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Pinning you down by grabbing your wrists < pinning you down by grabbing your hands and intertwining the fingers

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Bloodhounds - Ep. 1

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Febuwhump Day 1: "I Like You Better Broken"

Anonymous asked: Hohohoho day #1 with Sliver during his full on villain era telling Graviturtle he likes him better broken 👏

“All that time I spent pouring such effort out on you. Is this all your efforts are worth?” Sliver groused, a slight flex of his fingers pushing the rubble further down on Graviturtle’s back.

He couldn’t help the gasp pressed out of him as exposed rebar and stripped metal sank like teeth straight through his cape and into his shoulders, neck, legs. His former father’s imposed gravity was stronger than the repellant antigravity he strained for. His plastron ached under the force grinding him into the concrete, heart battering wildly. Could Sliver hear it?

“I would not have to resort to such measures if you and your brothers stopped this pointless defiance,” he remarked offhand. “Is it all performative for the humans? I would be willing to play along and give you a fighting chance…if you were willing to extend the same to me.”

“Ex…t-tend…what?”

“Another chance.” The buzzing in his ears didn’t obscure the twisted longing in Sliver’s voice as he crouched to pet the crown of his head with unsettling gentleness. “I could make you so much more if only you stopped fighting me on it.” A pause, filled only with the creak of the rubble and Grav’s lungs, then Sliver huffed fondly. “You see? It is so much easier not to. I can love you better when you are properly broken in. Perhaps we can even come to like each other better and be more alike to boot.”

“N-Never. Never.”

“So you say. But deep down you are still mine, dear son; you know you are not meant to resist. You are not fighting my touch now, are you? You leaned into it.”

Grav’s thin, precarious wheeze stuttered.

…Had he?

His heart crawled into his throat on a trickle of bile.

He couldn’t breathe.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thirty-one more days of Aizawa being a dad to the twenty students of his hell class…plus a few extras!

(Set in the "Sanctuary" AU)

@ailesswhumptober Day Twenty-Five: Pinned Down (Kouji Kouda)

He’d been left behind on a field trip to the petting zoo once, back in elementary school. He’d tried not to mind because it meant extra time talking to the animals, who didn’t judge him based on the way he looked. The workers eventually found him and helped him call his mother…who called the school…who hadn’t even noticed he was missing yet.

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Whumptober 2025 - Day 25 - Pinned down

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Pinned Down (Febuwhump2025 Day 3)

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Chester was not a good cat. Chester was the best cat. A sleek hunter that prowled the forests and jungles of his domain, the wizard's grand tower of adamantine and diamonds. Chester of course did not know what these items were, but his master was the best and humans used those terms for things they seemed to value, so obviously that must be what his master's home was made of since his master was just the absolute best. Because he was Chester's, and Chester was the best cat.

Chester was stalking the small troop of pixies that had flitted past him, blocking the sun so briefly from the sunniest part of the porch. A mortal affront to his territory. The tiny fae were mostly ignoring his magnificent approach, instead focusing on the bowl of plant bits the wizard had left out on the bench as was his wont when the weather was nice. The audacity of these cretins surely knew no bounds.

With grace eclipsed by none, Chester leapt effortlessly upon the table, towering above the gathering of startled pixies. His fangs shone in a heroic display as he roared his challenge and leapt once more, claws extended into the interlopers' midst.

The table cloth followed. As did everything on top of it.

Chester could see naught but darkness and heard the ringing of a metal dome atop his skull. His limbs betrayed him, tangled in cloth the the fairies had no doubt conjured to confound their most fierce-some combatant. Soft tittering chirps rang out from beyond the confines of the tablecloth prison.

Oh, a foul betrayal! A loathsome fate!

Chester hissed and yowled but deadly claws remained trapped at awkward angles, pinned under his own well-nurtured haunches and the shattered remains of wizardly concoctions. So. This was it then. His last stand, to fall in defeat and be buried enshrouded in checkered linen. A fitting end. With no other comrades to sing him to his end, Chester the brave if unvictorius warrior lifted his voice in a final farewell to the world.

He'd been gone for five minutes, what the hell could that stupid cat have done now---

The apothecarist froze in the doorway. The table was still standing. Everything else was a depressing mess of destroyed work and screaming cat. Dandelion salve that had been infusing for weeks forming a puddle that leaked out from the ruined bundle of tablecloth. He heaved a massive sigh.

That dramatic feline wasn't going to unpin himself.