his back. A shiver ran through him, and his rays flared with bright light.

“Forgive me.” Nervously, you drew your hand back, “I didn’t think-

“You think too much, actually,” Eclipse sank down onto the floor, “please, touch me as much as you like. I rather enjoy the attention.” He propped his chin in his hand. Grinning, he listened as you shyly shuffled in place. What a sweet little thing you were. Concerned about making him uncomfortable. The notion was as amusing as it was heartwarming. It was one of the things he adored about you, though; you didn’t treat him like he was some untouchable being.

Timidly, you set a hand upon his back. He remained still. You brushed your fingers over the emblem on his back.

“...You’re warm,” you said quietly.

“I’m always warm,” he nodded, “one of the side effects of being born under the sun, I suppose.” A second hand placed upon his back. And then both of them slipped around, under his arms. They came to rest on his chest as you leaned into him. He stiffened just slightly before letting go of a dream-like sigh.

“How can you be so concerned about comforting me when you are the one who needs the comfort most?” He placed his hands on yours, “it’s almost maddening. I’m the god here, yet you continue to hold me like this.”

“Gods are not perfect,” you kissed the back of his neck softly. A shudder ran through him. “I know you need the comfort, too,” you said gently, “let me give it to you.”

“You are making me such a mess,” Eclipse groaned, pressing a hand to his face, “I never needed to be comforted before you came along.”

“Then I must be doing something right,” you squeezed him gently. “Everyone needs comfort. But you and I, we have tricked ourselves into thinking we can carry on without it. And it has broken down our ability to open up to others.”

Eclipse knew everything you were saying was true. Still, he didn’t enjoy it. He wanted to let you lean on him, without ever having to worry about him in return. Yet, here you were, holding him. Kissing him softly and assuring him that you loved him even if no one else did.

“How can you be so good,” Eclipse took up one of your hands, “and in love with someone so terrible?” He kissed your palm. He traced the lines along it.

“What makes a person good or terrible anyway?” You pressed further into him, “maybe I’m not good. Maybe I’m truthfully terribly selfish. If I were good, wouldn’t I have remained with Sun? Remained bound to duty?” Eclipse shook a little in your grasp. He took a breath.

“Please, my love, it’s early,” he said quietly, “I’m not prepared for a philosophical discussion.”

“Are you prepared for a kiss?” You practically purred into him. He grinned, twisting around to face you.

“Are you trying to spoil me now?”

“Perhaps a little,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “is it working?”

“It might be,” he pulled you closer, “I hope you won’t eat me. I rather like the way I am now.”

“I think I could spare you,” you laughed, “since I quite like you this way, too.”

“Oh, how sweet of you,” Eclipse chuckled, “I’m glad to know you do.”

“How could I not?” You delighted in the way his rays glowed brighter whenever you complimented him. He was always so steadfast and confident at work. You were so grateful to know this gentle side of him.

The two of you met eagerly, lips pressing together gently. Then more firmly, as Eclipse grew greedy for more and more of your affections. You laughed into him, feeling all four of his arms wrap around you.

When he finally pulled back, he sighed.

“Alright, darling. Let me get dressed,” he pecked your forehead, “and then we’ll have breakfast.”

#justaduckarts #star holder au #star holder #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #fluff #suggestive #ish #drabble #kinda hurt/comfort

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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Scandal-ridden Illinois Mayor Tiffany Henyard faced waves of jeers and booing throughout a raucous meeting where she faced fed-up constituents.

Henyard, the self-described "supermayor" of Dolton, a Chicago suburb, and Thornton Township Supervisor, has recently been dubbed the "worst mayor in America" by critics after being accused of misdeeds ranging from weaponizing police raids to spending taxpayer money on luxuries in Las Vegas. Most recently she has also come under fire for an alleged sexual assault by one of her allies during the Vegas trip, where the alleged victim claims to have been fired after speaking out.

Earlier in April, Henyard made headlines for being condemned by local Dolton residents, but this Tuesday, she was similarly skewered by residents of the Thornton township in a town hall meeting. "Everybody wanted to continue to be a s---show and not really show facts as it relates to what's really going on in our township," she responded.

The mayor, holding a golden microphone, sparked outrage when she argued, "We’re here to help each other and not hurt each other. And it’s a shame that us — us, I’m talking to my Black and Brown communities — would sit here and fight."

DEMOCRATIC ILLINOIS ‘SUPER MAYOR’ VETOES ATTEMPT TO PROBE HER LAVISH SPENDING

The audience could be heard loudly jeering and booing in response and Henyard went on to add, "Guess what? I am the youth, I am the future, no matter what you think or may say."

Residents slammed Henyard for the alleged scandals and accused her of lacking transparency about them.

"When you don’t answer questions, there’s something to hide," Dolton resident Mary Avon said at the meeting.

While Henyard has repeatedly condemned media coverage for allegedly misrepresenting her conduct to the country, one South Holland resident, Curtis Watts, said, "No, ‘madam supervisor,’ we are not brainwashed. We are fed up."

Multiple people spoke about the sexual assault allegations, arguing that it demonstrates that Henyard fails to protect women.

Trina Downs was one such resident who said, "As a Black woman, I wanna see you protect Black women, and I haven’t seen that, Tiffany."

Henyard has made headlines for appealing to racial politics amid her scandals before, proclaiming during a previous meeting, "Y’all got false narratives out there, and y’all should be ashamed of y’all selves. Y’all Black. Y’all are Black! And y’all sitting up here beating and attacking on a Black woman that’s in power. Y’all should be ashamed of y’all selves."

Fox News Digital previously reported that Henyard has been living like a royal with a combined salary of nearly $300,000 — more than the state's governor — and frequent use of beauty vendors, despite the 23,000 residents of the Illinois town having a median income of $24,000.

The Village of Dolton in Illinois voted Monday to hire former Chicago Mayor Lori Lightfoot as a "Special Investigator" to look into Henyard's conduct. On Tuesday, Lightfoot began to be paid $400 an hour to gather information on Henyard’s alleged spending and finance mismanagement as well as "any state and federal violations."

#nunyas news #they gonna have a french revolution situation soon

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docholligay · 9 months

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Ep 6: Taissa

Hello! This is about up to Episode 6 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 6 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the sixth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

There are two wolves inside you, and they are both Taissa. The bad lady and the wolf…are Taissa. I feel good about this theory though this is just a theory. Taissa IS in fact a different woman from the women her wife married. There’s a Taissa that wants to take care of her family, and help her community, and there’s a Taissa that wants to simply win and hunt and kill. So for us all, but of course NARRATIVELY, I think it’s on the level.

She is still the leader of this operation, and Nat and Shauna would have not idea what to do without looking to her.

I sense deeply I should be getting into this Taissa and Van thing, and I’m not opposed to it by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s not all that interesting to me. We’re being set up, I think, to have something happen to Van, and to use that to set something off in Taissa. That’s about my level of engagement with it, and I’m fine with that. Seeing Taissa lose her fucking mind is the real OTP here, so I’m satisfied.

But that doesn’t make their whole naked dunk completely disinteresting to me au contrary, I love when Taissa says, in response to Van saying she always wins: “Why do you think I like to play?” That’s it. That’s Taissa. She isn’t here to do anything but win, and THAT is why she could not give up the race even though she has become the wolf hunting her family down and the evil lurking outside Sammy’s window, and I think on some level she must know that. I don’t know if I think she’d engage with it for even five goddamn seconds, but I think if she really thought about it, she would know that. And yet. She can’t stop.

It’s also interesting to me in that..she does not seem interested in continuing things with Van afterward. In response to the idea that everyone will find out anyhow, Taissa says, paraphrased, ‘lol not if I run’. And don’t get me wrong, it’s easy to sit here in the year of y’all’s lord 2023 and tell Taissa to come out, when, in the 90s it was a real, actual problem in the US that had actual repercussions socially and financially, and I am not gonna let anyone sit here and call her a coward or ashamed when I’ve seen y’all unable to call your representatives out of anxiety. I’m not saying ‘you gotta give Taissa all the points.” I left home to accomplish my life. I’m saying, “Everything in life is a fucking decision, and you have to decide what costr is worth it, and what is too high. We all have priorities.”

But onto the actual plan, to answer some questions brought up in my asks: Is it better from a non-narrative situation (Love the phrasing on this, will bring it up in a second) for the group to try and hike it out or hold on where they are? And the answer is: Yes.

What needs to be done in this situation is to have, and this should have been done about a month ago, a small group of the strongest and most wilderness-canny people follow water down until they find something, and they ALMOST CERTAINLY will find something. Even the most remote areas, if you follow a creek down, it will very likely reach a river, which will very likely reach a road, which will very likely reach a settlement. (By the way, Tai, this is much smarter than merely heading “South.” You can go south in the rockies a long time without hitting anything. You could walk nearly all the way through Montana.) If this were my family, me and Mike would head out--I know how to survive well in the wilderness, and I hike very fast, Mike can generally keep up with me, and Jill needs to stay and take care of those who can’t follow. But yes, I think this is the logical, terrifying thing to do in this situation.

Now, back to narratively. There’s no way Taissa is leaving. I have no idea what the mechanism of her being trapped there will be. Maybe it’s the aforementioned ‘something almost certainly is going to happen to Van.’ But she’s not going anywhere.

Speaking of going places: I think Simone should leave Taissa. But Doc, you love Taissa. I love Taissa narratively, of course, and I find myself every single episode uncomfortably identifying with her (In which way can YOU not possibly cope with the weight of situations? Tag yourself!) but, she’s not a good wife. She’s not a good mother. She is sacrificing everything at the altar of her need to win and to conquer, and in doing this, she proves to herself over and over that if she FAILED in the woods, it must have been because it was impossible to win, not ANY weakness in her. She is on the hunt, and because of that, she has blinders on, and she can’t see all the things she’s leaving behind.

Kind of on that note, and on Simone saying, “You know for someone who’s been through some shit--” all of us, every single one, has a tendency to universalize our experience, and this filters down in a million different ways. It’s why you see people armchair diagnosing historical figures and characters and etc with disorders and genders and sexualities, it’s why people struggle to understand complex and varying viewpoints, it is something so so difficult to guard against in our normal lives. And, coming from someone like Taissa, it can be extremely difficult to come through adversity, figure it out, at least on paper, and see someone else crumbling underneath it. I am Taissa going, “For fuck’s sake” about the idea that my, nine year old, I think, raised in a huge house ina wealthy neighborhood, has it that fucking hard.Now, this is the one way of universalizing one’s experience that gets constantly criticized, but ask yourself in truth--are you not also guilty of this? I feel like this is an insane thing for Simone to say, because to me, having come through it makes you know how possible it is. I do not think this is my, or Taissa’s most perfect trait, but it is a very human one.

Come to the end of Taissa BITING HERSELF. Yes. What else could you do with that?

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets E1 s6

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armando-triplepapito · 7 months

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Okay story time!

Before I got obsessed with ysblf, I was obsessed with BTS. So obviously I was in the BTS army/fandom. I was active in Twitter so I had quite a following (over 4,000 followers! Sorry I had to brag🤭). Random people would message me and you know me, I wanted to make friends so I would reply back and made some nice conversation. Now tell me why a 10 year old girl started messaging me!!! The worst part is that I didn’t even know she was 10 until multiple messages later!! When I found out her age I was flabbergasted! Like why is a 10 year old messaging strangers!! Kids these days are so bold!! This was 3 yrs ago so she’s probably only 13 now ugh I can’t believe it! I always think about that girl till this day😭 I should’ve known honestly, cause the way she “typed” was off like you could tell she was way too young😭 that got me wondering tho! How old we’re you guys when y’all decided to message strangers online? I was 20yrs old when I started to do so and that’s for my BTS Twitter account. I’ve always read fanfics, I think I started when I was 13 yrs old but even then I never commented on a fic ever until this year, just a few days ago actually. And that’s only cause the fic I commented on belongs to a mutual here! I’ve always been too shy to talk with strangers 😔

In my Twitter bio I always had my date of birth (Ik I shouldn’t) so everyone could know my exact age plus I wanted to attract people my age yk, but no! I always got kids I’m my dms! (That 10 yr old knew I was 20 yet she still decided to dm me💀) I even made good friends with these two girls, in my head they became my besties! But dude!! One was 13 and the other 15!😭😭😭 tbh I miss them🥲 but turns out the 13yr old blocked me! How dare she! Like why? What did I do? We had deep conversations and everything! Maybe I offended her 😞 I also had deep conversations with this 14yr old Brazilian (well her bio at the moment says she’s 17 so I’m assuming she was 14 when we talked). I feel so bad cause I never saw/opened her message. Her last message was her talking about how ashamed she is to talk to people in English since she’s not fluent. Like girl noooo don’t apologize!! I should be the one ashamed! And I am!! My poor baby! If only I replied to make her feel better! But in my defense by that time I was already homeless so I couldn’t log back in and when a year has passed and I finally found a place I watched ysblf and got obsessed so I never went back to Twitter. I actually logged in just a few days ago and that’s when all the memories started🥲. Army Twitter 2020 was the best!

Anyways yea Ik this is random and all but yea I just wanted to share a bit and go on a bit of a rant. Tbh I was never not shocked when I found out the ages of my mutuals on Twitter, they were hella young! Tho I sometimes do get shocked when I find about y’all (tumblr moots) ages too cause I’ve noticed some of y’all are over 30😳 which idk why that surprise me cause y’all are so smart I love it🥰

Its crazy how I was an army for 3-4 yrs and I’ve been a ysblf fan for a little over a year now. Makes me wonder what I’ll be obsessed with next tho I don’t wanna jinx it cause I wanna stay in this fandom as long as I can! I love y’all 🥹❤️

#okay I’m being dramatic when I say only kids entered my dms but that’s how it felt like😭#random rant #ysblf #bts #bts army #okay if anyone is wondering this is what I used to be obsessed with —>#adventure time>blue exorcist>BTS>ysblf #in that order #obviously I had more smaller obsessions but these for 4 changed my brain chemistry!#also the only ones I can read fanfics of #like I’ve watched a lot of animes but can’t read fanfics for any one only blue exorcist #actually I spent most of my life reading only or mostly blue exorcist fanfics it’s only when I got into ysblf that I finally stopped

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pricklypear1997 · 1 year

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Have you ever thought, that just maybe, your ideas and opinions are what makes you ACTUALLY the colonists of today? Telling someone that borders shouldn’t exist and that we should be one big United world or whatever the fuck, really shows your hatred and disdain for individuality. A culture cannot thrive in that kind of society. So there are a lot of you vocally expressing against the existence of culture, while also complaining about being “oppressed”. Also the kind of people who say this crap come from countries like the US OR are of a very wealthy background from some poor country that they’re deeply ashamed of. What you want is power and control over others. You have jealousy and hatred towards communities built up of people of one specific ethnicity and culture. You look at us with hatred and disdain. You tell us that we have the mentality of farmers and even try to compare us as Nazis even though some of us were persecuted by Nazis or some other big bad in the past. The lot of you, had the privilege of never knowing what war and colonization is like. Some of you do know what colonization is like because you come from a country or a background that faced colonization, yet you want to attack people for loving their own heritage. For some reason, you feel entitled to their countries and land and go looking for racism where it clearly isn’t there. The world does NOT belong to you. You don’t have any kind of self awareness. You sound just like a colonizer, but sure I’m the Nazi lmao. I’m all for independent nations and for them to be able to keep their culture and for their people to be free and live a life with purpose and dignity, yet you’re saying I’m somehow a terrible fascist neo-nazi for that??? That makes no sense at all. You’re just angry because I love my culture and because I’m tired of foreigners thinking that they can force their beliefs and their life styles on everyone else. Go live your life. Accept who you are. Look for validation in your own community. Stop running away and resenting others because they have something that you don’t. We never took anything from you. We’re people of small countries, that have faced war, genocide, and colonialism from some giant super power, but we don’t keep ourselves in this victim mentality. No, we don’t forgive those who threatened our freedom, livelihood and existence of our cultures, but we don’t spew pointless hatred towards other small countries we don’t know 2 shits about while also trying to call for their eradication by using progressive liberal sounding points to try to make our hatred seem as something humane. That is what YOU do.

P.s. y’all don’t know the meaning of colonialism and alot of you think it only has to do with race lmao.

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I finally saw Hamster & Gretel

It was beautiful...

However, please tell me I'm not the only one who believed Swampy should have absolutely ashamed for all the cartoons that people worked on for Disney XD. Let Swampy sob for having bad cartoons on Disney XD and make Dan a changed person.

That is, as Dan yells at him to “get a grip.” (Yes, I’m talking this reference from the Phineas and Ferb episode “Act Your Age”, to be honest.)

I'm happy that the series has premiered, and yet the reruns of former Disney XD originals on Disney XD are still running shit out its ass…

I wish Dan Povenmire would tell Jeff "Swampy" Marsh to make brand new Disney XD Originals just for Disney XD or something like that. Better yet, Disney should stop relying heavily on movies and start thinking about what makes itself great cartoons (and remove that stupid sitcom called “Jessie” off of Disney Channel, and let's be honest, that's ONE of the things that sucks about reruns from both Disney Channel and Disney XD… That’s right, I’m looking at you, Cameron Boyce, you’re the one who died after you played the role of Luke Ross from Jessie).

As Adventure Time fans who watched Hamster & Gretel air its first episode, let's make it clear that this show was everything we believed in a good cartoon. Very few come close to it, and its characters are more beloved than even classics (as some would tell me).

If I learned anything from Dan and Swampy: We’re Gonna Do It Again!

I remember the fact that Swampy was sad because Disney XD had very bad cartoons. But don’t worry, if y’all watched Hamster & Gretel, then go watch the “We’re Gonna Do It Again” video. Why? Cause it’ll make sense when you watch this video!

https://youtu.be/6M3ZbZyYqa4

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Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly -- so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back -- which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

“What in god’s name?” Hosea took one look at you, bruised and battered and covered in every inch of wilderness you had hiked through trying to get back to camp.

“Glad to see y’all are still here.” You groaned in pain as you slid out of the saddle, smacking your ‘borrowed’ horse on the rump and pointing her back to the road. “Go on, girl. Find your way back home.”

The horse slowly headed back the way it came. Hosea was staring at you.

“I know,” you frowned. “I look terrible.”

“No,” Hosea waved his hand, shaking his head. “It’s not that -- though you do look like shit. We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

It was your turn to look taken aback. “Dead? You gave up on me that quick?”

“Sweetheart.” He gripped your arm as if he was still trying to convince himself you were real. “You fell off a bridge. Those rapids… the rocks…” he trailed off.

You grimaced. “It certainly wasn’t my best performance.”

“There wasn’t any time to go back and look for you, but we weren’t even sure we would have found a body.” He looked ashamed. “We failed you.”

“No,” you took his hands in yours, squeezing. “You did what you had to do. I couldn’t bear it if you had lost someone trying to come back for me.”

Sean was walking by, bottle in hand. He did a double take when he saw you standing there, glanced at his bottle, and then back at you. “You mean Dutch gave that long fancy speech for nothing? You had better not die again.”

You laughed and shot him a wink. “I don’t plan on it.”

Sean seemed satisfied with that response. “Your man’s been a right mess since we lost you. Hopefully he quits moping around all the time now.”

“Arthur?” you glanced around. “Is he alright? Where is he?”

Sean shrugged. “Probably the same place he’s been for a week now.”

You turned to Hosea, desperate. “Where?”

“He’s been at his wagon mostly. I didn’t want him going out in the state he’s been in.”

His words only made you more worried. You had finally made it back to camp. All you had been able to think about -- the only thing on your mind as you clawed your way out that ravine and stumbled through the woods -- was that you had to get back to him. You couldn’t leave him. “Is he hurt? Did something happen?”

Hosea didn’t get the chance to answer. Whispers of your arrival back at camp must have spread fast, because Mary-Beth was dragging Arthur by the arm to where you and Hosea were standing.

“Arthur.” You were running -- as fast as you could move with all your injuries and exhaustion. He finally saw you, freezing in place and staring in disbelief.

You slammed into his chest, flinging your arms around him.

He hesitated before returning your embrace, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a long while as you sniffled into his chest. Arthur held you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Isn’t this sweet,” a familiar booming voice rang out. “Glad to see you alive and well, dear.” You didn’t even turn to look at Dutch. Not when Arthur was clinging to you.

The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you found yourself hoisted over Arthur’s shoulder. The crowd that had gathered around the two of you dispersed as he stalked across camp. The world flipped right side up again as Arthur sat you on his horse, swinging into the saddle behind you and taking off at a full gallop.

You made it to Valentine in record time. The ride was harsh and agitated your injuries, but you didn’t mind with Arthur at your back. He helped you down to the ground and practically carried you inside the hotel, slamming the door open. “A room for me and my wife, please,” he demanded.

The hotel clerk handed over the key. You clung to Arthur the whole way up the stairs, nuzzling against him and just glad to be near him again.

The lock clicked behind you and Arthur… changed. His embrace became more insistent. His eyes darkened. The edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees and Arthur laid you down. It was gentle, but he pressed you into the bed, climbing over you. “Where are you hurt?” he asked.

“It’s not too bad-” you tried to play it off.

He cut you off. “Where. Are. You. Hurt.”

It was terrifying, but thrilling. You shivered under his intense gaze. “My hip,” you grabbed one of his hands and gently lay his palm over your hip. “Makes walking and riding hard.”

He nodded. Clearly waiting for you to continue. “My back is pretty messed up, and my shoulder.”

He noticed the rips and tears in your shirt. All the places you had scraped or torn. His hands went to the buttons, lifting you carefully so he could get you out of the sleeves.

Your trousers were next, slowly pulled down over your hips. When you winced in pain, Arthur stopped to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands.

He stripped you down. His expression was pained as he took in the full extent of your injuries. You had fallen off of the rail bridge and gotten swept into the freezing rapids. The current slammed you into the rocks and swept you down the ravine before you washed up on the bank of the river. From there, it had been a grueling process of making your way out of the ravine and through the woods.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you reassured him. Glancing down, you got a good look at just what he saw. “It does look pretty bad, though,” you frowned.

Arthur’s expression was hard to read. You wondered if he was disgusted by you. It would take a long time to heal, and you knew he might not want to look at you while you were so beat up and battered.

He nearly collapsed on top of you. Luckily, he knew to brace his weight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breaths ragged.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he gasped. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m still here,” you promised. “Busted and bruised to hell, but I’m not gone yet, honey.”

He kissed his way along his jaw until he found your lips. It was perfect. You had missed him so much, so worried you would never make it back to him. But now you were here in his arms and kissing him.

“I love you,” you said as soon as you caught your breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” He hovered his hands just above your skin, too scared to touch you.

You placed your hands over his and guided it to where you weren’t scraped or bruised. “Touch me,” you begged.

He sighed as soon as he felt your skin against his palms, as if he just needed to know you were really there.

“I need you,” you tried to pull him against you, attempting to slot your hips together. “Please, Arthur.”

He hesitated. You could see the desire in his eyes, how badly he needed you, needed to feel you. But he didn’t want to hurt me. You would have to convince him.

“Arthur,” you grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I fell off a bridge and climbed out of a ravine and walked across half the damn state. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care if it hurts.”

He seemed dazed, but lust clearly won out as you tried to slide your hand under his shirt. He was undressed in seconds, kissing his way over your neck and unable to keep his hands off you.

The pain was bearable, and you were too distracted with the warmth of Arthur’s skin under your hands. You couldn’t get enough of him, so glad to be near to him after all of those cold nights in the wild.

He was impatient, desperate. He wanted all of you at once, and he didn’t know where to start. Now that you had given permission, he wasn’t afraid to take what he needed. And take he did. He sucked a mark into your collarbone before kissing down to your chest. You gasped as his lips found your breasts, teeth scraping along the skin.

“Please,” you rocked your hips.

He got the message, gently pressing your thighs apart so he could stroke your clit. It felt so good. The stretch when he slipped two fingers inside made you cry out. You sighed and pulled him closer, winding your fingers in his hair as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl. I wanna hear you.” He doubled his efforts, determined to make you come around his fingers.

You pulled him up for a searing kiss, biting his lip as you came. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

He was just as needy, cock hard and aching against your hips. He grabbed your less injured leg and hooked it around his hip, dragging his cock against your slit. The teasing was going to drive you mad, but luckily he was just as impatient. He sank into you with one slow motion.

He hissed a curse against your skin, lost in the feeling of you around his cock. “God, darling. Need you so bad.”

He didn’t even try to start slow, setting a quick, frantic pace as soon as he began to move. His fingers dug into the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t mind the pain. It only reminded you that Arthur was there, that you had made it home to him.

You were so close, clinging to each other so desperately. You couldn’t imagine what Arthur had been through the past several days. He had truly believed you were gone, he had been in mourning. While you were focused on not getting eaten by wildlife, he was grieving your death.

It made sense why he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, why he sighed so deeply every time his hips met yours. The way he drank the taste of your lips as if he could never get his fill. You gave him everything you could.

The two of you went three rounds that night, fighting through your exhaustion in a desire to be close to one another. You fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, curled together on the rickety hotel bed.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off you. “The sight of you falling off that bridge, the way you just disappeared. It’s kept me awake every night.”

You can see it. The dark circles under his eyes, how haggard and underfed he looks. You can only imagine how broken up he must have been.

“Not tonight,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You have me here, safe and sound.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #smut #kinktober 2021 #lemons

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!”

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!”

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers.

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The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him.

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?"

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin.

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him.

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!"

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?"

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach.

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort.

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya.

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Oblivious, you plated the food.

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name.

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close.

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

-----

Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

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As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

-----

The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch.

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips.

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back.

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.”

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face.

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.”

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock.

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high.

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

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HEYYY~~ I absolutely adore your account and have been stalking u for so long. 🥺💓 Could you possibly do a headcannon with bakugou (with bakusquad too I guess), Todoroki, Midoriya, and Aizawa reacting to female y/n being kidnapped by the LOV and watching their ransom video showing her tied up and all that jazz.

If you want quirk ideas for her you could do the elements/avatar? Idk if you’ll include this but maybe you could write how they watched her fighting Dabi and Toga on the news and then got sent the video a few days later? Hopefully this helps with an idea haha

Ooo ok I love when y’all give me stuff for characters I haven’t done because the reason why I haven’t written for them is cos I have 0 ideas so ty <3

kidnapped s/o headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto, aizawa shota

fem!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

he was walking into the common room when kirishima called him

“bro! hurry up and come here!”

right there on the screen, was his girlfriend, tied up and bruised

he knew exactly where she was

all their broadcasts showed the same hideout

anger flowed in his veins and he was about to punch the closest thing next to him when they repeated previous footage of you fighting against dabi

you weren’t tied up yet and your water quirk was activated

every now and then you’d shoot spurts of water at dabi but he’d always come back with twice as more flames

watching, bakugou knew you had lost, or else you wouldn’t be tied up right now

and as soon as that thought came to him, he stood up, already marching towards the exit

“hey bro come on you can’t do this alone” kirishima called to him

Aizawa stepped in front of the door, blocking the exit

you could practically see fumes shooting out of his ears and his knuckles were drained of any color

“move” he said with gritted teeth

kirishima and sero ran over to hold him back and calm him down

“buddy if we don’t go with a plan it’ll only be worse for her ok? So calm down” sero said

the blonde said nothing for the rest of the time

he was fueled on anger and he needed to keep it so he could hurt every one of your torturers

but instead, the fire inside burned even more when he was not allowed to join the rescue mission

as soon as they left, bakugou punched the wall next to him

it wasn’t until he saw you safe and in one piece did his desire to hurt lessen

but every time he saw the bruises and scars that littered your body, he promised himself that he’d end them himself

midoriya izuku

he had said goodbye to you just 30 min ago when he turned the tv on to see your limp body tied and scarred

he immediately screamed out your name, tears threatening to form

he would save you, he would do it

he would bring you out of that miserable place and hold you again

midoriya’s mind started to come with mission scenarios, looking through his notebook and telling aizawa about all of them

the mission was pro heroes only so while they were out, midoriya tried to busy himself

he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing

so he prepared food, cleaned your room, got a first aid kit prepared

when u were finally safe in his arms, midoriya let himself shed a few tears, happy that you were alright

todoroki shoto

he didn’t think he’d ever be this scared in his life

to even imagine the love of ur life being tortured

and all you could do was watch

he didn’t wanna think about what you could be going through

you looked so fragile

you must be so scared and in so much pain

He was angry with himself for not being able to protect you

Because how could he be a hero if he couldn’t even protect the love of his life?

he was ashamed and he didn’t think that anything he did could make up for it

and seeing you struggle to hold them back with your fire quirk, made him even frustrated

your flames mixed in with dabi’s blue ones

but you could see his dominating yours

once you were back safe, todoroki couldn’t even look you in the eye

but you went straight to him and buried yourself in his chest

he was shocked as to why you’d go to him first

he didn’t deserve your affection

he shouldn’t be who you rely on, who you seek comfort from

but you telling him that you didn’t want anyone else, that if he felt the same then he should stay with you

made him want to try again, to be better for you

aizawa shota

instant regret

he just has this gut feeling that it’s because of him

because of his title as a hero

and villains would do anything to hurt someone who means a lot to the hero

but aizawa knows that you put up a fight

you wouldn’t have gone down without one

they showed you using your earth quirk to raise the ground beneath toga’s feet

but it was an unfair fight

the others joined and you were defenseless

which was what led your boyfriend to see your bruised body on the tv screen

he had to also think about his students however

they could be baiting him

taking someone he loves so he could go save them, leaving UA’s students alone

as soon as backup came, aizawa left immediately

he was going to be the one to save you

he had to hold himself back so much when he saw the LOV

he was still a hero

he couldn’t make irrational decisions

he could just end up hurting you in the process

once you were finally in his arms, no one saw the two of you for a week

the whole time you were in his home, being taken care of by him

when your recovery started to speed up, he’d be too ashamed to speak to you

but hearing you ask him to stay by your side made him make a vow to himself

he would protect you

he would be the man you deserved

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