Idol!jake x older female!producer where they're working on enha new comeback and he has a crush on her but she keeps denying him cause he's a years younger then heeseung starts flirting with her and she lowkey respond to him which leads to jealous hard dom jake fucking her after other members left ...
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cw nsfw under cut, older female reader, producer reader, jealous sex, sorry heeseung maybe yall can have a threesome in the future if jake lets u…, degrading names (slut), breeding kink, unprotected sex, awkward kinda cute ending cause i love jake
“jake— anyone could walk in,” you whine, voice muffled.
jake pushes your face further into the table in front of you, hand at your head as the sound of your skin slapping against each other fills your ears.
“shut up,” he huffs, “this is all your fault. if—if you had just said yes,” he groans as you move back on him, ass meeting his thrusts eagerly. “god, look at you. you did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?”
your head turns to look at him over your shoulder, a coy look in your eyes and he grunts, forcing your head to turn back, “of course you did. such a fucking slut, what, you want me and heeseung at the same time?”
you don’t answer, instead you groan his name as his pace slows. but he doesn’t fully stop, slowly thrusting, “answer me.”
“no,” you whimper, trying to make him go faster again as your hips lift teasingly, “just you, jake.”
“didn’t look like it,” jake grips your hair and pulls you up for your back to meet his front, “not with how you kept flirting and to—touching him.”
“just wanted your attention,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he finally quickens his pace again.
“you already fucking had it,” his hand rests on the bottom of your abdomen, able to feel his cock from the light bump. he groans in your ear, moving slightly to change the angle and pound into your g-spot. he doesn’t miss, slamming into it repeatedly, “you always want more.”
“yes—yes!” you cry out, “give me more please please please—” you’re chanting at this point, but it only eggs jake on.
the table keeps moving back and forth with each thrust, still slightly leaning on it from your weak legs. his hand comes down to your clit to rub circles on it, lips meeting your neck to suck and bite.
“want me to come inside you?” you moan at his voice right next to your ears, “you wanna be filled with my cum? fill you up so full that you’ll— get pregnant,” he grunts as you feel a building pressure in your stomach, right where he presses his hand on. “that way everyone will know you—you’re mine.”
“please,” you whimper and that’s all he needs before thick squirts of cum releases inside you. he bites down particularly hard and you shriek, clutching at the table as you come around his cock.
jake thrusts shallowly in and out before pulling out fully, quickly stuffing his fingers inside you to keep his come inside. your walls tighten around him again and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck.
“let’s go out on a date,” he suggests, kissing your cheek next.
“with heeseung?”
jake deadpans, squeezing your waist slightly. you laugh.
“okay, yes.”
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[5th!member au + free use vibes + dubcon + g!p reader]
aespa 5th!member au where you are the leader and has a free pass to fuck the other four.
karina who is all talk, finding the fun in the teasing you, always getting so close, body brushing against yours by accident, sickly sweet tone asking for help with choreography because you’re such a good leader, but when you lose your patience and decides to take what’s yours she gets all shaky and wide eyed, like a kitten.
she is kind of an exhibitionist, loves when you take her in risky places, in special the practice room, body against the mirror, the loud music covering the sound of her moans and the wet squelch of your cock in and out of her. she is a hundred percent a squirter and has a small thing for humiliation, crying but loving when you keep fucking her and makes her lay over the wet mess she made.
giselle who is the worst, peak brat, absolutely begs you to fuck her mouth and specially, her ass. makes sure to rub her ass against you in public whenever she has the chance, the sight of your bulge makes her mouth water. always the first to notice when you are stressed and promptly kneels in front of you, undoing your pants to take you in her mouth. most of the times she wants you to fuck her mouth like it’s her pussy, make her choke and get teary eyed, but if you’re in a lazy mood she won’t mind doing all the job, be ready for the sloppiest blowjob ever.
most likely to be found bend over the dorm’s kitchen table, spit running down her chin and hands spreading her own cheeks so you can thrust deeper into her hole. can’t keep her mouth shut when it comes to dirty talk, always looking over her shoulder and begging you to go faster, to “cum inside me, please? fill me up” or “you’re so big, i will never get used to it”.
speaking of coming inside, minjeong who is your breeding bunny. she is the hardest to break, fights you a bit so you have to use some force, but oh, is she also the prettiest when submissive and needy. your favorite position is her quite literally folded in half, knees to her chest, pink cunt and puffy face from crying both in full show for you, as well as the bulge in her belly whenever you bottom out.
the breeding bunny nickname is so fitting. it’s not like you don’t cum inside the others, but it’s different with minjeong, she is so tight and warm and the fight she always puts up drives you crazy. whines every time you call her bunny and presses your hand over the outline of yourself on her belly, reminding her that she is going to be so full, that you won’t allow her to clean up and she will have to go with the rest of her day dripping down her legs— which is true, unless you have a schedule, you finish and help her get dressed, her underwear quickly to get soaked by your mixed juices that insist on leaking from her hole.
last but not least, ningning. if minjeong is your bunny, ningning is the puppy, always eager to have your hands on her. rarely wears underwear, needs to give you easy access, and if she had a tail, would wag it all the time around you. has a mommy kink.
very into overstimulation, her hole has to be aching and red by the end you finish using her or else it won’t be worth it. she likes to ride you, works her hips in ways you can’t even explain, and is always searching for praise, high pitched “is it good, mommy?” between moans. has the sweetest pussy and you could stay between her legs for hours.
the other side of karina’s exhibitionism coin, not minding to be used in front of people if that’s what you want to do with her, she knows how to put on a good show.
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[03:33]
“please don’t.”
his voice is nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough to stir you awake from your sleep.
“don’t leave me.”
you search for his body in bed, a gentle hand wandering through the sheets in search of warmth. you find childe in your sleepy haze, worry rushing through your system when you hear his words.
“i don’t care about anyone else, but you…you can’t leave.”
you shuffle in bed to face him, rubbing your eyes as you sit up only to see his trembling body as his pleas echo in his sleep.
“please…”
your hand reaches toward his cheek, sucking in a breath when you realize it’s stained with his tears. he’s shaking, sniffles rack through his body as his desperate cries grow softer and softer.
“hey,” you whisper as your hand traces back to his arm. “wake up.”
he doesn’t hear your words, still stuck in his supposed nightmare.
“ajax,” you call out, “wake up, it’s only a dream, wake up.” you shake him a little more, pushing him onto his back before watching carefully as his sniffles begin to die down and his eyes blearily open. he stares up at you wordlessly, “hi,” you smile. “it was only a nightmare, you’re safe.”
and that’s all you need to say before he sits up and holds you tightly in his arms.
nightmares were rather common for him. considering his job and desire for battle, it’s safe to say he’s been in hundreds of dangerous situations in the past. but even if he holds a strong front, it didn’t mean that the blood and battle were something so superficial. the vivid memories often make their way into his peaceful slumber, timid mumbles leave his lips as comrades and foes alike die in front of him. he’s spoken in his sleep before. normally they’re halfhearted words in battle, last words to people he knew were going to die, or whispered regrets that only he got to know.
but they were never like this, never to the extent where he cried and shook and begged.
his tight grip on you catches you off guard before you wrap your arms around him, rubbing circles in his back while you whisper reassurance. he’s still sniffling, trembling slightly as the small sounds ring throughout the room.
“you’re okay,” you whisper, just as you had done countless nights before. “you’re fine, it was only a dream.” he pulls away slowly, meeting your eyes. “do you wanna tell me what it was about?” you question.
“don’t leave me.”
your eyes widen at his words, “i would never,” you tell him as your hands cup his cheeks. “i love you, i’m not going anywhere.”
he hesitates, “even if i’m reckless and get into dangerous situations?”
“i’ll be here to take care of your wounds.”
“even if i’m not the most amazing guy.”
you can’t help but laugh, “you’re amazing to me.”
“even if-”
but before he can finish his thought, you press your lips to his, a deep, gentle kiss that seems to tell the boy everything he needs to know.
i’m not going anywhere, no matter what.
his arms still remain circled around your figure, but you don’t miss the way his grip slightly tightens, almost as if he’s scared of letting you go because if he does, you might just go back on your words.
so you tell him once more when you pull away. “no matter what happens, i’m not leaving, i promise.”
he sighs as a small smile graces his lips, one that makes your heart swell. “you know you can’t go back on a promise right?”
“i have no intention to,” you tell him gently as you reach up to his face, wiping away the last of his tears. “i love you, nothing’s changing that.”
he only shakes his head, “you’re too good for this world, you know that?” he sighs. “you stay when everyone leaves.” he meets your eyes, “you’re all i’ve ever needed.”
and your heart seems to pick up at his words. “did i leave you in your dream?” you mumble.
but he only pulls you back in his arms. “stay,” he whispers. “i don’t care what you do, just please, stay with me.”
you only sigh as your arms wrap around him.
“okay,” you nod. “i’ll stay.”
sob sob vulnerable childe...
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Can’t believe I just fell for the trap of reading my own wip, going “oh this is good!”, and being disappointed when it isn’t finished.
Babes. Girl. You knew this. You wrote it. Moron.
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it's been a long, long time since i've worked on anything danger days, but I was curious about if I was still familiar with it, so take this. post-SING by 10 years, deviation before the true lives.
“You might be trying to find some trace of them, even subconsciously,” Dr. Benzedrine continues, currently soldering together two strange pieces of metal that might become artwork when he’s done with it.
While he’s a transplant to the Lobby from the desert, giving up the life of a Killjoy, the doctor has never been able to change the ability to find art in everything — one of the few things that wasn’t blood-soaked out in the Zones.
The Girl finds it endearing. A taste of home from someone who can’t possibly give her grief from it — someone who never got along with the original Killjoys in the first place.
“I’m not, though,” the Girl hums, spinning on the stool she’s been given to sit on.
Benzedrine has carved out a place in the Lobby for himself, setting up a poorly ventilated lab with spare parts here and there, in a corner of the city too desolate for even the Scarecrows to care about — it’s beneath them to inspect the dirt in their boots. The Lobby’s lighting suits him well, serving to make the mottled purple of Benzedrine’s decade-old lab coat somewhat clean-looking.
“I would’ve believed you if I was still thirteen and missed them. Why would I make this up, Benze? I don’t — There’s something here, and I don’t think it’s them. It’s just popped up in relation to them. It isn’t the —”
“Do you believe in miracles?”
The Girl pays no mind to the interruption. Benze is known for it, after all. “Not when they’re a decade late.”
“Who’s to say it’s late? Decades are trivial, time is trivial. Your sense of the impossible towers over the improbable yet plausible. You’re an impossible girl, so who is to say there are not impossible miracles?”
One day, the Girl is going to find some old English testbook from the snobby Bat City primary schools, and she’s going to throw it at Benze’s head in the hopes that it knocks some sense into him.
“My impossibility doesn’t —”
“Does it? You’re afraid of hope, but it’s a weapon just as that electrokinesis — something that I still want to examine, by the way —”
“Never gonna happen, Benze.”
“Right. So you’ve said. Anyways, hope is a weapon; it’s the first thing you learn as a Killjoy, and yet you’ve forgotten it. The impossible is only what you haven’t hoped enough for. Your loneliness has turned you into something like stone, unwilling to accept the weathering of the future, you know. Do you wait for miracles?”
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request: not a request, i just wanted to write some antonio lovin’ and this may also count as an apology fic for the inactivity.... <3 -mod orpheus
pairing: [antonio paganini] the violinist/gn!survivor!reader
warnings: none
antonio paganini
his eyes gazed over the factory, a thrumming beat in his chest. the violinist hasn’t played in a few weeks, he thought to himself. in truth, he was more upset than relaxed, which was the original plan for the break in the first place. antonio was told in passing by mary that the manor had recieved a new survivor, however he had been unable to meet them due to the aforementioned few week break. when he returned, the first chance of a match he could accept, he took it in hopes to see the new survivor. the hunters have had varying opinions and voices related to them and he was excited to see them for himself.
as the sound of cracking glass reached his ears, he began moving down the path behind the sandbag cipher. antonio hummed the repetitive tune, footsteps crunching the grass beneath his shoes as he roamed towards the factory. tinnitus rang out and he peered through the doorway, feeling the smile on his face widen when he saw the running figure of the new survivor. lucky him, with them as first chase.
his hair wrapped tight around the violin and its bow, pulling it backwards whilst aiming carefully at where his note would be sent out. hollow eyes tracked the survivor’s movements, his lips twitched in excitement, and he sent out the first. the second came next, and the red demon’s string injured them as he had hoped it would. antonio made his way through the abandoned property, watching how their figure stumbled over their feet, coughing and continuing to run. he aimed his bow yet again, dark eyes squinted in delight beneath the black strands before he sent out a new string.
though they dodged it initially, they were slowed when they phased through the string, giving the violinist just enough time to catch up and strike them down. excitement rushed through his veins as he observed their figure. they were just... well, some person. there wasn’t much of a shock to their appearance at all, just a natural person in this unnatural setting of a game. antonio felt a tinge of disappointment. he was looking forward to this, but... well, either way, he sighed to himself. perhaps this is just someone similar to the lucky guy? with a shrug of his shoulders, antonio bent down to pick up the survivor, and followed routine of chairing.
he took this time, patrolling around the chair, to observe them some more. there really was nothing that rather surprised him about the newcomer, perhaps just how quickly they were downed, but then again they never did have to go against him in a match until today. it was expected; a sense of surprise and fear. the hunter seethed a cuss in italian as a sudden blast hit him right in the chest, red smoke surrounding him. “you little-” he coughed hard, hands slamming against the grass as he stumbled to his feet, the figure of the coordinator unbinding the new survivor from the chair disappearing from his sight. great. now he had to waste around twelve or so seconds chasing this bastard who had tide.
much to his relief, however, the survivor did eventually fall. a lucky stray note hit them and it was enough of an ‘off guard’ sense for them for the violinist to strike a hit. as he leaned down to pick them up again, he didn’t expect the sudden sting to his back. with an anguished yell, he released the balloons, upper body thrashing a bit to pull out what looked to him to be a glass shard embedded in his shoulder. antonio lifted his head, a glare trying to figure out who the hell hit him, until he saw the survivor from earlier already booking it down the factory.
he blinked.
that was them. that was their skill, wasn’t it? a sort of safeguard from another instant chair.
he felt his grin widen once more, the excitement in his veins rushing back in place. i knew you were more than what you seemed, the demon violinist chuckled as he followed a new trail, leaving you to be healed by the gardener. i can’t wait for our paths to cross once more. little fighter.
[art credit - official art]
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“Looking back, it becomes clear late America worshipped corporations as gods, allowing constant proliferation of their propaganda, sacrificing health and homes and their prosperity as a nation at the altar of capital.
“Crimes against wealth were treated as severely as crimes against an individual’s life, as murder, as egregious harm to a person or child, and the laws protected corporations’ right to prosecute with a bloodthirsty ruthlessness. Lawmakers turned great profits in conjunction with these industries, buying stock and accepting legal bribes from influential persons employed by corporations to pass further favorable legislation.
“Corporations were allowed to own lawmakers, to pick presidents (the equivalent of our ‘Consul’), to kill without consequence, to poison lives and natural resources, and to take any means necessary to pursue profit - and in fact, were legally mandated no other course. These actions were lauded, for the pursuit of endless monetary gain was seen as a virtue.”
- Excerpt from a future history book
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taking my chapter note groupings Very Seriously for this Very Serious chapter
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guys i think i cracked the code
(and by code i mean "when you are done jerking off on how awesome you are, let me know")
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thoughts on overly possessive jake who just wants you all to himself even if that means locking you away from the world..
dead dove do not eat
jake feels like he should feel guilty about the way he feels, but his mind convinces him that he’s done so much for you, it’s only right. it really begins when he got tired of too many people flirting with you. he hates that you’re so desirable, it just makes him want you even more. he never thought of himself as a jealous boyfriend until you. he won’t lose you to anyone else. he can’t. you’re his, and he is yours.
it’s not hard to isolate you from your friends and family when you’re going back to college, and with a few little ‘white lies’ here and there, he has you when he wants you. every time you get close to someone in a class, he’s there to ruin it. of course, without you knowing.
you don’t even realize what jake’s done to you until you’re too far in deep, too busy with school and being stuck at home. he doesn’t let you work, you don’t have any friends, and he makes sure he consumes your thoughts 24/7.
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little perv!minjeong with a tad of oral fixation who is obsessed with your tits. big, small, it doesn’t matter, she’s utterly transfixed by them. she’s probably a little embarrassed about it, doesn’t even know why she likes it so much, while you on other hand think it’s cute.
minjeong who lays on top of you, head on your chest, just to have an excuse to feel your tits. minutes into cuddling and she’s rubbing her face on them over your shirt, making you giggle at the sight. the type to slide a hand under your top to play with them mindlessly, feels so nice, your body is always so warm…
but sometimes, it’s pathetic. you can easily torture her if you want, not letting her touch you or put her mouth on you, missionary position while holding her hands down and backing away at every attempt of hers to reach for you, laughing. at some point she will sure start crying, it’s so mean, your tits are right there in her face and she can’t do a thing! in public too, if it’s your thing, wearing something more revealing, a tight top, it will mess with her so much, you’ll catch her staring at your chest multiple times — probably creams her panties if she gets a sight of them jiggling.
minjeong who whimpers like a little puppy, teary eyes, just to get her mouth full. “need something in your mouth, baby?” and she nods desperately, too eager when you motion for her to lay with you.
the thing is, she is good. if she was just a pathetic perv but god, it’s like her mouth was made for it. even if you aren’t the type to have sensitive tits and usually doesn’t get much aroused with it, she knows how to work it. switching between gentle and rougher sucking, little tongue so warm swirling around your nipples in ways you couldn’t even imagine, she’s a pro. and you heard about sloppy blowjobs, prepare yourself for sloppy titjobs because when she’s needier she will get messy, lots of noises and spit running down your body.
minjeong who, while she’s lost in your chest, comes the fastest, unconsciously riding your fingers. it’s humiliating and she won’t admit, but she loves when you make her cum then smear her wetness on your tits to make her lick it… likes to rub her pussy there too somehow, if she rides your face will always end up sliding down and finding a way to rub herself on your chest, feel your nipples against her clit and lick everything after. for g!p, make sure to jerk her off and make her spill all over your chest then clean her own mess after, it’s enough to make her get hard again and come untouched.
and minjeong who, in an idol!au, the perv that she is, 100% watches fancams of you just to see the way your chest moves while you dance.
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[00:38]
“suna?”
the boy looks down at you from outside your door with a small grin, “hi.”
yet your eyes remain wide as you stare back at him, “what are you doing here?”
and he only shrugs, “wanted to stop by, just wanted to see you.”
you don’t miss the slur to his words.
“are you drunk?”
he blinks before a smirk appears on his lips, “i’m not drunk.”
but by the sound of his voice, you know he’s lying.
“you know i don’t like you being drunk,” you sigh.
“i know, i know,” he rolls his eyes. “you hate alcohol, you’re a party pooper we get it.”
“i am not a party pooper,” you retort. “i just don’t like playing babysitter for when my friends drink too much.”
“i’m not drunk,” he instantly scoffs.
yeah, okay.
“anyway,” you sigh, “why are you here?”
and he only shrugs, “just wanted to see you, that’s all.”
“but,” you hesitated, treading carefully given your history, “you never just want to see me.”
he quirks a brow at your words, the flush in his cheeks finally coming to light. “of course i do,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“there’s always some kind of catch though,” you mumble, recalling how last week he forced you to swap lunches, and how the week before he forced you to tutor him. it’s a strange relationship, you often think, the way he takes and how you only respond by taking more. you two were opposite, never truly got along in the sense that friends would. yet you continued to interact with each other, seeing who could piss the other off more throughout the day. it’s strange, but it’s fun. if anything it gives you something to pass time throughout the day. and you couldn’t deny the way your cheeks flushed around him, the way your heart pounded whenever he pulled you into the day’s antics.
but even if you tried to see it as pure fun, a part of you couldn’t truly tell if he was joking or if he actually didn’t like you.
“i thought you hated me.”
a small sigh left suna’s lips at your words. he finally looks towards you, leaning a bit closer despite the way you lean back.
“i think we both know i never really hated you.”
and a small gasp leaves your lips at that, “you don’t?”
suna leans back a bit, leaning on the door frame. “remember that time when i forced you to skip class?”
your gaze narrows, “of course i do. you pulled me out of school during lunch time because of a so called emergency when in reality it was just to try the new restaurant that opened near your house.
“do you remember how you had a presentation that day?”
you only nod slowly at his words.
“now do you remember complaining about it the night before saying you wouldn’t be ready in time to do it?”
“i do,” you mumble confusion in your eyes meeting his gaze. “where is this going?”
and he only smirks, “you’re smart. you can figure it out.”
you only groan in response, which makes him laugh as he reaches up to cup your cheek.
“you’re so cute when you’re angry.”
you stand frozen at his actions, “what are you doing?” you murmur.
you skipped school on the day of a presentation, one he knew you weren’t ready for. you dig through your mind for that memory. you ended up doing amazing on the presentation since you had the extra time to prepare for it.
he was the reason you skipped school. he knew you weren’t initially ready for your presentation.
he gave you more time to prepare.
your eyes widen and he grins.
“figured it out yet baby?”
“i think so,” you mumble, cheeks flushing at the realization, as you run through old memories with him connecting dots as you realize his past nuisances were all for your benefit.
he took your lunch because he knew you barely had time to make yours in the morning since you were running late. he swapped it with his because he prepared extra, knowing you’d end up waking up late because you pulled an almost all nighter.
he forced you to tutor him so you could practice with the material, especially since you weren’t super aware of it. you both ended up acing the test a few days later.
you meet his gaze as his other hand cups your cheek.
“do you understand now?” he mumbles.
“you never hated me?” you ask softly.
“i could never,” he answers as he leans in close.
“in fact, it’s the exact opposite way i feel about you.”
your heartbeat is loud in your ears as every second that passes by feels like an eternity.
“how do you feel about me then?”
he laughs, “man for someone as smart as you, you’re quite dense.”
your gaze narrows, “that’s rude.”
“would you like me to show you then?”
and before you can give him a proper answer, his lips crash into yours. your eyes widen on impact, as your body stiffens, but you let your eyes shut when your hand almost instinctively reaches around his neck. you feel his lips curl into a smile when he feels you relax. he tastes of alcohol, and despite your supposed hatred for it, you don’t seem to mind it.
and you can’t help the way your heart soars when you let yourself kiss him back.
suna baby aaah i missed you
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we can’t fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || seventeen: dabi's dance
pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader
overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.
chapter summary: machia makes a beeline for shigaraki, dabi reveals who he is, you pass out from pain
content: angst with fluff ig
word count: 2973
a/n: sorry this is so late i'm cripplingly depressed and my mental health has tanked lmao
taglist: @iincandescenttt
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“Mister. Where’re the others?” Dabi slid down to Compress using Geten’s ice, helping you and Boo after he regained his balance. You compartmentalised your emotions, locking away your grief for a later date.
Find Himiko and Spinner. Get to safety. Deal with your emotions later. In the four months you’d spent at the PLF, you had gotten even closer to Toga—you’d even started to call her by her first name, per her request.
“You’re like an older sibling to me! Call me Himiko, pretty please! Siblings call each other by their first names!”
You smiled a little bit at the memory, the ache in your heart easing slightly. You let some of the tension out of the leash as Boo pulled at it, letting her run over to where Compress was crouched and licking at his mask.
“Dabi!! Y/N!!” Compress said as he gently pushed Boo’s head away. “Where’d you two run off to? You’re meant to be lieutenants!”
“Uh, so are you,” Dabi deadpanned. “The whole regiment system doesn’t really work when they catch us off guard. Anyway, wanna blow this joint?”
“I believe Twice was… killed,” Compress said quietly. “Alas, I tried but failed to stop her. Even though jumping into the fray was tantamount to suicide. I’ve never seen little Toga lose her cool like this.”
“You mean Himiko just ran out there?” You hissed and shook your head.
“She did,” Compress confirmed with a nod. “She took some hero’s blood and ran off.”
“...Mister, please tell me you have an extra set of clothes for her.” Dabi narrowed his eyes.
Compress huffed, “Of course I do. Last time I forgot to pack extra clothes, someone nearly bit my head off.” He looked at you. You had a feeling he was squinting at you from behind his mask.
“I don’t want to see Himiko running around naked.” You shrugged, tugging lightly at Boo’s leash to get her to come back over. You turned to Dabi. “What now?”
“Hang on—is that a backpack for Nugget?” Compress sounded delighted. You snorted, shooting him a smile.
Before you could respond, the ground began to shake violently and Machia’s hand burst through the concrete. You yelped, stepping back. Boo ran behind you, peeking out from behind your legs. As Machia reached for you, Dabi jumped out of the way. You quickly hoisted Boo up underneath your arm before Machia picked you and Compress up. He was surprisingly careful, making note not to crush the backpack or Boo, as well as avoiding aggravating your arthritis.
“Whoa, wait! What? Stop! What do you think you’re doing?” Compress said frantically, wiggling around in Machia’s grasp.
“Calm down, Mister! He’s just giving us a ride,” you laughed, putting Boo down when Machia set you onto the ridged part of his back. Nugget meowed loudly and Boo whined, shaking her fur out unhappily. You looked down, watching as Dabi jumped out of the way again when Machia tried to pick him up.
“Wait a minute, Machia. There’s someone I want to use,” he said, walking over to where Skeptic was sitting in the rubble. “I liked him from the moment I laid eyes on him.”
Skeptic yelped, “What are you talking about?!”
Dabi ignored him. “Okay, Machia.”
“I said—wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait—!” Skeptic’s panicked yelling went unheard, Machia lifting him and Dabi and placing them onto his back as well.
“What the hell’s going on?” Compress asked as Machia took off out of the villa.
Spinner looked over his shoulder at him. “I was underground, and then suddenly I was grabbed and put here.”
“The boss must be awake.” Dabi grinned a little when Skeptic groaned. “Nothing else would get this big lump to budge.”
“This is sooner than expected,” Toga said as she adjusted her shirt. You wiggled over to her and settled beside her.
“Here, Himiko.” You smiled at her softly, placing your hand on her cheek and healing the cut that was there. “No need for your sweet face to be all cut up.”
“Thank you, Y/N-kun.” Toga smiled slightly. “Can I hold Nugget?”
“Of course,” you hummed, shrugging off the backpack and lifting Nugget out. “Remember to keep a hold of his harness, okay? We don’t want him falling off of Machia.”
Toga nodded, holding Nugget in her arms carefully with one hand wrapped tightly around the handle of his harness. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”
“Let me off, Dabi! Why take me and not the others?! I must protect Re-Destro!” Skeptic yelled, his eyes wide.
“Keep it down,” Dabi snapped. “They haven’t noticed us yet.”
You leaned back against one of Machia’s ridges, closing your eyes. You kept an ear out for any sign of danger, keeping a secure grip on Boo’s harness while you pet her with your free hand in an attempt to calm her down—Machia’s overjoyed voice was hurting her ears.
“I have been waiting, Master! I am on my way!”
You couldn’t help but compare the giant to an overgrown puppy, somehow simultaneously surprised and unsurprised at the sheer determination he had to get to Shigaraki.
“Shortest route to master.” Machia grabbed Mt. Lady—who had been trying to hinder his movements—by her back leg, pulling her away and throwing her to the side. Kamui Woods was at their right with Midnight. He yelled out in concern, but maintained his focus and tried to throw the other hero closer to Machia.
Dabi set off a large blast of flames at them, burning Kamui Woods and sending him falling. “See?” He grinned.
When Midnight didn’t fall, Compress flicked out three marbles that contained large pieces of debris, decompressing them so they would hit the hero. “It is unwise to underestimate heroes,” he scolded Dabi, who pouted.
You laughed at his pout. “Awh, pretty boy, are you pouting?” You teased. He glared at you halfheartedly.
Machia laughed excitedly as he kept running, but suddenly lunged to a stop, sinking into the ground—everyone made varying sounds of surprise as you were launched into the air. You pulled Boo into your lap, holding her close to your chest to protect her. You grunted in pain as you landed again, pain shooting up your spine. Toga looked to see what was happening, her expression unreadable.
“It’s U.A.! Why are so many of them here?” Compress leaned over the side.
One of the kids—the one with the lightning Quirk, you remembered—attached several metal discs to Machia. Compress shot off marbles from his prosthetic, decompressing them to hit the kid with debris. “He nearly had us—that’s the child who sucked up the electric attack at the villa! Unfortunately, now I’ve depleted my stock of seeds.”
As the rest of the U.A. kids lunged for Machia, he blew out air with the force of gale winds. At the same time, Dabi unleashed a wave of fire, using Machia’s breath to spread the flames. Smoke billowed off of his arm, much to your dismay.
“Is your arm okay?” Toga asked quietly, cradling Nugget close to her chest.
Dabi looked at it, unconcerned and smiling slightly. “A Quirk that turns morale into physical energy. Another that renders him to pain. And a whole bunch more… all of these Quirks help him last on the battlefield. It’s just like Ujiko told us… this guy really is our guardian.”
Your brow furrowed and you placed your hand on his arm, healing whatever damage had been inflicted on his body by his Quirk. “Careful, pretty boy,” you murmured. “Don’t go acting all reckless now.”
“Consider us even after what you did at the villa,” Dabi shot back, albeit not meanly. You laughed nervously.
Machia struggled to get up, falling back down as something under the ground exploded. Spinner snickered, “This guy’s a pro at digging underground! Might even be faster that way…”
Compress shook his head. “That would surely kill us.”
“Ah.”
“He was likely ordered to bring us along, and since he’s being held back because of us, he might actually be at a disadvantage right now.”
You frowned at that. You clenched your jaw as Mt. Lady tried to pry Machia’s mouth open while one of the U.A. students tried to throw something into his mouth. The student seemed to panic and failed to throw the object—her lapse in concentration giving Machia the chance to rip Mt. Lady off. He gently caught everybody on his back as he stood up, setting you in the ridges on his back. “The gnats… are down. Hold on tight, comrades.”
“I am… Red Riot! And no one behind me… is gonna bleed!” One of the U.A. students—the one with the hardening Quirk—was climbing up Machia’s arm.
“Gnat.” Machia turned his head, glaring at the boy. The student tried to throw an object identical to what the last student had, but Toga threw a knife at it, shattering the glass. The boy pulled out a second jar and threw it into Machia’s mouth, who crushed it by accident. As more heroes began to swarm, Machia snarled. “So many gnats…”
Your eyes widened as Machia’s fingers transformed into mole-like claws and began to rip into the heroes, throwing them out of his path as he continued his path out of the mountain and into the city below. “Jeez. That’s some serious destruction.”
Skeptic’s fingers tapped away on his laptop keyboard. “I got a visual on Shigaraki Tomura with a camera. He’s fighting Endeavor!”
“Shigaraki’s fighting Endeavor?” Dabi leaned against one of the ridges and looked at him. “That’s good! Get ready.”
“To do what?” Skeptic’s eyebrows furrowed.
Dabi beamed. “To destroy this fake hero society, of course.”
“Are you fine with this, Toga?” Compress turned to Toga. She hummed. “I know you’ve been scanning for them. Those U.A. scamps you love so much! They’re heroes too.”
“...” Toga’s expression darkened. “Where do they draw the line? If heroes are supposed to save people… then was Jin-kun not considered a person…? Will they kill me too?” She turned and walked to you, gently placing Nugget back into the backpack and zipping it up again. “That’s what I want to ask Izuku-chan and Ochaco-chan. Depending on their answer… I’ll be fine.”
Your heart ached. Poor girl.
“Heroes incoming,” Skeptic warned.
You watched silently as Compress noticed the U.A. kids and Toga harassed him for her gear, which he handed over. Concern was blatantly obvious on your face as Toga started to run off. Please be careful, Himiko. I know we can’t stop you, but please… be careful.
“—ay something, Y/N!” You snapped back to attention when Compress said your name. “You too, Dabi! Don’t just stand there grinning!”
“Uhhh… who cares?” Dabi drawled, then glared at Skeptic. “Hey. Stop spying on random crap and hurry up! Unless you wanna get burned?”
“Toga,” Spinner spoke up. “I know we’re just a gang of strays who happened to find each other, but you’re not the only one feeling messed up over Twice. The League was the only place he felt he could belong. And the boss probably wants us to stick together. I know that doing as we please is the villain way… but you’d better come back to us.”
You nodded, looking Toga in the eyes. “Come back safe, Himiko, you hear me?” You gave her a smile. “Nugget would miss you terribly if you didn’t—and so would the rest of us. So you be safe, got it?”
Toga smiled brightly in return before running off, disappearing into the crowd. You looked at Dabi as you all closed in on Shigaraki’s location. “You got everything in order, pretty boy?”
“Sure as hell do.” Dabi grinned at you.
“Then let’s have fun, shall we?”
“Master! I’ve come! Your will is my command, so give me an order!” Machia looked at Shigaraki, whose body was smoking as he laid in his palm.
“Shigaraki! You’re not looking so good!” Spinner shouted, alarmed.
“He’s got a regenerative Quirk now. He’ll be okay.” You pat your friend on the shoulder, then walked over to Dabi. “Time to start the show, pretty boy.”
Dabi was practically beaming, a malicious gleam in his eyes. He pulled out his water bottle, shaking it from side to side as he stepped into view of the heroes, with you standing close by. “Ooh, there you are! You all look like ants from way up here.” He waved. “Oh?! Do I spy Shoto too? That’s perfect!”
“Dabi!” Endeavor shouted, his face screwing up in anger. You had to bite back a giggle at how beat up he was.
“Ouch… is that any way to address me…?” Dabi twisted open the bottle, dumping the water onto his head, then tossed it down. “I have a great name. Call me Touya.” At Endeavor and Shoto’s shocked expressions, Dabi laughed, “You’re that dumbstruck? Really…? I know my face ain’t exactly what it was, but I was sure my own kin would’ve figured it out. And guess what? Right now, my prerecorded life story is broadcasting nationwide and on the net! Man, I’m having a blast!!” He clapped, his grin growing ever-wider. “Sorry, where was I?
“How could I make you hurt?! How to best stomp all over your life?! I’ve been pondering all this ever since that day!” Dabi danced in excitement, mania and insanity in his voice. “I couldn’t figure out why I even existed, and every day, I’d crawl to Natsu, crying my eyes out. Not that you ever knew, right?!
“When you finally achieved success with your little puppet Shoto, I thought killing him might do the trick! But then—who would’ve guessed… you got bumped up to number one! Suddenly, I was rooting for your happiness. My blood ran cold when I thought you might bite the big one in Kyushu! Then, I led Starservant and Ending Straight to you, one after the other! You were finally number one! It’s all you ever wanted!
“But it must’ve weighed on you, right?! Or was all the praise and admiration like chicken soup for your soul?! When, at long last, you could stare your kids in the eye… didja finally start to feel the warm and fuzzy bonds of family?! You must’ve thought, ‘as long as I can face the future, I can be better!’ I can tell you’re at a loss for words, so here’s the answer!” Dabi pressed his hands to his chest, his expression wild. “The past never dies! Get it yet?! Y’reap what you sow! So let’s tango, you and me, Todoroki Enji!! Dance with your son, here in hell!!”
“No, Touya is dead. Take back that despicable lie.” Endeavor was staring, wide-eyed.
“Nope, I’m clearly alive! And that’s the despicable truth, dad!” Dabi quipped. “Because you put a whole agency together of fire and heat type Quirks, you didn’t even suspect me!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Endeavor. “Someone’s in deniiiiallll!” You taunted in a sing-song voice, bracing your forearms on one of Machia’s ridges as you leaned over, grinning down at Dabi’s brother and father. You turned your head to the side as you heard Spinner and Compress talking.
“Dabi never spoke a word of this…” Compress took his mask off.
Spinner glowered as he held Shigaraki. “He kept it hidden from us… but you knew, Y/N? What’s up with that?” At that, you gave him a sheepish smile. He shook his head, looking down at Shigaraki. You turned your attention back to Dabi as he started speaking again.
“Don’t believe me? I’m happy to donate some blood or a hunk of skin. Go ahead—get a DNA test. Not that it matters, since the test I ran has already gone public.”
Skeptic looked up, smug. “Perfectly spliced and edited, even on the fly. Bow down to my skills.”
Dabi glanced at him. “Thanks to you and your camera for that prime footage. No reason not to use what we got, right?” He looked back at Endeavor, smirking. “This is my present to you, Endeavor. See, I did some digging into Hawks—that filthy spy.” With an unhinged grin, he leaped off of Machia, his body igniting. “Thanks for going strong up until now, Endeavor!!”
You scowled. “Be careful, Touya!” You shouted, holding Boo close to your chest and sliding down Machia after him.
“Flashfire Fist: Prominence—” Dabi was cut off as thick threads shot out, wrapping around everybody.
“Apologies for the delay! As of today, Beast Jeanist is back on duty!!” Best Jeanist had jumped down from a dropship, landing on one of the threads.
Dabi glared, surprise on his face. “You! You’re supposed to be dead! That corpse was real!”
“You’ve overreached, and now you’re coming apart at the seams… like cheap, inferior denim!”
“Don’t you dare imply he’s inferior!” You immediately snarled, staring at the hero with hatred in your eyes. You were curled around Boo in order to protect her from getting hurt, using your body to shield her from the threads.
“So what if you’re alive…?” Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. He started to burn away the threads. “That doesn’t change the hard truths about my family’s past! Right, Shoto?!”
You thrashed around as Jeanist tightened the threads, letting out a shriek of pain as your arthritis flared up. You faintly heard Compress yelling your name, but you were too overwhelmed by the agony thrumming through your body. Boo started to lick at your face, whining. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dabi’s flames raging and struggled to retain enough focus to pay attention to him. Black spots swam in your vision and you swam in and out of consciousness. At some point, you vaguely registered Dabi burning away the threads from around you and then signalling something to Compress, who activated his Quirk, compressing you both into a marble.
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Badly summarized wip tag!!!!!!!!
Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote in which one they'd like to read most.
Tagged by @monacotrophywife, @fueledbyremembering, @celientjeee, and @f1-giuki!!!!
I think most people I know have been tagged? throwing a few out there just in case, but no pressure :))) @creabirds @liamlawsonlesbian @felixsaysstuff @merenwenformulauno, @hurricane-heatt
i'm not even confident that these are all my wips jesus christ liquid FOCUS
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6 and 16 for the excerpt ask game? <3
6. that i struggled with, but triumphed over
it's just act of faith. it's just act of faith. fuck you aof. (it's okay, it's complete now.)
but in all reality, I haven't technically triumphed over it, but i might as well have triumphed over it every time I open the document. beyond saints is my fyodor backstory fic !
There is no place in heaven for sin, and there is no room on earth for saints.
Fyodor learns this when he is twelve years old.
There is a gun shoved into his hands and there is a deer in the scope. The gun is too big for his hands. He does not know the model and he doesn’t care to.
The deer is a simple creature, foraging for food before the winter sets in and it’s forced to change its diet and physiology to accommodate such an environmental change. It is a simple creature who does not yet know of death, and a creature that does not need to die to feed them for the night or the week.
Fyodor does not want to kill the deer.
His father is not a man of honor — he preaches that there is no place in heaven for sin and he goes to church every Sunday, but Fyodor doesn’t understand how such a man can be a man of God when he comes home every other night and leaves a bruise across mother’s face, something to be hidden with shame and make-up. Such a thing wouldn’t happen if the Lord had made her a better woman, after all.
There is no place for boys who do not know of boyhood, his father hisses in his ear, and Fyodor does not pull the trigger.
He drops the gun on the ground.
16. from a recent piece I want to brag about
i know shirase is not popular but GOD I loved corruption bringer / my chuuya-shirase reconciliation fic sm I wish it got more love !!!
“Not learning how to read until twelve will do that to you.”
Shirase hums. “I learned how to read before then. That’s when I taught you, remember?”
“I… thought we learned together?”
Shirase’s gaze, turning back to him, is clouded with confusion before clarity sinks in. “Ah. Right. I just, uh, I didn’t want you to be embarrassed, y’know?”
Chuuya makes a sound of acknowledgement. He doesn’t believe that for a second.
Not because he questions where Shirase was raised, not because he’s startled Shirase would lie, but because Chuuya didn’t have a sense of embarrassment before he became the Sheep’s protector. Before then — it didn’t matter if he didn’t know the things the others did because he wasn’t supposed to be better than them, or protect them.
from this list of writing excerpt asks !
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Can I request a fic with yandere Paperboy (in-essence universe) with a kidnapped reader? sorry if this is too specific, you can change it however you need!
YESS THE FIRST YANDERE REQUEST IS HERE THANK YOU ANON I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! - mod orpheus
request: yandere!postman w/ kidnapped!reader [in-essence universe]
pairing: [victor grantz] yandere!paperboy x kidnapped!reader
warnings: general yandere behaviour, delusional behaviour, implied future drugging
victor grantz
he saw you in passing, at first.
you were perfect to him, as your hair tussled in the artificial wind of metropolis. he stared, breathless, hands clutching a pile of newspapers in his arms. but he thought you were just like the wind- coming, going, never to return to him. but he was proven wrong. he saw you again, and this time, you were going up to him.
you smiled at him, and victor felt his heart thump hard and loud in his mechanical ears. it was raining that day, and he couldn’t go home because he lost his umbrella on the way over to the printing press. probably taken by someone who mistook it for their own or something. he was about to resign himself to staying at the press for the night, but then there you were, his saviour with the prettiest smile. “hey,” you greeted him, “paperboy- victor, right? left your umbrella at home or something?” victor looked away, his visor whirling through articles as he sheepishly nodded. he didn’t want to tell you it wasn’t actually at home, but whatever you said, victor felt like he had to agree with. he didn’t want to imagine ever saying ‘no’ to you. it’d upset him greatly.
“do you live close by?”
he perked his head up towards you, visor rolling through more articles. were you.. offering to walk home with him? “i can walk you home! wouldn’t want your newspapers to get wet, right?” you were. you were! he had to hide his excitement as he nodded his head, following as you reopened your umbrella at the door. when you offered your hand to him, the paperboy felt like he was about to pass out. nearly did so too when your hands linked together.
the walk back, victor got acquainted with you, introducing you to wick who barked in greeting. in the middle of it, wick’s paws got too tired and victor was just about to scoop him up when you handed him the umbrella and took the dog to your arms yourself, the animal friend making himself comfortable in your arms. victor didn’t feel jealous at all, in fact, his heart soared. you cared about wick, just like him! not a lot of people cared about wick like he did.
the two of you eventually reached his apartment, and you bid him goodbye as you left. his clothes lingered of your smell, a scent that was utterly, preciously yours. he didn’t want to wash them. he actually didn’t- he took off the clothes and hung them up and just used a new replica the next day. every night, when he reached home, he’d lean into those clothes and inhale the scent off of it. he didn’t see what was wrong with it, nor how weird you would think his actions are if you figured it out. after all, you’d never find him weird, right? you cared about him, right? you loved him, didn’t you? he felt a smile twitch across his lips. of course you loved him. the two of you often met since the last time, and he always took his time to talk with you [or sign, specifically].
but you always refused whenever he offered for you to come in to his apartment. you were so shy, so polite, victor thought as you left the apartment’s yard again. he wanted to show you it was okay to enter his home- in fact, he wanted you to live here with him. isn’t that what lovers do? live together? he’d rather you stay with him, though; it’s safer at his apartment than yours. yours is much too small. too easy to break into. he’ll show you that it’s okay to stay together.
you were tired. you’ve been losing things so much these days, you aren’t sure where you’ve misplaced them, if you’ve misplaced them at all. at first, it was little things. pens, papers, some stamps. then it became more suspicious things, like glasses, plates, cutlery. then it was straight up ammenities that you’re sure you put in your bathroom; towels, toothbrushes, soaps, shampoos. you’ve been looking at advertisements both in paper and online to see if there was anywhere else you could move to, though in a place like metropolis, there isn’t much of a good place to be. especially if you couldn’t afford it.
the rain pattered against your window, a clap of thunder made you scream and drop your stack of clothes. you cussed and knelt down to gather them again. you had a friend in the higher ups of metropolis who said you could live in their apartment for the meanwhile for a few weeks at least, and you were packing, but now you have to do it all over again thanks to the mess on the floor. the thunder had cut the lights in your room and you were aimlessly feeling at the floor, trying to find your comb that you sure dropped from the top of the pile. your hand touched... something. it wasn’t your comb, despite it being small. it was furry. you squinted your eyes in the dark, and jumped. “wick..! what are you doing here, boy..?” you muttered. it was victor’s dog friend who never left his side. seeing the dog here made you worried. was victor okay? did wick just wander off? wick never wandered off. however, the dog barked up at you, in an excited fashion at that, which meant it wasn’t something.. bad. you felt a hand on your shoulder. the last thing you got to see was the visor that had a newspaper article tucked within it.
he watched you intently, counting your breaths. one. two. three. four. five. you’re alive. he didn’t hit your head too hard, that’s good. it wasn’t that hard to carry you back to his apartment, he just told passerbys you drank too much and passed out. right now, you were tucked into his bed, with wick sleeping soundly by your feet. he smiled, eyes twinkling. his visor was set aside on the bedside table. victor’s chest thumped in excitement. your eyes were fluttering as you were waking up. you’re alive..! that’s wonderful, he was so happy to see you, and is even more happy to see that reaction of yours. yes, those wide eyes, the way you sat up, looking around, speaking so quickly- yes, you’re happy, that’s definitely you being happy!
he hugged you tight and felt your hands fist around his shirt. you must be so ecstatic, after all, why else were you crying? he cupped your cheeks, a flush spreading across his face as he giggled in excitement. “vi- ic-tor-” you sob out, tears down your cheeks, “wh- what’s happening- what’s going on..?!” he giggled even harder, squirming in place. you said his name! you said his name again, in such a sweet voice, you said his name! he clung to you, pushing you down to the bed as he cuddled into you. victor was much stronger, no matter how you squirmed and struggled, nothing happened. he couldn’t wait to live out the rest of his life with you, though you might need some medication to calm down. that thunderstorm must be scaring you so much.
he can’t wait to wake up to you.
he can’t wait to cook you meals.
he can’t wait to kiss you until you can’t breathe.
he can’t wit to have you.
he loves you so much.
and he’ll make sure his umbrella is always shared between you two.
[art credit - official art]
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