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pink-tea · 1 year

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pillow talk

☆ pairing: choi beomgyu x fem! reader

☆ smut

☆ word count: 3,333 (yes i did have to edit the fic cause it was originally 3,334)

☆ sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, voyeurism, pillow humping (for both), improper panty use (someone please tell me the term i'm begging), punishment, bratty! beomgyu, guided masturbation? (pillow humping), slightly toxic behaviors mentioned but it's okay cause it's beomgyu, choking, begging, mix of praise and degradation, oral play (fingers in mouth), just messy overall

☆ beomgyu wants a punishment, you make him watch you get off so that he knows what to do when it's his turn

yes this was spurred by long haired beomgyu!! shoutout to the people posting all the concert videos on youtube cause i am binging the hell out of them even though i am very jealous and bitter at the fact that i wasn't there ;(

Beomgyu hasn’t been listening to you recently. It’s always loud huffs of annoyance, batting his eyelashes at you, grinning with mirth cause he knows you just can’t say no. It’s irritating because he’s right, you can’t say no to your pretty boyfriend.

With his cute smiles and his pretty face, it would be difficult to say no. He knows this; he uses it to his advantage. So when he plays around, pressing your buttons by turning his head away from your kisses, swiping your credit card right in front of you to buy some expensive new video game, whining and calling you annoying when you try to say no, you tolerate it.

You can tolerate your boyfriend’s bad behavior.

But you will not tolerate your sub’s bad behavior.

It’s all fun and games, it’s tolerable (just barely) when it’s outside of the bedroom. But when it comes to sex, when it comes down to the dynamic the two of you established over years of trust and wholehearted love, you know what role you play. You know how Beomgyu likes to be treated, you know his sweet spots and all of his favorite ways to be touched, you know that the moment his bratty behavior translates into the bedroom everything changes.

When Beomgyu decides to torment you in public, draining most of the color in your face when he grinds into you from behind as the makeup attendant tries to color match your foundation, suddenly you understand. The brat just wanted to be put back in his place, having some fun along the way as he pushed your buttons as your troublesome boyfriend. Now that he’s had his fill, it’s time to have yours.

“Stop that,” the grip you have on his wrist says, your smile tight and your jaw ticking as you try not to get thrown out your favorite makeup store for public indecency. “Make me,” the gaspy, whiny little moan he breathes in your ear says. It’s all it takes for you to tell the employee that you’re in a rush, so you’ll visit another day.

Beomgyu doesn’t fight when you drag him out into the parking lot and fume silently as you start the car. Cocky little passenger princess decides that pushing your buttons when you’re one wrong press away from crashing into the car in front of you is the best idea.

“Stop that,” you hiss, making Beomgyu’s fingers pause as they trail around your thighs. His expression visibly sours before it goes blank, eyes twinkling with nothing good as his resolve sets. His hand flattens on your thigh, fingers settling on the inside now that he’s making the effort to grasp it firmly.

“It’s been a while,” Beomgyu comments absentmindedly, making your breath stutter as he plays around with the button of your jeans. “Missed you, missed touching you…” He trails off, catching your eye as his index finger trails down your zipper, putting enough pressure so that you can feel it through the denim. “Missed you touching me,” he finishes, pink lips curling into a small smile.

His words make you want to bang your head into the car window. The fact that you hadn’t touched him recently was his fault, riling you up just to turn away from your kisses, sucking on your fingers when honey or chocolate would get on them during dessert only to saunter away. He knows you’re not going to do anything he doesn’t want, but he’s been doing this on purpose, both of you know he has.

You silently thank the fact that the store isn’t far from home, just a few more minutes of enduring his torture.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you tell him, almost willing to cry in relief once you can finally park in the driveway. His hand pauses against your clothed cunt, having caused you all kinds of grief throughout the drive, fingers slipping inside your underwear at some point (thank god for red lights).

“Why should I?” He asks you, making your gaze snap over to him with an intensity that makes the blood in his veins buzz. You don’t give him the luxury of an answer, turning the engine off and grabbing his hand, throwing it back over to him as you take off your seatbelt and step out.

Huffing in disappointment, Beomgyu unfastens himself before jumping slightly when you suddenly open the door to his side. “Out,” you tell him, looking down at him with an expression he can’t read. The sight makes him hesitate, wondering if he really made you mad this time before steeling himself.

With a grin, he steps out, watching as you quickly walk ahead of him and unlock the door. Nothing is said as you take off your jacket and toss your keys onto the couch. You walk to your shared bedroom, and Beomgyu decides to follow you.

When he walks in after you, you turn, pressing your hand onto the door Beomgyu had been gently pushing closed to make it slam. Beomgyu startles at the sound, looking at you with wide eyes, protest on his lips. The words die in his throat at the sight of your cold look, arm cornering him between you and the wall.

“Sit down, Gyu,” you instruct, lips quirking up into a slight smile even though Gyu knows better than to be disarmed by it. Giving you a questioning gaze, Beomgyu walks over to and sits on a small stool in the room. Satisfied, he watches as you begin to take your clothes off piece by piece.

The brunette watches your jeans slide down, shirt slipped off and thrown to some corner of the room. He watches as you crawl into bed, watches the way you reach back and unclip your bra, letting it slip down your shoulders before tossing it in the same direction as your shirt. He watches the way you slide up to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle right in front of him before you lift your hips, thumbs digging into the fabric of your underwear. You spread your legs open just enough for him to see the way your wetness makes the cotton stick to your cunt, watches the way you slide them down your legs.

You don’t toss the garment away, simply scooting back to the middle of the bed before you place it gently on one of the pillows. Taking the other, however, makes Beomgyu’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions. Dick already painfully hard in his sweatpants, he starts to make a fuss.

“Wait—” He starts, eyes widening in panic as you place it underneath you and in between your cushiony thighs. “What are you doing?” He questions, voice so whiny and frantic that it makes you glance over to him. He looks about ready to leap off the stool, posture tense even though his fists sit politely in his lap.

“I’m gonna demonstrate,” you explain vaguely, letting out a soft sigh as you sink your hips onto the pillow, clit dragging against the fabric. “And you’re gonna watch me, honey,” you hum, using one of Beomgyu’s pet names, lightly mocking him. “You’re gonna watch me, and then you’re gonna fuck yourself the same way I do,” you finish, staring him down.

“That way you can prove that you’re not just some disobedient whore that doesn’t know how to follow instructions,” you say, casually enough that it makes Beomgyu flinch. “You get to show me that you can actually get my words through that pretty, thick skull of yours. That my sweet Beomie actually knows better than to play around and question my authority, ‘kay?” You ask, not expecting an answer as Beomgyu swallows thickly.

“But first, you get to watch.”

So he watches. He watches the way your eyes flutter closed as you drag your wet pussy against the pillow, focused on the pleasure as you ignore the way Beomgyu is staring daggers into your skin. Big, brown eyes watching in despair as you rock your hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Fuck,” you gasp when your hips stutter, throwing your head back and opening your eyes to gaze down at Beomgyu. He lets out a pathetic whimper when your eyes meet, his confident posture from earlier withered away the longer he watches, squeezing his thighs together in a desperate attempt of getting friction. His cock is aching, but it seems that he wants to behave now, the desire to prove he’s not just a dumb whore stuck in his head.

“Are you watching?” You ask, taking one of your hands to reach up and squeeze your tit, sighing as you roll your nipple between your fingers. It’s embarrassing to admit that Beomgyu had succeeded in riling you up, getting you all wet and bothered from the constant teasing that you can already feel an orgasm creeping up on you from the stimulation. But he can’t know that, so you take your time, grinding and rolling your hips softly.

You want what he wants, want the feeling of his cock deep inside, hitting all the right places as you keep a hand in his hair and tell him what to do. But this is his punishment, and you’re patient. He can get a reward when he proves that he can handle this much, when he proves that he’s learned his lesson.

“I’m watching,” he answers weakly, eyes quickly flickering from your eyes to watch the way you please yourself against the pillow. He swallows, watching the way the fabric is darkened from your arousal, mouth watering at the thought of his head between your thighs, licking up the mess you’re making. Fuck.

His fists are balled up so tightly that he can feel the way his nails dig into his palm. But he can’t look away, minutes feeling like hours before you finally decide to stop putting on a show in favor of chasing your peak. Beomgyu listens to your gasps and your moans as you speed up the motion of your hips, knowing that he can get you off ten times— if not a hundred times better than you can yourself, knowing that this is the punishment he deserves.

The stimulation to your clit soon becomes too much for you, making you shut your eyes as you flinch and tremble from the pleasure shooting up your spine. The warmth in your stomach curls into a ball, making you bite your lip to suppress a whimper once it finally snaps. Your pace stutters and you let out a slightly exaggerated moan once the cum drips out of you and further stains the already messed up cushioned, eyes fluttering back open to stare at Beomgyu.

Eyes wide, your boyfriend shifts in his seat, giving you a pleading look once you tilt your head and offer him a smile. “Do you know what to do now?” You ask, groaning softly as you maneuver yourself off the pillow. It takes him a few seconds to answer, eyes fixed on the way your juices string as you try to remove yourself, pussy soaked.

“Yes,” he breathes, eyes stuck on you once you finally climb off the bed and make your way to stand in front of him. Holding your hand out to him, you help him up. His boner is obvious, tenting his sweatpants and the sight makes you snicker.

“Take it all off and get on the bed,” you instruct, moving to take Beomgyu’s previous seat as he shakily begins removing his clothing. You watch as he does so, letting your eyes wander over the smooth expanse of his stomach and admire the redness of his flushed tip once he takes off his boxers. Beomgyu’s movements are rushed, ears flushed pink from the embarrassment and natural arousal from watching you get off.

He climbs onto the bed the same way you had, hand reaching for a new pillow.

“Uh-uh,” you scold quickly, making Beomgyu freeze and turn his head to you with a confused look. “Use the same one,” you tell him, the words going straight down to Beomgyu’s cock as his confusion turns into slight mortification. Wordlessly, he turns his gaze to the stained pillow, images of you cumming all over the fabric just minutes ago flashing through his mind.

Slowly, almost hesitantly (when in reality he’s just trying really hard not to sob), he climbs onto it. He gasps at the wet feeling, shuddering at the chill because your cum is already cold from the a.c. blowing in the room. It feels gross good. Beomgyu’s ashamed at the realization.

Looking up, Beomgyu startles at the sight of you staring, eyes hungry. There’s a sense of power between the two of you, something you had finally regained even though you were just as naked as him. It suffocates Beomgyu and makes him drop the eye contact in a flustered panic, his shyness mixed with the humiliation of what he’s about to do already making his cheeks flare red.

“Well don’t just keep me here waiting,” you break the silence, making Beomgyu jump and unintentionally rut his hips into the fabric. He lets out a loud, whiny moan at the feeling, twitching at the stimulation from being teased for so long. Your encouragement along with his own desire finally gets him moving, hands curled into the sheets to anchor himself as he hunches over the pillow.

He copies the way you got off earlier, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The sight is almost too pretty to bear, but Beomgyu’s hunched posture and hanged head makes his bangs cascade to cover his expression. You’re unsatisfied with this, standing up and silently making your way over to the bed.

Beomgyu, who can already hardly hear you through the sound of his blood pumping in his ears gasps when you grab his chin. You drag his head up, making him whine as his posture straightens and his back arches as a result. His brain goes fuzzy with your touch, loving the sight of you staring down at him as he practically melts in your palm.

“Can’t—hah—can’t do this without you,” he whimpers, hips stuttering and jerking as his body struggles to decide if he should lean into or away from the stimulation on his dick. Beomgyu makes a point to give you his best puppy eyes, eyelashes fluttering up at you as he tries to play at your weakness.

It’s working until it doesn’t. You feel your resolve starting to slip, thoughts of crawling on top of Beomgyu and riding him till he cums flooding your mind until you feel one of his hands try to paw at your arm. The realization that he’s trying to get his way during his punishment forces you back into clarity.

Narrowing your eyes at him, the hand cradling his chin moves to grab at his throat, forcing out a gasp as his hand clings onto the wrist holding him. “You’re still trying to get out of your punishment?” You ask, huffing out a disbelieving laugh as Beomgyu sputters in your hold. “Fuck the pillow, Gyu. Either that or you don’t get to come at all,” you explain harshly.

Beomgyu’s grip tightens on you for a split second before it releases, back to fisting the covers as he slowly starts up the movement of his hips again.

“There you go,” you coo, hand still placed firmly on Beomgyu’s throat as he does as he’s told. “Shouldn’t be that hard to cum, you were just begging to get fucked like a slut earlier,” you spur him on, smiling at the way Beomgyu’s eyes shut close at the insult. “At least I’m letting you cum this time, should’ve edged you for hours with how long you’ve been acting like a brat these days,” you say, watching the way Gyu’s lips twist into a pout and his eyes open to look at you again.

His eyes are misty, mouth falling into a moan before he can find the words he wants to say. “You’re so—You’re so mean,” he whines, head rolling back when you put more pressure on his throat in return.

“Mean?” You ask, letting the question linger in the air before you remove the hand on Beomgyu’s throat. He watches you silently, whimpering softly at the feeling of his leaking tip sliding against the wetness of your cum. You lean over slightly across the bed, one of your hands curling around the fabric of the underwear you had left on the bed earlier.

You lean back into place, holding the garment right in front of Beomgyu’s face so that he can see the dark patch where your pussy had soaked through the fabric. His mouth waters at the sight, and like a mind reader, you take two underwear clad fingers and shove them past Beomgyu’s lips.

He moans loud at the taste, twitching and rutting against the pillow as the taste of your slick lands on his tongue. Drool starts to seep into the underwear and leak past his lips, big eyes looking up at you through his pleasure induced haze.

“Keep going,” you tell him, referencing the way his hips had stopped moving again. “This way, I don’t have to hear what other stupid shit you’re gonna say,” you explain, Beomgyu’s whine muffled as he sloppily starts grinding down into the pillow. He starts to melt, posture hunching over again and it makes your eyes narrow.

You crook the two fingers in his mouth, digits digging in cruelly as you drag him back up again. He shudders at the pain, drool now openly slipping down his chin and landing into the disgusting mix of cum that he continues to rut into. Now playing around with the current position, you rotate your fingers to dig into the roof of his mouth instead, pulling him up even harder.

Beomgyu’s mouth drops open with the motion, still full of panties and drool as the motion makes his back arch further in order to follow your direction. The arch makes his cock slide against the pillow at a new angle, one that makes his eyes shut tightly as shivers run through his body. He adds to the mess on the pillow with his own orgasm, still held up by your fingers even as his body begs him to fall down onto the mattress.

Chasing his orgasm, he still humps the pillow, wet noises reaching his ears as his cum mixes with yours. The feeling makes him cry out softly, eyes blinking open through the fresh wave of tears that came with his peak. He looks up at you from where you continue to stare down at him, unmoving as you watch him ride through his orgasm.

With a smile, you remove your fingers and the underwear from his mouth. Beomgyu now realizes that his jaw is a bit sore, closing his mouth and swallowing the saliva that pooled as you take a thumb and swipe away the drool on his lips. “Thank you,” he mutters, receiving a soft hum of acknowledgement from you in return.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” you respond, making Beomgyu giggle as he slides off the pillow with shaky legs.

“Love you too,” he purrs, leaning into your touch and pressing a sweet kiss onto your thumb. Your gaze melts into something fond at the affection, and you remove your hand with an exaggerated sigh.

“Toss the pillow away, I want to cuddle.”

Beomgyu’s nose scrunches up in disgust, “What? No, I’m sticky.”

“So was the pillow.” “That was your idea!”

“You liked it though.”

Beomgyu groans in annoyance, shifting on the bed before finally plopping down against the clean cushions. Silently, he opens his arms, huffing when your naked figure crashes onto his. Content, you smile into his collarbone, letting his arms wrap around you as your legs intertwine.

“You were right, you are sticky.” “Shut up.”

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #sub choi beomgyu #sub beomgyu #i have to get up early you guys </3 #wishing i had been at weverse con :(

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painted-bees · 8 months

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August 12, 2008.

Magritte had only ever heard good things about Vancouver's Granville Island and so, naturally, it was the first place she set out to find upon arriving in the city. The Greyhound station her bus pulled into had been only a short walk from the Skytrain that would carry her two minutes to Granville Station. And it was here that Magritte had the good sense to find a nice, unintrusive space to sit cross-legged and lay her old, faithful piano keyboard across her lap.

The instrument, pulled out of its cozy bed from within her large duffel bag, was a well loved Yamaha PSS-270. Its dull, black, plastic body was covered in ancient, disintegrating stickers, and a generous amount of electrical tape served to hold its batteries in place.

With an affectionate press of a button, she woke the machine up from its slumber, selected her choice presets and, with no specific setlist in mind, began to improvise a little tune. Something cute and fun, perhaps a little bit like Donkey Kong’s Stickerbrush Symphony in tempo and progression. Or just…”Stickerbrush Symphony”, wholesale, why the hell not? Improvisation melted seamlessly into the classic video game tunes that were fondly familiar to her.

The beloved instrument cradled in Magritte’s lap had been pulled apart and reassembled more times than she kept track of. But still, it held together and played its charming FM sounds dutifully. A tidy row of silver metal switches, lined up along the side of its body, were left carefully undisturbed as her fingers danced across the yellowed plastic keys. Magritte had learned very early in her busking career that the general public did not appreciate the unpredictable discordinance of a bent circuit as much as she did. And so that row of silver little switches connecting the data lines stood stoically in their ‘on’ position, not allowing for any delightful surprises, but also not deteriorating the synth-chip’s sound into glitchy noise on a bad turn. Perfectly vanilla, perfectly agreeable, endearingly nostalgic.

She had placed an old ball cap upside down infront of her, tossing in a few quarters of her own as a way of inviting more from friendly pockets. Ideally, she’d play an hour or two and leave with enough change to buy a coffee. Not just a Tim’s coffee–no. She wanted a decadent foamy latte from a cute, artsy little cafe she could sit in. She couldn’t bear to walk through the streets of Granville Island without having the spare change to treat herself on an impulse. And so–she’d not leave the train station until the passing public funded her frivolous spending habits.

After all, it was her birthday. She deserved a little gift.

Busking in a transit station was always a bit of a trade-off. It was a bustling place full of foot traffic but the people here were focused on reaching their destination; busy and preoccupied. In a place like this, Magritte had no expectation to captivate loiterers. Not many transit-goers could spare a minute or two to sit and listen while she hammered out her cheap little tunes on cheap little piano keys. And so, when a well worn pair of tan colored, loose-laced Timberlands entered her field of vision, stopping definitively to stand before her, Magritte turned her gaze upward to welcome the listener with a wide, sloppy smile.

Without giving her brain time to register the face she was speaking to, Magritte opened her mouth to chime a cheery greeting. She was cut off faster than she could process his expression.

“You’re in my spot.”

The man’s voice was curt, and the cold annoyance in his tone was mirrored in the expression on his short, square face. Pale blue eyes looked down a sharp, slightly bent nose at her. His narrow lips were pressed narrower still in a stern line, framed by a full, sandy colored beard and moustache. Atop his head, long hair of the same light color was pulled back into a small, tight bun; more slick and tidy, but far less full than the sloppy bun that Magritte’s unruly mane of curly rust colored hair had been wrangled up into.

Her dorky smirk dissolved with a few confused blinks into a slack jaw of nervous apology. “O-oh! I uh-s-sorry!”

Her startled gaze snagged itself on the acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, and the instrument’s exciting potential made her straighten her back with intent.

She found her smile again. “What if–maybe we could jam? For a few minutes! And then I can scoot on outta here and leave you to it if you want. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to–”

“Do you have a permit?” His tone was unchanged by her eager proposition.

“Huh?” It wasn’t that Magritte didn’t hear him, but she needed a moment to process what was being asked.

“You can’t be here without a permit. Not the stations, not anywhere in Granville either.” The unaccommodating man took a few steps towards her duffel bag and used the top of his foot to lift and slide it away from where she had safely tucked it. “Get a move on.”

Magritte protectively reached out to grab her bag as the man carelessly footed it out of ‘his’ space. And in doing so, she caused her keyboard to slide off her lap, forcing her to clumsily abort her duffel-grabbing effort in favor of clutching her instrument before it could somersault over the edge of her knees and land face-down onto hard ground.

The man, it seemed, was done with words and had already begun moving into the small space that shoving her bag out of the way had created. She felt her face turn hot as she began to gather up her items. Any desire to engage the guy more than she already had was lost along with her nerve.

As she relented to stowing her keyboard back into her duffel bag, an unfamiliar hand shoved a cold, unopened can of Coke in front of her face.

“Here you go.” Another man’s voice. A softer one, this time. Magritte glanced up to meet eyes with the stranger who was offering her a free drink, only to gaze into a pair of red, plastic, star shaped dollar store sunglasses.

He gave the soda can a little shake, prompting her to take it into her hands. “Sorry I took long, I had to give someone directions to the aquarium.”

“Is this…for me?” Holding the can in both hands, Magritte stared at the unopened beverage, unsure what to do with it.

The new stranger leaned onto his back foot. “You said coke, right?”

Before Magritte could stammer out a response, the new stranger turned his attention to the man with the guitar. “‘Ey, Kurtis. You mind, dude?”

The unaccommodating man, ‘Kurtis’, had just started settling in, and looked towards the new stranger with an expression that appeared as perplexed as Magritte herself felt. He turned up both his palms in a slightly contentious gesture. “Didn’t know you were playin’ here again. I’ve had this spot for, like, a year. People don’t usually park here without asking me first.”

“Okay, but you can’t just kick ‘em out like this, man.”

“I didn’t know she was with you–”

“Doesn’t matter,” Magritte’s new best friend replied. “Sixty minutes. It’s not a long time to wait if you gotta wait.”

Magritte, who had been watching Kurtis’ confidence slowly drain from his body with each passing second, turned to examine the cut of her spontaneous new accomplice. His hair was a shade or two darker than Kurtis’, and trimmed much, much shorter, with longer locks in front that fell in straight tufts over the tops of his ears and just past his thick, blocky eyebrows. His eyes remained obscured by the cheap plastic shades, and their childish novelty paired strangely with the well trimmed goatee that fanned out from under his lip to define the curve of his somewhat long but gentle chin. And he had with him a rectangular instrument case of…some variety. Not big enough for a guitar, not small enough for a flute. It didn’t give away the shape of the instrument inside, but the black oxford cloth and gold colored metallic detailings of its exterior gave it a classy, charming look she had not seen for an instrument case before. It was cute. Magritte wondered if such a style was available for portable keyboards.

His hands, which wore white fingerless driving gloves, cracked open his can of sprite, and he took a casual sip while waiting for Kurtis to, “Get a move on.”

Relenting, Kurtis shuffled away from the spot he had been deliberately crowding Magritte out of. With a snort and a nod of his head towards her, Kurtis said, “Can’t exactly play Paganini on a Portasound, Raf. What’s on your setlist?”

Raf brandished a lopsided smirk and jutted his chin in the direction of Magritte’s upturned hat on the ground. “Put a toonie down and I’ll show you.”

“Fuck off.” Kurtis’s scoff was accompanied by a laugh–one that sounded surprisingly genuine to Magritte's ear. “I came here to earn change, not spend it. But I’m curious to hear how the Ephrem Classical pairs with Toy Piano.”

Raf let out a low groan that could have been mistaken for a growl. Moving into the corner that Kurtis had surrendered, he unslung his instrument off his shoulder with a shrug. “There’s plenty you can play on just forty-nine keys.”

Being very confident about this fact, Magritte couldn’t help but provide her insight on the matter. With an enthusiastic lean-in, she interjected, “Yeah, like Kirby’s Dreamland!”

Raf’s head flinched in her direction almost imperceptibly, and if she had caught the subtle downward twitch of his eyebrows that betrayed a pang of confusion, she might have felt a bite of embarrassment. But instead, she heard him agree. “Like…Kirby’s Dreamland, yeah.”

He turned to look over his shoulder at her, his sunglasses mercifully hiding the bafflement in his eyes. Magritte beamed gleefully back up at him.

“Well, have fun.” Kurtis levelled a stern yet somewhat pleading glance at Raf.” I’ll be back here in an hour. Don’t let anyone else move in if you leave early, please.”

Raf simply shrugged and sipped loudly from his can of sprite in response.

As Magritte watched Kurtis disappear into the foot traffic, she began to tentatively scoot back towards where she had previously sat. “I didn’t mind giving that guy his spot back, he was just kinda–”

“A dick. Nah, I saw that. S’why I stepped in.” Raf had carefully set his instrument case down, and was in the process of zipping it open.

Leaning slightly to get a peek at what he was playing, Magritte said, “Thanks for the pop, by the way! I can pay you back after. If uh–you’re actually gonna stick around and jam with me.”

He pulled his instrument out of its protective cradle; a pale varnished wooden violin. “Don’t worry about it.”

Inside the carrying case, Magritte noticed two bows neatly stowed. The bowstrings on the bow Raf selected was a standard white color, but the strings on the one he left in the case were an eye-catching red.

“Truth be told,” tucking the chin rest of the violin beneath his chin, he played one string, and then two experimentally, “I don’t really play anymore.” His fingers closed around one of the tuning knobs at the head of the violin, but if he had tweaked it at all, it wasn't perceptible. “So it’s gonna be pretty rough. But uh…gotta commit to the bit, I guess.”

Magritte took the moment to open her soda and enjoy a refreshing sip. “What kinda music do you normally play?”

“Classical,” he replied almost too quickly. “You?”

Magritte hesitated for a second. She should have had an easy answer for this by now, but all she could manage was, “a bit of everything. Anything, really!”

Raf ran his bow over the strings again to hear their tune before turning to look at her. “Yeah?” His eyebrows were raised, and his smirk favored one side of his face; an expression Magritte interpreted as incredulous. He fidgeted with a tiny, lone knob on the violin's body where the strings ended.

“Y-yeah! I, um…” Settling her keyboard back into her lap, she turned it on. “You can just play whatever, and I can fill it in. I can improvise, I think.”

Raf paused and stared down at Magritte’s little Portasound with a sigh much heavier than he intended. The thing was lacking, not just in keys, but in sound. It was a struggle to think of something he could play that she’d be able to accompany. The titles which did come to mind where…overplayed and would have to be simplified considerably to suit the keyboard's limitations. Weighing it in his mind, however, he decided that ‘simple’ may benefit not just the limited range of her instrument, but of her musical skill as well.

He ran the bow over his strings to measure their tune one last time before tentatively, very slowly playing the first few crystalline notes of Für Elise. He felt a tension he didn’t know he was holding melt off his shoulders as he watched Magritte’s face light up. She curled over her little piano in a hurry to play his accompaniment. She knew this one.

She picked a soft, more ambient sound from the keyboard’s voicebank, electing to quietly cushion the violin’s notes rather than chafe against them. It was…difficult. Her little yamaha and its quaint library of FM chip sounds did not get along nicely with ‘real instruments’ that were being played ‘straight’. It wanted to be weird and annoying, just like her. But the notes Raf played, while simple, were extremely clear in tone; neat and tidy. The bow did not once stutter on the rough strings, it glided with practised ease. And with a great deal of restraint.

This guy…he was playing beneath his skill level. For her sake, presumably. Like a gentleman.

As Raf brought Für Elise to a close with the last, steady draw of his bow, Magritte swapped her soft, ambient voicing out with an annoying music box sound, and began hammering out a choice section from the 3rd movement of Appassionata. Her fingers slammed the keys harder than was necessary, solely because she enjoyed the percussive sound it added to each obnoxious, feverish note.

Lowering his violin, Raf watched Magritte’s fingers flutter furiously across the mini keys with respectable precision. Holding both the bow and the neck of his violin in one hand, his free hand reached up to remove his sunglasses and he rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm. A humbled snort escaped through his nose. “Yeah, okay.”

“Play any song.” Magritte slowed her fingers to a stop without completing the movement. “Even if I don’t know it, even if it goes beyond the range of my little piano, I can improvise something nice for it, I promise!”

Fitting his sunglasses back on, Raf let out a tentative hum. “I’m not much of an improviser–”

“You don’t have to improvise anything! Play whatever you want, however you wanna play it. I will improvise around whatever you give me!” Magritte’s voice had risen to an excited shout, and instinctively, she withdrew into herself just a little bit, as if making herself smaller would also make her voice smaller, too. “It’s my favorite thing to do. It’s a lot of fun.”

His incredulous smirk returned, but this time his brow furrowed slightly, encouragingly, under his growing sense of intrigue.

“It’s–” Magritte held up both hands haltingly, “it’s probably not gonna be like how you know it should be. Just…so you know. It might even be…bad? In some parts? But-! Mostly it’ll be neat! I promise!”

“Neat…” Raf brought the violin up once again to rest under his chin. “Neat’s cool. Alright, let’s see, then.”

As though he had been inspired by Magritte’s aggressive interpretation of Appassionata, he began with a series of fast, chirpy, clean notes of his own. A wholly different song, but Magritte recognized this one too. She had most often heard it as a phone ringtone, but she couldn’t recall who composed it nor what the song was titled. She provided a jaunty, equally bouncy accompaniment that she’d have described as ‘percussive’. The violin’s unwavering confidence was a delight for Magritte’s deft little fingers to dance around. He never fell out of tempo, and she was able to punctuate his notes with hers in perfect time. Maintaining synchrony for the entire length of the fast paced composition filled her with such satisfying joy, she had failed to properly appreciate an obvious fact about her musical accomplice until he brought the song to a close; he was a skilled musician.

Staring up at him from her spot on the floor, Magritte’s wide eyes almost sparkled with delight. “You’re like…Concert hall good, aren’t you? Are you part of the local orchestra? Or at least like–aspiring to be?”

Raf’s gaze hung on her as both his jaw and posture slackened. “Uh…”

She didn’t give him enough time to respond, hitting him with another question. “What was the title of that song? I just know it as one of the Nokia ringtones.”

“P–” Raf’s stunned silence cracked with a laugh that sprang forth from his chest and took him by surprise almost as much as Magritte’s line of questioning had. “Paganini. It’s–it’s Paganini, Caprice number…number 24.” The response was punctuated with warm chuckling. “Or, you know, that one phone ringtone, yeah.” He smirked at her for a moment longer, studying her for any sign that she was putting him on. “How do you…accompany me that well, on that little machine, and not even know the song?”

Magritte waved her hands in front of her. “No, no, I knew the song! I’ve heard it before, I just didn’t know what it was called.”

“Yeah, alright.” He snorted one last incredulous laugh and brought his violin back up for another song.

Magritte stopped him before he could settle on his next pick. “Do you play professionally? I mean, it sounds like it but, like–”

“No.” Before Magritte could inquire further, the first notes of their next song filled the space between them, drawn out of his violin with long, purposeful strokes of his bow.

The next several songs, Raf played seamlessly one into the other–without pausing for conversation. That was just as well for Magritte. It had been ages since she was given the chance to play music with someone, and never had she played with someone who was so…solid? Consistent? The real deal. Usually, she had to avoid getting carried away when playing with another person. It was very easy for her to close her eyes and get taken to places that her musical partners could not follow along with. But with Raf, she was finding herself challenged to keep up with him. Most of the songs he had chosen, she had not heard before. And so she needed to keep an attentive ear out if she wanted to pick out repeated phrases, and predict melodic trajectories.

Finally, they arrived at the end of an especially eclectic piece, and Raf did not immediately follow through into another composition. Instead he lowered his bow, and Magritte took her opening to converse again.

“I really liked that one. It was super janky, in a fun way.”

“Yeah,” Raf said. “I was always fond of it, too.”

“I liked the plucky bits. Did you write it?”

“Did I–” Raf palmed both his bow and violin in one hand, and massaged his eyes and browline with the other. “No, some guy named Ravel did. Tzigane, that one’s called.”

Magritte chewed the inside of her cheek. “R-right.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You knew that one, though.”

“I didn’t.”

“...You just let me solo the first four minutes based on vibes?”

“I thought I missed the bus on it.”

“The actual composition has no accompaniment until about half way through, so…bravo.”

“Wait, really?” Magritte leaned forward eagerly. “Did I play the accompaniment correctly, too?”

“Not even close.”

“Drat.” She slumped.

“Was good, though.” Raf picked up his sprite from where he had placed it, on the ground next to his case, and drained the last bit of its contents.

Magritte perked up again. “Yeah!?”

He held the lip of the empty can between his teeth as he began tucking his violin back into its carrying case. “Mmhm.”

Magritte watched him pack up for a moment longer than it should have taken her to realise, “Wait, you’re leaving already?”

Raf zipped his instrument safely away before removing the empty soda can from his mouth. “Yeah, I gotta get going. But look,” He bent over to collect Magritte’s upturned ball cap off the ground. The few quarters she had started with now had a generous handful of friends with them; more quarters, some loonies, a few toonies and–

Magritte accepted the hat when Raf handed it to her, and pulled a crisp twenty dollar bill out of it. “W-who left this!? I wasn’t even paying attention, I should have said thanks!”

“A mystery.” He slung his violin case over his shoulder.

Magritte urged him to wait, fluttering a hand at him. “Half of this is yours!”

“Nah.” He favored her with a smile. “Genuinely, this was a treat in itself. It’s been a long time since I’ve played for fun like this. It…was fun.” That last part sounded as though it came as a surprise to him.

Frowning, Magritte pleaded with him. “Okay, okay but–okay. Lemme treat you to a coffee then, at least? If you’re in no real hurry.”

Raf paused to regard her with a measuring stare. He then sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black denim hoodie jacket, waiting for Magritte to stow her keyboard away into her bag.

Zipping the duffel closed, she hoisted it with effort over her shoulder and beamed up at her new friendly acquaintance. “If you know any cute, cozy coffee places with a real decadent latte, I’m open to suggestions!”

“There are…a few.”

“I’m Magritte, by the way!” She extended her hand out to him.

With slight hesitation, Raf shook it. “Rafael.”

As the two of them began to make their way out of the station together, he dared to ask, “Are you here visiting, or..?”

“Oh!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, “I just came in from Calgary like…two hours ago. Ideally, I’d like to stay until the spring, but that’s gonna depend on things.”

“Calgary?”

“Yeah! I was in Edmonton before that, and in Winnipeg before that–but that was mostly a fever dream. I wasn’t there long. Montreal before that, though, was nice..!” She talked the entire walk, and he was content to quietly listen. part ii

#meet cute?#meet cute.#unedited...sorry about that lmao #Hi-Note #rafael #magritte

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kissingmilfs · 2 years

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ooh well if you need ideas…what about punishment? what would wanda punish r for? how would she punish r?

also!! could i maybe have an emoji to sign off with? i’m thinking 🐕 if not, that’s totally cool, i understand :)))

ahh thank you!! wanda’s a bit on the softer side since buttercup 80% “behaves” and adores wanda. she does jump on any opportunity to discipline buttercup especially considering how naughty buttercup can be. i hope you like it!!

punishments: bells and whistles au 📚

cw: pet play, slight physical violence, gags, forced orgasms, overstimulation, exhibitionism?

buttercup, for the most part, behaves for wanda. you like staying on wanda’ s good side. you get a lot of pets, blankets, treats and of course—wanda’s undivided attention.

however, you’re a kitten and prone to cranky mood swings and grumpiness. wanda never minds when your mood turns sour, but buttercup does become a handful once the mood changes.

when wanda slowly started introducing the lifestyle to you, you did throw a few tantrums in the beginning. mostly over the thought of having little autonomy over yourself. some days you’d refuse to answer when wanda called. or pretending to listen to instructions then sauntering off to take a nap, or curl up with a video game.

wanda prefers you’d help customers than hide all day, but sometimes you’re not in the mood. in those instances, you’d create some elaborate lie to the customer why they shouldn’t buy a book. nothing to ruin business, but it entertained you and cut your socializing time in half.

you thoroughly enjoy talking back to wanda especially when she’s trying to correct your behavior, or explaining why she has to say no, to one of your requests. sometimes wanda lets it slide. she thinks it’s cute, how opinionated you are, while being completely at her mercy.

other times, you push wanda’s buttons too far. you’ll have a practically smart mouth one day. or completely roll your eyes at something she said before walking off. or you’ll say the wrong thing to the wrong customer causing a bigger problem for wanda. or she’ll spend time searching for you, calling your name when she ha other more pressing matters.

wanda’s favorite punishments are always meant to humiliate you. remind you of your place. or simply to keep you close and quiet. wanda enjoys the challenges of ownership and that includes the punishments.

if you’re feeling chatty, wanda prefers gagging you and putting a mask over your mouth. customers tend to assume you have a little cold. she’ll strike up conversations with customers then ask you something, fully expecting an answer back. your left drooling in the mask, dumbfounded while wanda and customer anticipates an answer.

her immediate reaction for your misbehavior is a slap across the cheek. she doesn’t even care if someone sees or not. especially if she’s given you multiple warnings. wanda is casually rough. anytime she kicks, slaps or hits you it’s without second thought. it usually only happens once and efficiently. buttercup tends to have at least, one new bruise, by the end of the week.

wanda also loves withholding anything you treasure. she’ll remove all the cushions and blankets from the store, forcing you to go all day without a nap. you’re known to whine and moan for any ounce of her attention. even if it’s tied to her side. it isnt any fun, however, when she blindfolds you and puts headphones over your ears.

if you’re refusing to help, wanda sends you into a corner of the store, separate from most of the customers. first go, you were excited about having some alone time. until you realized, wanda sends you away to force endless orgasms out of you until youre crying into the pillows, begging her for her forgiveness. it’s even worse, if a customer happens to stroll into that section. you have to attempt composure, knowing wanda’s monitoring on one of her many cameras.

#🐕#bells and whistles au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #honey’s nonnies 🍯

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magicalgardenofhypnosis · 1 year

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Superman is a excellent case study indeed a body boastful of a God, super human abilities and a legions of fans Galaxy wide.

Lex Luther watches this special in a state of rage pacing back am forth in bud luxe jail house setting.

Arms cross behind his back he pounds the floor in disgust at what he saw but more importantly he is lost.

“How can they worship him? He is a alien threat to human kind.” Lex yells throwing his tray of food.

He stops when the television screen goes off for a minute turning back on he can see a static.

“Lex, stare in to the screen open your mind to me not even you can resist me that’s it walk to the television.” A voice says with two arms propel forward and yank him in.

It’s precisely eight eight pm upon Lex’s eyes pops open and he awakens in strange room filled with far too many familiar faces for his taste.

“What is this some sort of trailer trash theme park for the bizarre?” Lex says with a hardy laugh.

The elevator pings resoundingly pulling their attention back to the shaft as it opens up to reveal a new comer.

The man say not single word digging into his pockets to retrieve a unimpressive remote control with a single button.

In the light of day it is clearly fully dark gold plated just like Lex expects of someone with a ego equal to his.

A finger presses the button signaling white nose sound emitting through the speakers and four massive window shades to rescind.

“Is that Superman? This cannot be possible in a million years.” Lex demands.

“ A man of your intellect denies what he sees?”

“I demand of know how you managed to do this.”

“So bossy! Simply put he took the bate.”

“Your ego is your downfall.”

“Every plan you make is so elaborate.”

“Super pussy is a Boy Scout”

“He is compulsively running into danger”

“Give him what he wants”

“I certainly did”

Lex marvels at the sheer brilliance and the ingenuity of my invention whirling around the mass that forms that Kryptonian mass.

The Man of Steel riddling with pain as estim lace with Kryptonite burn his skin at touch, a vr head piece adorns his head.

His clothes strip to pieces, a cow milking cup and machine get to work growing him hard and cunning consecutively.

I can hear his voice in rinse cycle of lust, pain, and joy continuously it is almost sickening.

His arms, and legs are held down with steel kryptonite lace to hold him down for the foreseeable future.

Inside the mind of Clark I begin a long lust filled journey taking a video gaming wand of controller in hand and go for it.

Pressing play I place my goggles on taking over the body of Clark Kent to my awe and

shock.

I signal my crew to enter the room locking it down they face my fellow rogues ensuing a attack and chain them down.

They are left to only see the man they once feared as a hero, the one who always came to defeat them fall.

“Well, well Clark let’s take a journey”

“Your subconscious! Lovely”

“Lois, and family.”

“Ugh!”

“Sheesh”

“Fuck this!”

“Time to do some damage”

“After I do some meditation”

“You will see things my way! Mwahahaha “

Lex and crew are in for a treat as the floor is beginning to spin out of control the platform rose upward.

“I am Lex Luther! I do not condone this”

A huge container drops from above closing in on them locking in place they continue to lift up.

“What was your plan all along to kill us?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Well done!”

Lex is perplex as a bomb starts to trigger in a ticking fashion blowing up consuming all of us.

“Nnnnnoooooo!”

“You see Clark! You are weak, unworthy, you are unable to save the rest.”

“Lex? Toy Man? Brainiac?”

“Nope! All gone! Mwahahaha”

“You are insane!”

“Maybe or maybe not “

“The point is I am in charge now”

“You are my captive Superman”

“I will make you squeal and beg for freedom”

The door opens to the room culling Clark’s heighten senses to focus on me with ears to turning.

“Your powers are still working”

“I will get loose and then”

“Then what? I thought so! Whatever!”

My hand goes flying smacking him hard as his head swings to the other side in pain not so strong.

Digging my hands in to his head I grab the stringy hair tightly would pulling him up and flick the switch.

“You see Clark, I am here, there and everywhere.”

“You cannot escape me bitch”

“Inside your mind I am remapping you, out side on the exterior we are refocusing you.”

“Shall we begin?”

“Stop fighting the brainwashing and milking “

“You are enjoying it, oh you are hard”

“Admit it!”

“Nnnnoooo! I want to so bad”

“Increase the pressure and the estim”

“Where did I put those scissors?”

“Ah here we go? First though”

“One injection and that should do it”

“Nnnoo! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh -zonk”

“Knocked out like a light”

“Will just let the four things play a part “

Scissors get to work from his legs up I cut his uniform to smithereens in delight they crumble in the floor.

“I am gonna enjoy fucking you”

“Raw and real”

“Feel the pain with each thrust”

“The pleasure with release”

“Succumb”

“It’s been hours man”

“Give in”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh uuuuuuhhhhh”

“For fucks sake geez”

“Took you long enough”

“Sweet release Master”

“I know! Mwahahahahaha”

The end

#superman #clark kent #submission #evil #hypnosis #mind control

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usaharatobikichi · 10 months

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SQ + playing DDR

Solids:

* Shiki would be awful. He’s good at dance for his job but he does not have the coordination to be pressing buttons while dancing around the machine. He will complain about some random joint being in pain after one song to try and escape the embarrassment of it all.

* Rikka wouldn’t be good or bad, he’d be decent but he’d still be better than most people he knows. He can go for a couple of games before he really starts to feel tired (zonked out) from it, but he will play some of the harder songs if he’s playing against someone just to be petty and show off (competitive asshole).

* Tsubasa would be really good only because he has coordination and the stamina of a five year old on crack. When he plays he misses a lot of notes because he’s not Good good, but he always survives through the song - him and Rikka get into a lot of fights because of this (arguing over how he basically died that song, but jo be didn’t because see he still survived and got a B).

* Dai is just as bad as Shiki, if not worse. I think he would get confused really easily by the arrows and having to tap the tiles at the same time, his brain just doesn’t make the connection fast enough while playing so he ends up tapping too late. But he has the problem of getting dragged on to play with Tsubasa. Rikka absolutely has a video of them playing together and it’s just Tsubasa going at it and Dai standing there on the middle tile looking like he’s about to burst into because he forget to change the difficulty to beginner and all the arrows are making his brain explode.

Quell:

* Shu is good at beginner difficulty, and sometimes basic if its ranked at a 4. He much prefers watching, but when he goes to the arcade with all of quell it becomes a family night of everyone getting to play together with each other no matter what. When he plays with Eichi he will absolutely put all the cutesy love songs on because he’s awful and he thinks it’s funny when Ichiru starts making fake gagging noises in the background.

* Eichi is surprisingly good at the game, using the backbar and all. When he first played with the rest of quell Ichiru was so shocked by how good he is at the game, he would have said something he didn’t want to admit like “Is there anything you’re not good at Eichi?” And he would have ignored everyone out of embarrassment until he’s invited to play. Eichi can play for long periods of time though, when he’s getting tired he just takes off his hoodie/cardigan/whatever outer layer he’s wearing and continues - which for Shu is a special little treat because he gets to study how the muscles in Eichi’s arms tense and move when he uses the backbar (he is not going to heaven).

* Issei is bad at first purely due to his introverted nature. He’s afraid of being watched and people staring at him and the rest of quell, and all the noise is so overwhelming. So when he first steps up and plays his first song, he very nearly has a meltdown and he can’t continue. But overtime he gets used it, Ichiru holding his hand while they play for a while does in fact help even if it makes him feel childish (the pictures and videos Shu and Eichi got that day filled up the rest of their phone storage). Now he’s at a level of not good but not bad at the game and he doesn’t mind. He prefers playing the slower songs (as slow as they get on ddr lol) and he finds it fun to get a little competitive with Shu since they’re at about the same level of skill.

* Ichiru is good but not as good as Tsubasa or Eichi. He has his standard rivalry with Tsubasa going on, but they tend to get in arguments about playing with the bar vs playing without, since Ichiru learnt how to play with the bar from Eichi and Tsubasa never taught himself how to play with the bar (which he’s mad about). Eichi always has to disengage the fighting with a rant about play styles and that everyone plays differently and it’s perfectly okay so can we please take a breather and calm down. He has tons of stamina though and could play with Eichi for hours. He often forgets that people aren’t always good at these types of games, and he always ends up picking difficult song when he plays with Shu and nearly kills the poor man.

#headcanon #writing #tsukipro #takamura shiki #sera rikka #okui tsubasa #murase dai #izumi shu #horimiya eichi #kuga issei #kuga ichiru #demi.writes

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myfixationacademia · 11 months

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The breeze before the Storm

So I decided to start doing small writings of some moments in the Healer Deku AU I am developing with @zaiban2989, and today we get a looksie at this Deku1s childhood and the event of the manifestation of his quirk

Warning: This is a bkdk endgame AU, don't like it/ You know where the exit is, for the rest that likes it or is indifferent but respect the tastes of others, have a good reading!

“Oi, Deku…”

The ash blond boy said as he approached Izuku slowly, who was shaking and couldn’t even breathe or speak, he walked closer to him, and Young Midoriya now dropped to his knees.

“You can’t look scared every time I’m about to kick the ball to you!”

“B-but, Kacchan? That’s our 3rd ball and…So far, you have kicked it towards everything…And everyone”

Another boy near them was lying on the ground breathing heavily with another, who was larger than him and sported a pair of dragon-like wings, managed to get up despite looking so tired and sweaty and exclaimed

“Kacchan, Izuku has a good point...We’ve been out here for hours and it is getting too hot, can’t we go back to Mrs Midoriya’s place?”

“Urgh! Fine! But only because she said she would be making spicy noodles!”

The other boys celebrated and walked in a single line behind Katsuki on the way to Deku’s apartment, the green-haired boy walking near the end with the winged boy, Tsubasa, who is chatting about a cartoon both have been watching together about a bat-themed hero and his sidekick, Tsubasa’s grandpa had some old tapes in his attic and after finding out Inko has a cassette player and an old tv model the two have been fixating on it for a while, Deku likes that the hero doesn’t have powers, while Tsubasa enjoys how the hero is bat themed, which he wishes to go for when he becomes a pro.

Meanwhile, Tesaki and Hashiga were arguing over a video game both have been playing, a fighting game involving ninjas and samurai in an old but mystical version of Japan that was certainly way too mature for their age due to the presence of gore, but their parents haven’t found out about that, although Hashi hoped his young half brother did not find out about it, he would most likely tell their moms about it.

And finally, Katsuki remained looking forward while leading the group, pressing the elevator buttons and making sure none of the boys got separated, they all had similar ages but he was the oldest, so a babysitter by default in his mind.

After arriving once more at the apartment, Tesaki and Tsubasa wasted no time in hogging the electric fan for themselves, Hashiga made his way to his backpack to grab the comic he was reading, and Izuku and Katsuki answered Inko’s call to help her set the table for their lunch while doing so, the two boys chatted away about what happened at pre-school, Katsuki had manifested his quirk, one of the first in the entire class to do so along with Tsubasa and Tesaki, Izuku, of course, congratulated his best friend but had doubts about when it would be his turn, half of his friend group manifested their quirks, and Hashiga was born with it, having had his teeth all grown as a baby, but nothing on Deku’s end, Katsuki reassured him that he should not worry so much, it would come eventually, after all, they were going to be a dual after all.

However, days became weeks…And that fateful day came, a visit to the doctor’s office,

“I think you should give up”

Said Doctor Tsubasa, in the most monotone voice, he continued, explaining that Izuku had a mutation that was used for generations to determine whether or hot a person was born quirkless, and Izuku, unfortunately, was part of 20% of the world’s population of people born without a meta ability, or quirk as more people found the former term too hard to remember or it didn’t do justice as some quirks weren’t always good or heroic like.

The news was brought to the school staff at Izuku’s preschool, and from that piece of information alone, people treated Izuku like he was made out of glass, too fragile to play with others who had manifested their quirks, too out of place to talk about what kind of hero the others wished to be and…Too weird to have friends-

“Izuku! Oi! Earth to Deku!”

“huh?! Oh…Kacchan…Guess we won’t be heroes together anymore……I’m so-”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t play ball with us, does it?”

Deku looked at his friend dumbfounded, he wasn’t making fun of him or anything…He just…Invited him to play as if nothing happened, like it was a normal day

“…I still want to be a hero…”

“…You do know that’s impossible tho, right?”

“It is not going to stop me! I will be a hero…Whether everyone likes it or not…”

“...Heh…You sure are something else Izuku, come on, the others are outside”

“They also want to play?”

“If they say anything, I’ll just blow up their faces”

“That’s mean tho!”

Once outside, it was much like how it was in the classroom, it was as if nothing major that day happened, even if the staff was babying Deku too much, or his classmates were making weird faces every time he would walk with Katsuki, the days that came after did not change, Tsubasa even commented that it was “Kind of dumb” to look at a finger on your foot to see if you have any powers…And he couldn’t be closer to the truth

A few years later and in Elementary school, during recess, Deku and some of his classmates are talking and chatting away, when suddenly the freckled boy hears the sound of crying, as he runs towards the source upon recognizing the voice, his question of who it belonged to was right there crying and holding his own knee as it was bleeding, Kacchan had fallen from a branch of a dead tree and landed on the gravel of the playground area, some kids had left to call the nurse but Deku felt drawn to the wound, he first took his time to calm down Katsuki, the blond hated when others but Izuku saw him crying his eyes out, and he was no stranger to accidentally falling from higher places, but this felt like the first time it was actually hurting him.

Izuku looked around and saw some people whispering and giggling amongst each other, some even laughed whilst Izuku was seeing their faces clearly, he yelled at everyone to back off while hiding Kacchan’s face with a hug, once all students were gone, Deku cleaned the tears off of his best friend’s face with the most honest smile he could pull, then he used his own hoodie to clean the blood.

However, when doing so, his fingers made contact with the wound, Deku’s freckles were now glowing a shade of green similar to his eyes, and in a few seconds, the bloody scratch was closed off and had faded completely, Deku could have sworn he was now feeling something on his own knee but his thoughts were interrupted with Katsuki gushing over what just had happened.

His eyes of crimson color shined with determination and admiration, for the power he had witnessed in action, and from his best friend acting like a hero, the nurse came around soon after and Katsuki got up and told everyone that he would never need a nurse cause Deku would be making his bruises and scars go away with a simple touch and thanks to his “magical freckles”, a comment that made Deku blush immediately.

But that wasn’t all, during a class after recess, Deku tried to grab a pencil to write something down but his face was glowing now a shade of red, and next thing he knew, the pencil had broken in half, and the weird pain on his knee was suddenly gone, and the class was excited to see that Deku had finally manifested his powers, but no one was as proud as Katsuki Bakugou, who tackled Deku with a hug as soon as classes were over.

The green-haired and ash blond did not spare any details to their moms on the way back home, Inko was so overjoyed with the news, so much so that on that day she sent a text to her husband, and unlike how she had the expectation that Hisashi would leave her on read, on that night, he called her and told her how proud he was that Izuku manifested his quirk, and what an amazing one it was, healing abilities? he should be with some elit quirk users of his age, maybe in a prestigious academy in Otheon, Inko tried to argue that it was too early to think of that, but Hisashi pulled on a heartstring of hers, Izuku could be a hero…And those were the news Inko delivered to her son the next morning…And how they would leave Japan.

#bakudeku #my writing #Damage Control - Healer Deku AU

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daisyj2506 · 1 year

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Please be nice I’m still learning to draw

Avery/Angel

MtF

* Avery was twenty years old when she left home and moved to Dahlia

* She moved away from her domineering parents who controlled most of her life

* Avery isn’t fazed by David stubbornness and is mostly not intimidated by him except when David yells as this reminds her of home when her father use to yell

* The pack likes to say that Avery has David wrapped around her little finger

* Two years after being with David they started transitioning

* Avery treats David like a jungle gym due to the large height difference

* Avery has insomnia and sneaks out of bed to play video games and is normally dragged back to bed by David

* Avery enjoys pushing David’s buttons and doesn’t mind being called Little Snot but will always tell David if he ever takes anything to far

* David makes Avery feel safe and protected, she likes snuggling in his arms after a bad day at work

* Angel was concerned about feeling excluded when she found out about David being a werewolf and not just any werewolf but an Alpha but David always made her feel included in pack conversations and keeps her up to date with the latest pack news

* Angel likes hanging out with the mates as she grew up not having many friends

* Angel views the mates / Darlin as older siblings

David Shaw

* David has spent his whole life in Dahlia and met Avery when he was twenty five

* David lost his mother at a young age and lost his father Gabe two years before meeting Avery

* Originally David tried to scare Avery off by being intimidating by realised the small human was petty unintimidated by him

* David refuses to admit that Avery had him wrapped around her little finger, but will normally give up after being defeated by Avery puppy dog eyes

* David was a hundred percent behind Avery transitioning, he tried to be at every appointment and despite Avery refusal David contributed a large sum of money towards the operations

* David didn’t mind Avery using him as a jungle gym, he liked having her pressed close, but when she first started doing it David was so scared that the small human was going fall but Avery was like a small squirrel

* David used his height and strength to his advantage in the relationship when he woke up alone in the bed and was greeted with the sound of video games, he would leave the bedroom and simply turn off the tv and the game console and scooped up his small mate and deposit them back into their bed and wrapped his strong arm around her waist pinning her to the bed

* At the beginning Avery drove David around the bend, she knew exactly how to push his buttons, but as time passed, David learnt to enjoy the banter, and learnt to give as good as his little mate gave. But always felt his heart break when he saw tears in Avery eyes and she sobbed that he took it to far.

* David main goal in life was to make Avery feel safe, he’s life is dangerous and he would do whatever it takes to keep Avery away from the danger

* David always kept Avery up to date with the pack, the last thing he wanted was for Avery too feel excluded, if she wanted David would allow Avery to attend pack meetings and in the evening would spend time telling Avery about pack activities

* David found it very difficult to allow Avery out with the mates at the beginning, David was always a worrier when it comes to small mate, but Avery had begged to go when she was invited out, and had explained that it was sweet that David cared about her but he wasn’t her father or master and she could make her own choices. After a couple of times of the mates hanging out, David felt that Avery was safe with his fellow pack mates mates.

Wedding

* Avery had Darlin as her maid of honour and Babe as her bridesmaid and Sweetheart as her bridesman

* David had Asher as his best man, Milo and Sam as his groomsmen

* The wedding was held at Avery and David camping spot that use to be David and Gabe camping spot

* The wedding was attended by the Shaw pack members and Gregory pack member, as well as William, Vincent and his partner Lovely and Sam’s two prodigies.

* Avery family wasn’t invited to the wedding and had Sweetheart to walk her down the aisle

* Avery left some chairs at the front free with large framed pictures of David’s parents which David didn’t know about until he reached the end of the aisle, this nearly pushed David over into tears

* When David saw Angel walk down the aisle he swear he thought his heart stopped, he thought of all the pain and sorrow they had been through and how it all lead to this moment

* Both Avery and David cried during their vows,

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted David/Angel #redacted audio #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted dahlia #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe

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“The doctor strides towards you and presses a gloved finger through your lips, exposing your fang. Her violet eyes are focused only on this rare specimen. With slow and methodical movements she manipulates you as if you were an object. You detect no caution to the danger in toying with Kindred.

What do you do?”

Dani paused, her fingers teasing her D10s. The doctor may have been an important NPC, vital to the party’s plans to take down the shadow organization that was hunting them. The problem was that 270 year old vampire Anita Blakeman had endured disrespect after disrespect during this campaign and her player was tired of her wife, the DM Gretchen, abusing her patience to heighten drama.

it would cost a willpower to not bite this arrogant scientist’s neck here and now. That would leave her vulnerable when they reached her Sire on the 78th floor.

Gretchen likely counted on that fact.

“Stay calm, Anita...!” to Dani’s left Fred (playing Moonwind the hippy werewolf) urged. The voice carried more Fred than Moonwind. Dani had rebelled her role as DM’s wide before and made life difficult for the team by “doing what the character would do” before, this was as much an out of character warning than an in.

“Well, ‘Anita’?” Gretchen asked with a smug air about her.

Gretchen always knew how to push Dani’s buttons. In and out of the game.

“I cast Mesmerize.” Dani finally said. She could feel Fred’s relief behind her. She could see Gretchen’s wicked smirk grow.

“Give me a roll.”

The familiar and welcome sound of dice tumbled on to felt.

“6 successes.” Dani proclaimed.

“Critical success!”

“Okay, I have her back off and-“

“Roleplay it.” Gretchen snapped before Dani could finish.

Dani’s breath caught. Gretchen gave her The Look. The Look that said this wasn’t a request. It was a command.

Dani could not resist The Look. Trying in front of her friends was not something she was willing to try. She swallowed her concern and slipped into the Southern Drawl of her character Voice.

“Get yore hands off-ah me!”

Oxygen drained from the room. In and out of character Dani carried herself tenderly and meekly. She never summoned this fierce tone, not unless Anita was letting The Beast take control.

“Doctor Spence’s eyes grow wide and she steps back. Hand slacking and falling helplessly to her side. She is open. Suggestible. You can tell that she cannot resist your vampyric gaze. She will do anything you command.” Gretchen twisted the word ‘anything’ to flood it with implication.

“That’s better...” she growled.

“The doctor stands firm, an empty expression on her face. Color draining from her lips. Her blinks slow and heavy. Breath shallow.”

Damn it all, Dani thought, why did she have to make it hot?

“We need her...” Moonwind reminded, knowing a morsel like this may look tasty.

“Yes we do...” Dani replied, before shifting back to Anita’s Voice.

“You, my tasty treat, are coming with us.”

Her eyes locked on to her wife’s and she drew closer, character Voice dripping into a growl.

“You will follow us without making a sound. You will speak only when spoken to. You will obey my every command. You will call me Mistress. I own you. Mind. Body. Soul.”

Gretchen slowly gulped, frozen in place. Dani cupped her chin and continued. “You are going to help us fight the organization and if you please me I will reward you, Pet.”

Gretchen’s lips trembled. The weight of her head square in Dani’s hand.

“Well?!?” Anita sharply demanded.

“Yes... mistress...!”

Gretchen’s voice, still in character (ever the extroverted actress) was empty, devoid of emotion, commitment. It was gone. Doctor Joyce was nothing more than a toy in a predator’s grasp.

It. Was. So. Hot!

Then with no apparent transition between empty thrall and Dungeon Master, Gretchen bubbled back to life.

“Good job!”

The session went as expected from there. Paused before they were caught in the CEO’s trap. Dani even got bonus EXP for roleplaying.

Snacks and YouTube videos ensued but all too soon the house was cleared leaving way for the post Game Night bliss.

“So, hey. Uh. What the hell was that?”

Gretchen’s question came out of nowhere.

“Sorry...” Dani sighed. “I got caught in the moment.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I just want you to tap into that stuff again some time.”

“Pretty hard. That was Anita talking. Not me.”

*SNAP*

“Then I am talking to Anita right now.”

*SNAP*

Dani gulped as the snaps hit.

“That’s right, Dani-Dearest. You can drop...” *SNAP* “You can let go.” *SNAP* “You can just go to there you go in game. That little place reserved for Anita.” *SNAP* “Sleep, my love. Sleep deep. And awaken Lady Blakeman.” *SNAP*

Dani’s head drooped, eyes flickering gently.

Gretchen took a cautious step forward. “Anita?”

“Yeeees...” a Southern vampire purred from Dani’s lips.

“On the count of 10 you’ll wake up and see Dr. Joyce. Your new toy... it felt so good to see her submit to you, didn’t it.”

“Yes...” the hypnotized vampire smirked.

“And you will want to play with your entranced thrall, won’t you? And you can just picture your lair, the safety after the successful mission, can’t you?”

“Yes...” Anita confirmed.

“10, 9, 8” Gretchen began, slowly approaching her hypnotized wife.

“7, 6, 5” brushing her cheek.

“4, 3...” Gretchen took a step back and centered herself.

“2... 1... Zero” Dr. Joyce said with an awed terror.

Anita Blakeman opened her eyes and saw her thrall. A triumphant smirk revealing her sharp fang.

It was time to enjoy her prize.

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notbigondoors · 2 years

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What are Vision’s thoughts on his kids? Does he think he’s a good parent? Do you have any parental headcanons for him?

{out of equations} Vision loves children, would love to have some of his own, and if he does, he's a very proud dad. But... he doesn't always know what to do with kids, heh. He's a bit awkward sometimes, but his intentions are always good. He doesn't believe in trying to always be perfect with his kids, though. Seeing his flaws and seeing him derp a little is part of growing his relationship with them, and being open with them is something he believes will foster trust between them. He thinks he's a good parent, despite that he's not always perfect. But then again, no parent is 100% perfect all the time. He loves them and tries his best, and that is what matters.

Here are some random parenting headcanons for Vision:

Vision is very good at difficult talks. I mean all those different talks fathers have with their children... life lessons, discipline, dealing with bullies, etc. The only one he's not good at is the birds and the bees conversation. He prefers to let their mother handle that one, but he will assist if asked.

One of his favorite things to do with his kids is cook. There's something about making a mess and having a good time in the kitchen that is such a joy to him. He of course cleans up the mess so their mother doesn't have to.

Vision likes playing video games with his kids but he's terrible at them. He has great hand eye coordination, but the controls elude him. He constantly presses the wrong buttons, causing his character to comically do the wrong things at the wrong times. It makes his kids laugh, however, and so it's all good as far as he's concerned.

Vision is big on saying goodnight, tucking in, and not going to bed angry. Whatever fights anyone has had and no matter who is upset at who, bedtime is a time to reset and forgive so that everyone can sleep well and wake up refreshed. Except for Vision, since he doesn't sleep, but he does ramp down to a lower energy level. Still, it's important to him that family doesn't stay mad at each other for too long.

He likes to encourage the uniqueness of his children and not compare them or promote competition. Unhealthy competition, I should say, because things like sports and video games are fine as long as things don't get nasty. He doesn't tolerate one sibling picking on the other too much.

Vision thinks getting good grades and having a proper education is extremely important, but so are other responsibilities and playtime as well. He encourages breaks if he sees them struggling with their homework, rewards them for taking initiative with their chores, and makes sure they have plenty of time to play and unwind so it's not all work.

Movie nights are a beloved pastime of Vision's. He loves getting everyone on the couch or in sleeping bags and staying up late with popcorn to watch movies. It's a fun treat for everyone, and a chance to laugh with his children and enjoy their company.

#{ out of equations } ᵒᵒᶜ #headcanons

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Binary

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 25/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

Previous | First | Next

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They’re all in the living room with Izuku playing video games on one of their handheld consoles while Himiko paints Hitoshi’s nails black like he asked when it happens. Dabi comes in from picking up a few groceries at the nearby market holding three envelopes. “Yo,” he calls to them, “You guys all got letters. Return addresses all say they’re from UA.”

Izuku freezes before he tosses down the console - gently, of course - onto the coffee table to jump up from the couch, screaming, “THEY’RE HERE!”

He snatches them from Dabi’s hand - who takes no offense and just heads to the kitchen to put the groceries away - and takes them over to Himiko and Hitoshi, tossing each one their respective letter. He flops down on the couch next to them, staring at his own letter reverently. He’s still staring at it when he whispers, “You guys go first… I want to stare at it for just a bit longer…”

“You know you got in though,” Hitoshi tells him while still opening his envelope.

“Yeah but… I just never thought I’d get to this point. I’ve always hoped I would but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I just want to bask in it for a bit longer.”

Hitoshi shrugs and shakes the envelope to empty its contents into his hand. He makes a noise of confusion as a small disk falls into his hand instead of a letter. “It’s a holorecorder. Nedzu prefers to send acceptances through them because they’re more personal. Place it on the table and hit the button on the top,” Izuku tells him without looking away.

Hitoshi follows his instructions. When he hits the button on the top of the holorecorder, All Might pops up on it. “Ew,” The three teens intoned at the sight of him.

“Greetings, Shinsou Hitoshi-kun!” the number one hero exclaims loudly on the recording.

“EW!” Dabi shouts from the kitchen as soon as he hears All Might’s voice.

Izuku listens with half a mind as All Might tells Hitoshi’s score and lets him know he got into class 1-A. Himiko shrieks happily and shakes the purple haired teen’s shoulder excitedly. Meanwhile, Hitoshi’s grin is so wide when All Might welcomes him to his ‘hero academia.’ Himiko and Izuku cheered loudly in congratulations as Dabi shouted from the kitchen, “Way to go, Toshi!”

He mumbles thanks to all of them. Izuku then nudges Himiko, telling her it was her turn. She agrees and tears open her envelope using her teeth. A bit unhinged of her but go off, Izuku guesses. She tips the holorecorder out onto the table immediately and presses the button. All Might once again shows up. “Still Ew,” they all intone again.

The same thing is basically a repeat of Hitoshi’s message with the exception being that she got into class 1-B. It ends again with All Might welcoming her to her ‘hero academia.’ She squeals happily and turns to Izuku, “1-B, Izuku! I got into 1-B! Just like you hoped! I get to learn from Vlad King!”

Izuku grins and congratulates her. Dabi’s hand comes from behind the couch to ruffle her hair fondly, “Good job, Himi! Alright, Zu. Your turn now, Mister ‘I got first place to spite my bully.’”

Dabi comes to sit in the armchair next to the couch as Izuku tears open his envelope. His holorecorder is also set onto the table and Izuku presses the button to play it. It’s still All Might but his face has a much different expression on it.

“Must I do this, Nedzi-san?” All Might asks wearily.

“Oh yes! It was insisted upon with your hiring that you do all acceptance recording for the applicants!” Nedzu’s voice comes from off screen.

All Might winces and says in a less enthusiastic tone, “Greetings, Midoriya Izuku-kun. It is with great joy that I let you know you passed the UA entrance exam with one hundred and nine points, giving you first place over all applicants who participated in the exam.”

“Not to mention the highest written score on the first part of the exam ever seen!” Nedzu added in from the side again.

“Yes… That too…” Both Hitoshi and Himiko snorted a laugh at the face All Might pulled at that.

“So it is with great… pride-”

“Oh woooow pride for someone who isn’t himself or someone who has a powerful destructive quirk… Shocking and totally believable…” Himiko mutters sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Hitoshi snickers at it.

“-That we offer you a spot in UA’s class 1-A. And even though I think it’s a highly irresponsible idea to allow you into the hero course at all given your... Status-”

“Quirkest,” Dabi snarls angrily.

“Stick to the script you were given, if you please,” Nedzu’s voice warns with a strict tone which All Might winces at. The smile returns, still just as false as the first time, “Allow me to welcome you to your hero academia.”

The holorecorder shuts off shortly after that. Everyone is quiet before Izuku lets out a tiny laugh, then another, before bursting into continuous giggles. “He-He HATED that!” He giggled out.

Himiko bursts into her own set of giggles, “He really did!”

“But he didn’t have a choice!” Hitoshi wheezed out.

With that, all four of them were laughing at the ridiculousness of the number one hero’s act. When they calmed down from their laughing fit, three eldest congratulated Izuku on also getting into 1-A and with first place. He smiled at them in thanks before asking Dabi about his job interview, “Do you know yet if you got it? And also who you’d be working with?”

Dabi groans in unhappiness, “No, not yet on both accounts. They said they really liked my interview but they were going to discuss it first and get back to me. I tried to ask about which hero I’d be working with for this job but they adamantly refused to tell me. Said they ‘didn’t want to get my hopes up’ if I didn’t get it. As if that matters to me. I don’t care which hoity-toity hero I have to work with - well, as long as it’s not En-dick-vor or All Shite - I just want a little extra pocket cash and something to do while you guys are at school.”

“Best Jeanist is pretty nice. He donates a lot of his clothing line’s proceeds to those in need of clothing in places like homeless shelters,” Izuku says before turning his eyes away, “But he might try to do something like comb your hair… or make you wear denim jeans.”

“Edgeshot’s pretty nice too!” Himiko tells him, swinging her legs a bit, “He bought me a cupcake shortly after my parents kicked me out when he saw me eyeing it in the window of the bakery shop!”

“I don’t think Edgeshot would need someone like me to play secretary for him. He’s pretty well put together,” Dabi gently explains.

“Well, what about Present Mic? I’ve heard that he sometimes runs his mouth a bit too much at press conferences,” Hitoshi suggests.

“Doubtful,” Izuku shakes his head, “Present Mic’s act is just that: an act. He’s actually really level headed and everything he talks about in interviews and things like that are premeditated in advance by him and his PR crew as a way to take a bit of heat off of the situation. Everything he’s ever ‘let slip’ to the public while in a press conference was entirely intentional and has never actually been fully about his true private life. Not any part of it that wasn’t already publicly available anyway.”

Hitoshi hums in intrigue at that. Dabi shrugs in response, “Well whoever it ends up being, it’ll sure be an interesting time if I do get the job.”

They all laugh again. CATRA watches them fondly and quietly from the monitor in the living room before turning her attention back to her inner processes. Her code races a bit as the conversation she found between Detective Tsukauchi and Aizawa Shouta progresses. Her processor focuses on the words Binary, identity, and surety in a way she doesn’t like. This conversation of theirs isn’t going the way she currently hoped it would and she could only hope that her plan, Operation Zero Zero, doesn’t have to come to fruition. She still hasn’t told Izuku about it and thus far Hitoshi is still the only one who knows about it. There isn’t any mention about an arrest warrant or a search party yet so she’ll just continue to monitor quietly for now.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha #hacker!izuku midoriya #izuku midoryia #bnha dabi #himiko toga #bnha shinso hitoshi #CATRA (MHA OC)#bnha nedzu #bnha all might #all might bashing

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luxetrust · 2 years

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Mad father walkthrough video

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Follow the sign's advice and walk up through the middle of the hallway, to avoid the hands that come out. Enter the door and take the Blue Key inside.īack outside, you can place the rose in the vase to heal. Go to the right and take the rose from the vase. Go back downstairs, go right from the entrance, and follow the blue footprints into the big painting on the floor. Check the message that appears where it was. Return to the big painting and check the blue liquid dripping down. Head back down to the first floor the lights will flicker off. On the second floor, the lower hallway between the left and right side has a big painting.

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This does not give full details about how to get different endings (see the Endings Guide for that), but does mention some of the moments that can impact what ending you get. Note that there are some spoilers, mostly with regard to where songs are used.ĭo not reupload these songs elsewhere without permission from their respective creators.Ī guide through the game and its puzzles. Try moving the game folder somewhere without any special symbols in the path.Īll the music in the game can be found in the Music folder.īelow is a list of songs and their sources. This can happen if the path contains special symbols, causing files (including RPG_RT.ini) to not be found. You may get "RPG Maker 2000/2003 RTP is not installed" or missing file errors on startup. It can also occur mid-game if your system doesn't like a particular MP3, in which case, try to delete or replace the file in Music. If you get "not implemented" errors on or near startup, make sure you have a working sound device (speakers/headphones). (Reinstalling the game likely won't help.) Thus, try fiddling with gamepads and your keyboard until it fixes. The issues often seem to involve gamepads, or getting "stuck" on an input if Shift and a Numpad key are pressed simultaneously. RPG Maker 2000 has some inherent, unfixable control bugs ("automatically moving in a direction" or "no buttons work").

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Make sure to extract the game to its own folder instead of running directly from the ZIP file. They should also not use the official logo nor pixel art from the game, or be easily mistaken for official merchandise. Similarly, modification of the original game is not allowed (beyond the purposes of translation).įanworks can be sold only if kept to a "hobbyist" scope (this includes conventions). Most fanworks are allowed, but creating fangames is not (sequels, offshoots, usage of the characters in general). In particular, do not reupload the music online, as it was made by others and is used in the game with permission.

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Monetization is allowed on gameplay videos only for the paid remake kouri has forbidden making any form of profit from videos of the free version.ĭo not modify, misappropriate, or redistribute any images or music from the game. (Make sure to treat the Data folder as the game folder, not the containing folder.)Īlso, for Macs, you can try a general-purpose tool like WineBottler. The multi-platform EasyRPG Player mimics the behavior of RM2K and RM2K3, but may not always be exact. The game's engine is made for Windows only, with no native support for other platforms. (The original version will remain free here.) This version will also be coming to Nintendo Switch, estimated for Spring 2023. (Chrome may falsely flag the download as malicious, but it's safe to ignore.)Ī remade version of Ib is now available on Steam for $13. Very low-resolution nudity on one painting. Mention of hanging, and a person hanged offscreen.

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livingwithlosingyou · 2 years

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Living with Losing You - 8/16/2022

I’m here again.

Today was one month since you took you life. I am not trying to be morbid, but it was the day you took mine as well. Everything for me has changed. No one treats me the same anymore. Everyone is constantly “walking on egg shells” or just doesn’t know what to say to me. I try to move forward as much as possible, and end up take five steps back. It’s painful. I have to be honest. It’s like people aren’t seeing me for me, they’re seeing me through your loss.

They say not to let you past define you, yet I am left having to try and live with this looming over me at every second of every day. And, even when I try to escape it, even for a minute, it isn’t possible. Look, I will always love you and have a place in my heart for you. That will never change, ever. My new reality is that you aren’t here anymore, and I have to do what I can to heal and continue to live my life. I don’t get an option.

I wanted to share a few lines from a poem / song I wrote. I feel like this covers at a high level how I am feeling:

They say don’t give too many details, But we wanna know what happened I’m steering a ship in choppy waters, And I’m not even the captain I’m sorry that I can’t always find The words to say But I’m not sorry that I’m just trying, To be happy

I started off the day with taking Sadie to the vet. The good news is that her spay is healing well. Very happy for that! I finally got my car washed too. I was really trying to be productive.

I went and picked up some make up (this was your favorite errand to do for me, ever) and ran a couple errands I had been needing to get done.

I had a music production meeting with the studio that I am going to be working with in Lexington. I am looking forward to working with them, and getting some music recorded. The trouble now is figure out what songs I want to record. I am sure that they will reveal themselves. I just need to figure out who I am as an artist. It seems I need to figure out who I am in general now with this new life I have ahead of me.

Doctors appointment in the afternoon was helpful. I had trouble breathing the night before (cause I ran a little too quick the day before), and slept maybe 2-3 hours total. Combining the exhaustion with everything else going on was less than ideal. My doctor said I likely need to give my body 6-8 weeks for my lungs to recover. I can’t do anything above walking without feeling like my lungs are aching. It’s hard to not be active.

I ended my night meeting up with a buddy at Dave & Busters. It was a ton of fun, and yet also pathetic that I got tired from the video games where you actually had to move versus sit there and press buttons. It is what it is. Enjoyed some chicken wings, and mostly good conversation. Having to talk about you really changes the mood. I feel like it’s become an expectation to talk about you whenever I am with someone. Partially because they ask, or it somehow comes up. You end up being the center of attention, and it either makes me feel better to talk about it, or sometimes worse. It really depends.

It was nice to just get out of the apartment though. It still can be tough to sit in here, alone with my thoughts for too long. I had enough time for that while healing from COVID.

James, I really can’t believe it’s been a full month. I still have a lifetime to go to figure out how I am living with losing you, but also living with having to carry this with me. Somedays it’s harder than others, naturally. I think you can understand that.

This is not the anniversary I wanted to acknowledge. The 16th of every month for a while will haunt me. But, with all the love, I still pray and hope that you are at peace.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols.

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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areislol · 2 years

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Hi i recently just saw your "streamer au" and i want kazuha, scaramouche,ayato,diluc for the part 2 of "reader saying that they have a boyfriend" ^^

Sure thing!! make sure to stay safe <3 streamer! kazuha, scaramouche, ayato, diluc x online friend! reader kazuha: recommend listening to: everything - the black skirts scaramouche: recommend listening to: my kind of woman - mac demarco ayato: recommend listening to: the feels - twice diluc: recommend listening to: try again - d.ear x jaehyun

streamer! kazuha x online friend! reader • kazuha is always giddy whenever you're around • he has been crushing on you since you've both started talking • he has never thought of you having a bf once, his mind has been to preoccupied with you so he hasn't really have had the chance to think abt that.. • so when u tell kazuha and his viewers that you have a lover now, everyone can practically see kazuhas facial expressions droop • kazuha keeps his cool ofc, he gives you a "that's nice to hear y/n. is your bf treating you well??" • you can literally hear his voice break when he mentions "ur bf" • kazuha's chat is basically now teasing kazuha.. • "yea!! he's treating me like a queen." kazuha nods and you feel so bad, he looks like a sad puppy.. • anyways, there was a long silence, everyone taking this opportunity to clip kazuha's expressions and make a sad edit of him ;( • you just kinda sit there in silence, kazuha suddenly ends the stream and ur left their dumbfounded(along with his viewers), you know he's not feeling okay(who would've know that he, kazuha would get all dull and moody over some news??) • you text kazuha and apologize, explaining that it was all just a prank and that you hope that he's not mad at you. • kazuha reads the message and scolds you, but forgives you. • he makes you pinky promise(virtually) that you wont ever do that again. • "y/n can we ft?" - "sure kazuha what's up?" • "pink promise me that you wont prank me like that ever again. " - ".... why....??" • "because! just because." "okay kazu" • he probably screenshots you pinky promising him just for proof. *puts it as his wallpaper also* • one lovely day, you was just scrolling through your fyp and you stumble upon an edit of you and kazuha playing games together and then him *clearly* upset over something you say(the bf prank thing), you chuckle and went into the comments.. • "omg!! poor kazuha.. :(" "do u think she's pranking us??" • right.. kazuha forgot to tell everyone that is was a prank, you text kazuha and he says sorry and addresses it right away. • his fans are a bit mad at u cuz u made kazuha upset. you apologize to them and said that u already pinky promised kazuha that you wont ever do that again. • honestly, kazuha doesn't like those sad edits so he presses the "not interested button" on the edits and instead watched the "kazuha x y/n" or the ship edits. • those videos give him hope and courage. • he wish he could meet u irl :(

streamer! scaramouche x online friend! reader (angsty??) • this bitch • scaramouche is a "know it all" and "selfish/rude" person. • well that's what everyone thinks, and they think that because every time he streams, he always sounds so rude when talking to his fans or just looking mad over all. • but when it comes to u?? oh boy, he's a whole different person - he's not even scara! well the scara that people see on twitch. • his viewers know who you are because you come join his streams whenever you're free, and they love you!! • so when you come onto stream and announce to everyone that you have news, all the attention was on you. scaramouche had to shush everyone and glares into his camera cuz he knows he's scary soo why not?? • you explain that over these past few weeks, you've met a special someone and that you and him are dating now!! • scaramouche was left there, shocked. • you?? his crush?? having a bf?? • no but the fact that u didnt tell him before.. • anyways scaramouche acts all calm and EVERYONE, including you can tell that he's obviously not. • "scara you okay?" "yes, im totally fine." "you're such a bad liar scara.." "okay and?" • honestly, this was meant to be a prank, and it is!! and the whole point of it was to see his reaction and you got it. but the way scara was giving you attitude, the way he glared at you even tho it wasn't UR fault made your heart shatter into pieces. • you was just done with scara?? like sure he was nice to you and all but he's always so, mean and cold?? you're not the one to judge, you dont know what scara has gone through but this was it. • you sigh *dramatically* and tell everyone that you was tired and left, everyone could tell that you was annoyed or pissed off at something. • scara didnt meant to get mad at you or sound mad, he was just jealous and didn't like the idea of you having a bf, sure it's your life, your choice and he'll always support you but something about the fact that you had a bf pissed him off. • he told everyone that it was the end of stream and told everyone to go sleep. • he went on ur discord and checked if you sent him any messages - and you did. "look scara, im sorry if i made you mad or anything im just letting you know that it was just a prank and that it was nothing more. i just wanted to see your reaction but it seems that my prank made you upset and i apologize. im going to sleep now so ig sleep well scara." • well shit, you're mad at him now aren't you? • *ur mad at him but not rlly.* • he apologized to u, instead of a simple "im sorry.", scara wrote a whole paragraph. • he was relieved that it was just a prank and nothing more, he still felt bad and told everyone on twitter that it was just a prank. • when u woke up, u straight away went to see if scaramouche texted u anything, and he did - and so you read his messages. you felt bad and forgave scaramouche. • scaramouche read your message, he was at ease as he read your message. • ever since then u swore to scaramouche that you'll never do that ever again. • everyone still made edits of you and scaramouche, ship edits, pov edits, and alot of angsty edits. • scaramouche would often share you them, you two would laugh a them(not in a bad way). • he knows u dont have a bf so he'll try anything to gain your attention and make u fall in love w/ him.

streamer! ayato x online friend! reader • ayato is such a flirt, he always catches everyone's eye and they fall in love w/ him and blah blah blah. • he has had many gfs, and ayato has gotten many confessions. • but out of everyone, YOU had to get a bf?? • "hey ayato.. want to know something special??" "mhm, go on" • "I HAVE A BF NOW!!" ".. repeat that again darling?" • after you said that you had a bf, and after rephrasing your words • ayato is obviously shocked, but he hides it - he congratulates you and wants to know ur bfs name. • you laugh and say that you wont be giving any names out, he gives u a smile that literally screams *please give me his name, for purposes.* • his heart is broken now, and it's all ur fault(jk) • ayato stays quiet as you go on about him, describing your bf. • his mind if full of "why didn't i confess earlier?" "was i not good enough?" "i knew that she would find her love sooner or later, but why now?" • you suddenly burst out laughing, catching him off guard - in between laughter you say "im sorry ayato!! ur face is too funny.. it's a prank, i dont have a bf" • you fall onto the floor, still laughing and ur stomach was in pain. • ayato is left there confused and stunned to say the least. • he smiles, but this time he smiles genuinely, knowing that u actually dont have a bf and it was just all a prank. • he's "mad" at you and starts to "wow how could you do this to me y/n" you. • you both laugh and both say sorry to each other. • nobody knows at this, cuz it was just between you and ayato. • you still tease ayato about it. • "you should've seen the look on your face!! you looked so scary but it was still funny." "yada yada yada, y/n you should've felt how my heart broke, you hurt me!! but you already pink promised to me that won't ever do that again." "did i really promise that now??" • honestly, he could confess to you, right now - but he doesn't want to risk breaking the relationship between u two.

streamer! diluc x online friend! reader • diluc was always known to be quiet and reserved, even during streams he doesn't talk much. • but once you're around - he puts more effort into speaking, only speaking whenever you ask diluc something or just want to talk to him, which is everyday. • you've brought the other side of diluc out(does that make sense??), you've made him more confident in himself and he's really thankful about it, and that's what made him fall in love with you • your caring and loving nature lured him in, and so when you say to him "i have a boyfriend, diluc!!" his heart immediately drops. • his mouth agape, eyes wide and the look on his face kind of scares you? • you've never seen diluc so, upset before?? the way his eyes drop when you mention the word "boyfriend" made you regret saying that. • diluc gave you a small smile "that's great news y/n!! im glad you've found your s/o." • his heart ached while saying that, he hated it. he hated how he said it, he hated how he had to say it, he didnt want to say that, ever. • you pouted, god his stupid sad face was making you sad. you gave up and said sorry, "oh diluc.. im so sorry :( it was just a prank! i dont have a bf at all. i dont need one, i have you!!" • that made diluc look at you, was u being fr? • diluc didnt know why but when u said "i dont need one, i have you", it made his heart race. it made his heart feel warm, it made him feel good(a good kind of good). • diluc smiled, and his smile never fails to make you smile. • and since then, you've never dared to prank diluc like that ever again, and diluc is still planning on when he'll ask you out, to meet you irl, to take you out on a date, to be your boyfriend. • you tell diluc's viewers about it, while diluc was going toilet or something ofc. they're all upset, they would've also liked to see his reaction!! but you quickly said that they wouldn't have liked his reaction as diluc looked really upset :( • u and diluc probably see some angsty animation of u two but you two are quick to click "not interested". • perhaps, he has a chance with you

they're so precious, <3 a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/liking + following + reblogs r appreciated. note: sorry if this was bad!! it's 8:10 pm and im not really feeling well. I dont know if im going to post any headcannons today.

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EJ, Masky, and JTK Brat Taming NSFW Headcanons

(Minors kindly skidaddle >_<)

Eyeless Jack

Jack's not oblivious, he knows exactly what you're trying to do. Seeing you dress provocative in a very tiny skirt and tight thigh highs while low-key flirting with other mansion residents makes his patience disintegrate within mere seconds

He's been busy with work as of lately, being one of the only doctors in the whole building. So, Jack hasn't been paying much attention to you and now you're acting out

The eyeless man does not stand for this kind of Bratty behavior. He'll stomp over to where you sit on the couch giggling while Lui touches your bare thigh before throwing your body over his shoulder, and walking to the bedroom without a single word

Jack will tear up your slutty coutfit with his claws until they're nothing but rags before doing anything to you. "Brats like you don't get the privilege to wear clothes"

He is pretty damn talkative the whole time. Expect a verbal beat down of offensive, degrading terms to knock you off your pedestal. He'll pin you to the bed with a large hand wrapped snuggly around your throat before beginning the punishment "You like attention from other guys? Maybe I have to chain you to my bed forever to make you behave and play with this tight cunt every single night, you'd like that wouldn't you? Treat you as the slut you acted like today"

He will make you sit on his cock until you're pawing at his chest and sobbing for him to move. But since you really pissed him off, Jack will ignore you and just clamp his hands down on your hips rougher to stop your squirming. Might even read a book or something to purposefully ignore you

Eventually, Jack will get sick of your stupid mewling and gag you with your own soaked through panties before shoving you onto your back then thrusting his cock all the way inside of your cunt till his tip presses against your cervix

If he feels your walls tighten as you prepare to cum, he'll stop moving and wait for your excitement to calm down. Its torture for you, absolute torture and will morph you into nothing but a moaning dumb mess. After all " brats don't deserve to cum, only good little sluts do"

After a while of pounding his large cock into you, Jack will finally cum inside and pump you full of his hot thick seed. He'll pull out and leave you hanging since he never allowed you to climax. This is a punishment, not a reward. So for the rest of the night you'll be left unsatisfied and needy to the point where you wanna cry

Masky

He's trying to get work done, but you keep distracting him with your constant whining. And we all know how he feels about his job. You definitely pushed all the wrong buttons. When your hand brushes against the bulge in his jeans, Masky will slam his hands down on his desk then snap his attention towards you

He will go feral. He'll pin you ontop of the desk, flip you over so that you're bending over it, and proceed to pull down your panties along with your pants before sinking into your tight wet cavern. He's frustrated that he can't get anything done and will gladly take it out on you

As mentioned, he will tie your hands behind your back so that you can't escape this by wiggling free (not that you'd want to anyway)

Will probably still have his mask on during the process

Because he loves to embarrass you, Masky will cum inside multiple times before sliding your panties back on and forcing you to walk through the mansion halls with his essence threatening to spill out down your thighs "Don't spill a drop sweetheart, wouldn't want to make a mess" You clench your walls tighten and pray

Will always try to humiliate you as a consequence. If you still haven't learned your lesson, he may just get Hoodie to come in and help teach you a thing or two about being a brat

Impact play will take place. He'll spank the disbehavoir right out of you with his hand, belt, you name it

Jeff The Killer

He was playing video games and you stood in front of the screen to block his view. You just had to do it during the final round. And when he lost because of your neediness for his attention then said "no" as he told you to get on the bed, Jeff decides you need to know your place

You pissed off the wrong man. Will hold his knife to your neck and while pressing you against the wall. Will end up fucking you on it like an animal, he has no control. Very feral if you provoke him enough. Expect bruises, cuts, and scratches to be littered everywhere on your body

Will lift you up by your thighs and make your legs wrap around his waist, dry humping you hard while the blade digs against your skin, threatening to cut it

As punishment he will cut you in different places, they're tiny little slices though. He thinks you look pretty in red. Might lightly engrave his initials in your flesh, a true sadist all the way

Jeff would force your pretty mouth open, grab a fistful of hair, and thrust his cock deep inside of you. He'll push your head down until you take every single inch of his size and cause you to gag before pinching your nose so that your air is cut off. Loves seeing the panicked expression on your face once you struggle to take in oxygen. Will only pull back once your vision becomes blurry

He enjoys watching you cry, Im talking full on sobbing. Especially after you act like a brat. It's so satisfying to see how much torture he causes you in the bedroom. It only motivates him to continue punishing you until you're a good little slut again

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #eyeless jack x reader #smut #romance #Masky #masky x reader #jeff the killer x reader #marble hornets #horror

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