#beggin on her knees to be popular

[manjisdollkiko]

𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

[kurooh]

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY 🔥🥰

I truly love your work I was wondering if you can do more MHA men and how they would be like if fem reader was famous (model, actress , artist etc) have a great rest of your day❤️❤️❤️

BEGGIN’ ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR ! — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. you’re his celebrity crush. (still, even after you started officially dating)

⟡ feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, todoroki shōto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, takami keigo.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, some fluff, all characters & reader are 25+, quirkless/modern au, different au’s for each character, brainrot post.

⟡ xoxo, juno: omg nonnie this req is absolutely brilliant. thank you for the birthday wishes!! 💓

being a dancer/performer means your limbs are always a little achy or tight, and that’s where izuku comes in to help you stretch out. in other words, he fucks you in every position possible until you’re melting beneath him. he’ll attend all your performances and cheer, the loudest in the audience.. he’s almost gotten kicked out a few times. izuku’s always observing you, especially when you dance, and so he sweeps you into his arms after dinner, then slow dances with you.

shōto poses nude for you and sits pretty as you paint him onto your canvas, meticulously capturing the slopes and curves of his body. you’re the artist, and he’s your muse — even after years of painting him clothed or nude, he still gets hard from just your eyes on him. after a painstakingly long time spent correcting and coloring, you finally stand and give his drooling cock the attention it deserves.

denki’s a renowned singer, and you’re his groupie. despite the rumors of all the women he’s been with, you’ve come to learn that they were untrue. the second he saw you in the audience cheering, he decided to invite you backstage. then he started giving you free concert tickets to every show; it only progressed from there. so many of his fans are jealous, but he doesn’t care. if he could, he’d fuck your brains out right in front of them. denki helped make you famous by recording your voice and your moans in the studio, then he added them into his songs.

eijirou’s friends are tired of hearing about you all the time— all he does is rave about his beautiful model girlfriend and show pictures of her. he loves to participate in your social media posts and monitor the comment sections, etc. sometimes eijirou leaves one too many marks along your body (your boss hates him), or fucks you until you can barely walk just because. occasionally your instagram posts and sfw rating amps up when eijirou takes your phone and posts something a little suggestive about you two.

your most popular movie received worldwide attention, and even more when the truth about you and your costar, keigo, got out. you couldn’t escape the relationship questions all over social media or in interviews once everyone learned you’d hated each other behind the scenes, yet had unmistakable chemistry on screen. unbeknownst to the audience, you’d only maintained the chemistry with him because of some quick fucks before and after shooting. of course, it’s not like the sex stopped after filming and production— you’re still secretly seeing each other, practically dating now. your fans often ignore or wonder about the blank instagram account that likes to call you theirs in comments below your posts in response to others.

[7s3ven]

POPULAR. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N is tired of being bullied her whole life so she makes a deal with Luke. As long as she does his bidding, he’ll make her popular.

“Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her dream, to be popular. Kill anyone to be popular, sell her soul to be popular.”

Warnings : toxic! luke + y/n (but they’re lowkey iconic together), gore, death, manipulation if you squint, dark themes, y/n + luke are both pretty messed up, pretty gruesome near the end, not proof read

A/N : Me when I wanna write toxic one shots to express my feelings but I've been in toxic relationships and writing fluff is how I comfort myself :c

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Years ago, the young Y/N would’ve scoffed in her face. Maybe even spat at her if she was feeling bratty enough. Why make a deal with Luke? It was like selling your soul to the devil.

Camp Half-Blood loved Luke, adored him even. But under all that courage and glory was a monster. Y/N had seen it first hand when he turned his head for a split second during a duel, his eyes going dark and his lips curling into a cruel sneer.

Nobody except Y/N ever noticed that hidden darkness behind his soft kindness. It wasn’t her fault she made that wretched deal. He approached her first, staring so longingly into her eyes and speaking with a voice so charming that she hung off every word.

The first time he talked to her was when she was eating breakfast, isolated from the rest of her chattering siblings. Ares was her father, which explained all her retrained anger towards the world. She was the lowest of the bunch, never socialising with anyone and avoiding all group activities to the best of her ability.

She was skilled with a spear but did anybody notice? No one did. Except Luke. In a way, he was her saviour in this eat or be eaten world. Y/N was a tough cookie to crack but getting her head shoved into toilets every day could wear down anybody.

Luke wasn’t usually one to take an interest in girls. He had plenty fawning over him for his attention but none of them could catch his eye like Y/N. There was something about her precise aim with the blade of her spear and the way she gulped down her ice cold water without a second thought. Call it creepy, but Luke found solitude in secretly watching Y/N train.

“Y/N.” Was the first thing Luke had ever said to her. She looked up in surprise and Clarisse’s face turned sour at the sight of the Hermes boy. Her beady eyes narrowed as his hand brushed against Y/N’s shoulder.

“You’re pretty good with a spear.” He quietly whispered in Y/N’s ear so none of the other Ares kids could hear him. “If you ever need a sparring partner, I’m right here.”

Y/N lips parted in shock as she watched him slink off towards his own table. Her siblings stared at her in curiosity before turning back do their food, scoffing at her.

Every minute, Y/N would steal small glances at Luke. And every time, he caught her and gave her a knowing smirk. She looked down at her plate after being caught for the fifth time, her cheeks flushing red and turning hot. She no longer felt hungry.

Y/N stood up, scraping the rest of her food into the fire. She felt a presence behind her but she paid no mind to it until they spoke it.

“So, did you think about my offer?” Of course it was Luke. Y/N flinched, almost dropping the porcelain plate into the fire to join her discarded meal.

“Why me?” She asked, her voice nothing but a quiet whisper that barely reached Luke’s ears.

“Why not you?” He replied, cheekily tilting his head.

Y/N could come up with many reasons to that question. She always took Luke as someone who carefully picked who he interacted with, especially when it came to girls.

“May’s prettier.” She said, nodding over to the bright brown-haired girl tucked in the middle of the Aphrodite table.

“Yeah, she’s pretty but you’re prettier.”

“Vivian’s smarter.”

Luke glanced at the Athena girl with not much interest, shrugging. “Not my type.” Vivian’s was everybody type with her sharp-witted mouth and perfectly cut bob.

“Why are you talking to me, Luke?” After a while, Y/N cut straight to the chase. She furrowed her brows in confusion, a little uneasy with how close Luke was and how girls were glancing over at her.

“I’ve seen you fight.” Luke continued to avoid her questions, much to her annoyance. “Like I said, I’d be happy to be your sparring partner. Today, five pm. Does that work for you?”

Y/N stared at him, hesitating for a moment before she slowly nodded. “Yeah… I’ll see you then.” She briefly smiled before rushing off, dumping her plate somewhere else.

Luke wasn’t expecting much when he showed up at the arena, holding his newly sharpened sword. He figured that if Y/N didn’t end up coming then he could at least get some solo practice in.

But no, she was sitting on a bench inside the arena, fiddling with her spear. She lifted her head, her eyes locking with Luke’s.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t know you’d actually show up.” He dropped his sword in front of her, grinning.

Y/N shrugged. “It… seemed rude not to.” She muttered, looking down at the ground around.

“I’ll be honest, Y/N. I didn’t just want to spar with you. I’ve come to make you a deal. I’ve noticed that a particular someone keeps shoving your head into a toilet.” Luke smirked when he saw Y/N stiffen. He crouched down in front of her, “What if I told you… that I could make it all go away? Just like that.”

He snapped his fingers.

“I can make you popular, Y/N. So popular that no one, not even Clarisse, will mess with you again.”

Y/N gave Luke that same narrowed glare that Clarisse often sent his way. “What’s the catch?” She asked, causing Luke to chuckle.

“Smart. The catch isn’t that big. All you have to do is whatever I tell you to.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised slightly as she finally made eye contact with Luke again. He charmingly smiled at her. She thickly gulped, weighing out all her options in her head. She could reject his offer and be the victim of relentless bullying… or she could accept and never get hit by Clarisse again.

Luke frowned at her hesitation. “The choice is your’s.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered to look at everything but him. She slowly nodded. “Okay.” She whispered. “Okay. I’ll do it. Deal.”

It started off small. Steal someone from Clarisse, easy enough. Y/N was almost as cunning as Hermes himself, which slightly impressed Luke. He gave her a nod of approval after she dropped Clarisse’s beloved spear in front of him. As promised, he stopped the bullying, but in a way Y/N never expected.

After yet another failed game of capture the flag, Y/N was walking towards the large crowd of demigods when Luke abruptly picked her up and kissed her. Dating or even being around Luke Castellan was guaranteed to make you popular and Y/N had somehow been roped into it without her knowledge.

Her tasks weren’t too difficult until Luke told her to do the unthinkable. To pick a target and violently murder them as a warning to the camp that bad things were coming.

“Luke… you know I can’t.” She muttered as she hid behind the Hermes cabin with him. She was clutching onto his arm, begging him to give her another task. Luke stared down at her in annoyance.

He rolled his eyes, slightly sneering. “Come on. It’s easy. I’ll even show you.” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, looking like a deer in headlights. But she couldn’t say no. She could never say no to Luke when he had his lips pressed so firmly against her’s and when his fingers traced delicate circles around her waist as he lifted her shirt.

After that short conversation, Y/N’s nights consisted of sneaking out to meet Luke. He taught her how to wield an ax, how to knock someone out, and even explained how to dismember a body. Clearly, he had studied these dark topics.

Y/N lay on the forest floor, staring up at the stars. Luke was nearby, his arm lazily slung around her waist and pulling her closer towards him.

“We have to be careful.” He whispered in her ear, tucking a strand of her hair away. Y/N knew that if Luke went down, she’d be forced with him and vice versa. He pressed a light kiss to her neck, inhaling the smell of her floral perfume.

Luke had a twisted obsession with the idea of murder. It thrilled him. The vivid image in his mind of blood splattered across the floor and limbs bent at awkward angles made his stomach churn but... it was exciting.

"Luke... what are we doing with our lives?" Y/N muttered, turning to face him. When had everything gone downhill? When did they suddenly turn into borderline murders and sadists? Perhaps Luke was always like this and he infected Y/N with his disease. But if she was willing to do anything to become popular, even drive a knife through someone's heart, then it just showed Luke that she might be as abnormal as him. “Princess,” Luke’s voice was barely a whisper as he handed her a cigarette. He often kept them hidden under his mattress, only taking them out when he needed to destress. He lit the tip for her and watched as she slowly took a drag, blowing out a mouthful of smoke.

The pair stared down at the body in front of them. They weren’t dead, merely knocked out. Outside, the wind was relentless. It smashed against the wooden walls of the abandoned cabin, as if warning Y/N and Luke to stop whatever madness they were about to commit.

BORN IN GRIEF,

“Do you ever think it could have been different if the gods gave a fuck about us?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side. She took another drawl from the cigarette before passing it over to Luke. “Would we be less… messed up if they actually cared?”

Luke shrugged. “Maybe. But this is who we are, we can’t change that.”

RAISED IN HATE,

Y/N would never admit it out loud but she and Luke were sick. Sick for even thinking of doing this and suddenly, Y/N’s stomach lurched. A tiny morsel of her personal morals held her back from approaching the body but she was also curious. How long would it take until the demigod before them realised their doom?

HELPLESS TO DEFY THEIR FATE.

They stirred but their eyes never fluttered open. Luke and Y/N exchanged a look before he gestured her forward. She held the wooden handle of the ax tightly, dragging it along the floor as she stepped towards the unconscious body.

Y/N was unusually calm when she lifted the ax, the sharp blade glinting in the moonlight. Suddenly, the demigod awoke with a desperate gasp. They scrambled back at the sight of Y/N.

LET THEM RUN,

“Please, don’t… what have I ever done to you? Don’t kill me! I haven’t even completed a quest or been claimed yet!” The demigod clasped their hands together, begging for sweet mercy. Y/N merely gazed at them, wide-eyed and unmoving.

“I’m afraid she won’t listen to you.” Luke made his presence known. The demigod’s eyes flickered over to him and they let out another gasp. They couldn’t beloved that Luke, the son of Hermes, the heartthrob of Camp Half-Blood was sitting idly on the sidelines while his companion was staring at them like they were an experiment. Simply a hypothesis that needed to be tested.

“She works for me. She’d kill her best friend if I told her to.” Luke gestured for Y/N to continue. The ax was raised above her head, ready to pierce the heart. Y/N swiftly swung the blade down. It buried itself in the demigod’s chest and a drowned-out scream slipped past their lips.

LET THEM LIVE,

Y/N’s eyes shook as she stared at the body in what could only be described as desperation. Desperation to land another sick blow.

Y/N lost count of how many times she raised the ax up and swung it down. All she could think about was the euphoria and giddiness rushing to her head. Blood stained her skin but she didn’t stop until the demigod was nothing but a mangled corpse, unable to be identified just by looking at their gruesome face.

Thunder crashed and lightning flickered. Rain poured down, the gods’ way of expressing their grave disappointment.

BUT DO NOT FORGET WHAT WE CANNOT FORGIVE.

Luke blew out another cloud of smoke, gazing at Y/N with his own twisted version of love. “Red looks good on you.” He uttered, spinning her around like she was in a beautiful ball gown and he was her date to prom.

Y/N laughed, the thrill of killing taking over. Luke’s lips curved into a smile. He had never heard the sound of her laugher before. And he was already intoxicated. Her lips tasted like smoke and tangy metal and he pulled her closer.

THEY ARE NOT ONE OF US, NOT OUR KIND.

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[ellastone-olsen]

Beggin’ on her knees to be popular - Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader

Summary: New person with Elizabeth Olsen at the Golden Globes. It seems like a lot of attention is attached to you two, let's see what happens at the end of the celebration.

★Warnings: very little NSFW, fluff, hurt/comfort

★Word count: 1k

★AN: In no way is it an insult to the winners, just as a fan of Lizzie, this is my alternative version. It hurt me to look at her upset face my poor baby. I also changed the design of my fics a little.

The crowd of people grew larger and swallowed you up, taking you somewhere away. Celebrities and their partners arrived every minute, filling the once spacious street. You grabbed Elizabeth's hand so that these strangers wouldn't separate you in their haste. The event was starting.

A few hours ago, you sat on a chair in a room filled with books and watched as makeup artists put the finishing touches on the image of your beloved. Your mouth watered at the sight of her white dress, which made her look too much like a bride. She was beaming with happiness, but when everyone left the room, leaving you alone, the smile disappeared from her face. You stand up from chair and walked up to her, gently taking her hand to kiss it.

“Are you worried?” You asked looking at her, but her head was lowered and gaze was fixed somewhere on the floor. A hum of agreement was all she “said.” You sighed and took her face in your hands as carefully as possible so as not to ruin her makeup. “Hey look at me, I'll be there, you're always a winner to me anyway. Do you hear?" Her big green eyes expressed gratitude and she leaned towards you for a soft kiss. You stood opposite each other for some time, touching your foreheads, until someone entered the room to announce the arrival of the car.

Your thoughts returned to the present time, as you watched from the sidelines as Elizabeth posed for the paparazzi. Not a trace of that uncertainty remains. Now all attention was focused on your beloved and your heart swelled with tenderness and pride, cries of her name were heard from different sides and you were sure that today she would take the reward.

From somewhere, aftersound of gossip about the two of you reached your ears. “They came together?” “So those rumors are true, have you seen the paparazzi pictures?” A sigh of irritation escapes you, of course Lizzie was not the kind of person to advertise her personal life. You never put pressure on her in this topic and did not think that she was hiding or ashamed of you. But how much you wanted to declare to the whole world that this woman is yours, and you are hers. Another thing that you expected from this day was to dot all the i’s about you.

Everyone sat down in places that had been pre-allocated for everyone. You took a seat next to Elizabeth and placed her hand on your burgundy velvet clad knee and covered it, woven your fingers together. It seems like someone at the next table was staring at you. The day dragged on slowly and you were already starting to get annoyed by this leading man spawned from nowhere, who is he anyway?

A couple of times you stood up to applaud Emma Stone, she was your favorite among all these celebrities (unless of course you count the woman in white nearby) and you were sincerely happy for her victory. Sitting in one place was torture and you fidgeted in your chair waiting for a break, Elizabeth also noticed this and leaned over and whispered in your ear to be patient a little. 20 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, lo and behold. The bell that signaled a break sounded like a blessing from above.

You were sewing somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors and Lizzie’s hand gently slid into yours. “There are two nominations left, very soon we will go home.” The woman clearly studied the plan of the event, unlike you. “When we arrive, we will celebrate your victory.” You stroked her hand with the pad of your thumb. Countless stars passed by, someone again looked with surprise, noticing your clasped hands, someone simply smiled. “Darling, I haven’t won anything yet, and maybe I won’t win at all.” The tone with which she said this sounded upset again. You stopped and gently pushed her back against the wall, your hands resting on her shoulders. Looked into her eyes and leaned in for a gentle kiss, ignoring the people nearby. Taylor Swift giggled a little as she walked by.

When your lips parted, your shaky breath hung in the heated air. Your hand found her again and pulled her somewhere into the far dark corner of the corridor, where there was not a soul to witness your teenage incontinence.

“Baby, not here, you’re going to eat all my lipstick.” Elizabeth laughed as your hands rested on her hips. “Mmmmm but you are so beautiful in this dress, and besides, I want these pessimistic thoughts to leave your sweet head and it seems...” The skirt of the dress was bunched up in the middle of her soft thighs. “I found a good way.” Your knee was pressed between her legs and she started grinding slowly the soft velvet fabric of your pants. “Mmmmmm Y/N.” She grabbed onto your shoulders for balance and you brought one hand down to her clothed center and stroked the sensitive bud. It was already so hot and wet between her legs, your head was spinning. "Lizzie...my love." Your mouth hovered over her collarbones, placing small kisses so that there would be no hickeys left.

The damn bell announced the continuation of the event and you tore yourself away from the woman with a roar, straightening the skirt of dress. “I hope you brought lipstick with you.” You giggled and earned a playful slap on your ass from her. "I love you too." You managed to shout before she disappeared into the toilet.

Lizzie’s nomination was approaching and you were nervous, picking at the pad of your thumb with your index nail to the point where it hurt to hold the champagne glass. “And the Golden Globe goes to...” You stopped breathing, squeezing Elizabeth’s hand tighter, all the next words came to you as if you were at the bottom of the ocean. "Elizabeth Olsen." The hall erupted in applause, Lizzie looking at you with a beaming smile. When you came to your senses, you nodded towards the stage. The cameras were trained on the two of you and before leaving, the woman leaned over and kissed you, not for the last time that day.

[coryosbaby]

Popular

sub! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Gaul’s Daughter! Reader— Masterlist

Synopsis: Coriolanus will do anything to get to the top, right?

** check content warnings .

Part One —‘ Beggin’ On Her Knees To Be Popular! ‘

Part Two— ‘ That’s Her Dream, To Be Popular! ‘

[lustkillers]

BEGGIN' ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR !

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - she wants more fame, he's helping her gain that.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ probably not set in the right era, nsfw freak shit. dom!euronymous, sub!reader. reader and euro are opposites, unprotected sex, degradation, praising, crying, face-fucking, reader and euro make a sex tape, office sex? exhibitionism?? creampie, freak shit. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - euronymous x famous!fem!reader. ❪ not the actual euronymous, only rory’s portrayal. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ note - fucking hate the idol show, but this song is so orgasmic for no reason. not proofread.

THE first time you both met, the venue was flashing red and blue lights. You were downing shots with friends, and his fingers were playing on the stringed instrument.

He was mesmerizing you with his skill and confidence. You felt a shared electric current buzzing in the air, and before you could shift your gaze away he had already caught it. His eyes were remote, yet deep; like an ocean full of secrets that only revealed themselves when someone is brave enough to swim away from shore.

It was like his music seduced you, as you got up from your spot in the venue, his eyes followed you. You felt an exciting but strange feeling in the pit of your stomach as you started swaying your body with the music.

You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck. He knew who you were, and before you knew it his time was up on stage, now standing right beside you, his hands on your hips. Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, feeling the same electric current that had taken over your body earlier.

A surge of confidence jolted through your veins as the music kept playing, your hips grinding on his slightly-toned body. The atmosphere in the room was intense and before you knew it, time froze as his lips brushed up against yours.

The sensation of his lips on yours sent shivers down your spine, making every inch of your body tingle with anticipation. You leaned in closer to him, wanting more as he deepened the kiss.

But that's where your first encounter ended.

After that encounter happened, you still kept in touch. He still did his music, and you did yours. Every time he'd perform, you'd find yourself in the crowd, watching him with a newfound appreciation for his passion.

However, as his music career boosted, yours declined. He started to get more and more attention from other people, leaving you feeling a little bit jealous. You couldn't help but feel a bit of envy as you watched him perform and receive praise.

"How'd you do it?" You were now talking to him after his show, your question masked by the thumping of music.

He didn't answer you, putting his stuff away. You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed for asking him that question.

You really needed his help, and you were willing to anything. You were desperate.

"Look, I need your help. My shit isn’t going well, and I don't know what else to do," you pleaded, your voice barely audible over the loud music.

He looked at you, smirking. "Maybe if we worked together, I could help," he said finally.

You raised an eyebrow, "Together? How is that going to work?" He smiled mischievously, "Come by Helvete tomorrow, and you'll find out." And with that, he left you alone, your stomach feeling warm at his words.

The next day, you made your way to Helvete. He was already there, waiting for you. He motioned to his office, gesturing for you to enter.

Once inside, you stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He smiled. "I think I have a way that we can help each other out," he said.

His expression shifted to a lust filled one, and you felt your face flush. He licked his lips and you knew what he was suggesting. "On your knees, slut." He commanded.

Your heart began to race and you felt a mix of fear and excitement at his words. You slowly got on your knees, bracing yourself for whatever was coming next. He stepped closer to you and grabbed ahold of your chin, lifting it up so he could look into your eyes. "Now, I’m going to help you, and in return you’re going to help me." He said with a smirk.

You nodded, unable to speak, as he explained the terms of your agreement, bringing in the factor of him recording you both. When he was finished, you swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. You knew that if you said yes it would change your life forever--but it was a risk that seemed worth taking.

He smiled, satisfied with your response. "Good girl," he said as he reached out and grasped the back of your neck roughly, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest as the intensity of his lips grew stronger and stronger. When he finally pulled away you were left feeling breathless and dizzy-- but you couldn't deny the warmth that was spreading through your body.

He pushed you back onto your knees, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. "Now, if you want to keep your end of the bargain," he continued, his voice low and threatening, "you're going to do exactly what I say."

His words made you more aroused, and if he kept it up for much longer, you were probably going to be in a pool of your wetness.

His hands unzipped his pants, revealing his cock. Your eyes slightly widened, and you found yourself salivating at the thought of it inside of you.

He commanded you to take him in your mouth, and with a deep breath, you complied. You ran your tongue around his hardness before taking him into your mouth fully. He moaned in pleasure as he grabbed onto the back of your head, gently pushing himself deeper and deeper down your throat, now gaining control.

He started to thrust faster and deeper, your spit pooling out the sides of your face. His cock speared to the back of your throat, and you started to gag. You tried to pull away, but his fingers were still intertwined in your hair, refusing for you to get away.

It went on for a couple of more minutes, and you were moments away from passing out. He pulled out, a line of spit connected between your lips and his cock. He smiled down on you, enjoying the view of you in a state of utter submission.

"Up, bitch." He commanded. You got up, unsteady on your feet, and he pulled you into a rough kiss. He licked your lips, tasted himself on you. His hands wandered down your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of you as he kissed you deeply.

Both of you slowly walked to his desk, both of you removing your clothes. He laid you down, his hands caressing and exploring every inch of your body. His lips pressed against yours, leaving a light trail down to your neck.

His hands moved lower, fingers gently teasing your wet folds before entering you. You gasped in pleasure as he thrust gently inside of you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

"F-Fuck, Euro!" You cried out, your breathing quickening as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He smiled down at your blissful expression before increasing the speed, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You moaned in pleasure and closed your eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his rushing within you. His hands roamed all over you as he took in every moan and scream of pleasure with each thrust.

The pleasure felt suffocating, your head going dizzy. "M'gonna cum," you babbled out.

Euro's eyes lit up as he picked up the pace, pushing you closer and closer until you finally tumbled over the edge. You screamed out his name like a prayer as your body quivered in pleasure.

His movements became more erratic and intense, chanting your name with profanities. You still felt sensitive, the pleasure almost knocking you out.

You felt a hot burst fill you, his arms trembling as he thrust deeper and held himself inside you, stuffing you full. You both lay still, panting as he remained inside you.

Euronymous squatted down to your puffed-out pussy, his mouth attaching to it. He licked and sucked on your sensitive flesh, sending sensations all through you.

Your hands tangled through his hair, "S'too much!" You cried out, but still needy for more. He chuckled, his hands caressing your thighs as he kept licking and sucking.

He paid attention to every inch of you, lavishing in the taste of your orgasm-induced cum until finally you could take no more.

You laid there, feeling utterly satisfied, as Euronymous got up and walked to the camera, turning it off, smirking.

"That was quite the show, wasn't it?" He said with a wink.

You blushed and smiled, feeling content inside as you thought of what just happened. You were left feeling content in a way you hadn't before, and you knew that this would be something that neither of you would forget.

You bit your lip, smiling at him as your hair was tousled. This was it, you both did it.

You were going to be famous.

"BEAUTIFUL BABE GETS FUCKED BY GUITARIST, EURONYMOUS! WATCH NOW!"

And you did.

[idillyas]

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[miujo]

　⌅⁺ 　　　❀ 　　　beggin'　on　her　knees　2　b　popular

[gyustarzzi2]

— Beggin' on her knees to be popular ۫🎞️ ִ﹗ ˳ ♡ ﹒

[evileyekabuki]

LMRT CORE

😈💚💀💚😈

“Beggin' on her knees to be popular

That's her dream, to be popular (huh)

Kill anyone to be popular

Sell her soul to be popular (popular)

Just to be popular (uh-huh)

Everybody scream 'cause she popular (huh)

She mainstream 'cause she popular

Never be free 'cause she popular” ~ Popular by The Weeknd ft Madonna

[joonberriess]

okok for my priv twitter should i start posting my sims stuff on there too ?? i downloaded like a shit ton of cc yesterday and i made my sims looks super cute 😗😗 plus my gameplay is funny at times LMAO idkkkk im treating my twt like my old spam page on insta 💀

TWITTER: @/strwbabiee

ALSO WIP WEDNESDAY: yoongi (“beggin’ on her knees to be popular”) canon bf au. taehyung (“wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine”) canon bf au.

[yunhoslvr]

♡⃞ 　 : Beggin' on her knees to be popular

[cldump]

♪ Beggin' on her knees to be popular

[tomiokagiyuufirststan]

More angst for my oc cause i lowkey have no life

???? pov:

SHE IS A MONSTER!

how could i forget it? She turned so many people into madness how could I FORGET THIS SHIT.

Lila.

It was her name.

My first and only love.

Me Carmilla the most gorgeous dancer in all the three worlds is the victim of her crazy cult.

Lila haïwuri popular amon poors and nobles the beloved of them all a saint like they say!

But only some people know that she is far away to be a saint.

A monster that's what she is.

Her crimes can't be counted.

She has not guilt no remorse like a fucking insane person.

And somewhat i still love her.

It all beggined 3 months ago my mom had a cancer.

"P-please my dear carmilla ask to the beloved saint to heal me it's the only solution for me!" That was my mother's words.

So i did it.

"Please my beloved saint i beg help my mother" i said in my knees before i looked into her eyes.

The beautiful pale lady opened her mouth and said

"Fine but i have one condition"

As i nodded she gently puted her cold lip in mine.

"This is our pacts you will be my concubine dearest dancer"

I didn't mind since she healed my mom after that.

How silly of me who tought that she was a saint .

Times passed and i loved her i loved how she touched me.

Before i knew i falled in love with the most crazy lady ever created.

Before our "marriage" i was in the arms of another person a man to be exact i dont know how it happened i just.

Loosed interest in this saint.

And before i knew my life collapsed.

Lila saw me and was sure to make my life hell.

"Eat" she said with a smile as she gave me meat.

Meat who was the man's dick.

"How silly of you to love someone other than me when you could be safe in my arms hmm?"

SAFE?

How can i be safe when you are the most toxic person i have ever meet our relationship was just you abusing me.

She tortured me sotfly and guilt tripped me sooooooo softly that i falled into madness before i even noticed

"Bye Carmilla i hope we meet soon"

Was the last things i heard before i felt someone stabbing me in the heart.

I am sure of one thing that lady has more secrets than i will ever know.

[ellastone-olsen]

➵ MASTERLIST ELLASTONE-OLSEN ✭

*will be replenished

Fluff~ hurt/comfort# smut* extra smut** angst@

﹕🥀★﹒₊‧ wanda maximoff ﹕★﹒₊‧

Fucked my way up to the top*

Around the Christmas tree~*

Thinking about soft mommy Wanda~#*

Make her happy*~

MafiaBoss!Wanda x f!security!reader*@

The art of eye contact *~

Soft mommy Wanda headcanons ~#*

For scarlet witch *

Mommy Wanda x autistic! reader*~~

Series:

The Legend of Sleepy Valley

Part 1 @

Smoking kink with mommy Wanda

Part 1*

Part 2*

🎀﹕★﹒₊‧ elizabeth olsen’s characters﹕★﹒₊‧

Christmas stealer*@ | Therese Raquin x f!reader

﹕📽️★﹒₊‧ elizabeth olsen﹕★﹒₊‧

Beggin' on her knees to be popular~#

Are we the same person? ~*

Wicked game~**

🕷️﹕★﹒₊‧ natasha romanoff ﹕★﹒₊‧

Plush**#~

Damn you’re weak*

☕️﹕★﹒₊‧ wandanat ﹕★﹒₊‧

Blue glow**~

🎡﹕★﹒₊‧ agatha harkness ﹕★﹒₊‧

Undisclosed desires*~

Stay wit me*~#

Sweet flower~*

🎞️﹕★﹒₊‧ aubrey plaza ﹕★﹒₊‧

Dating with Aubrey Plaza headcanons~*

XOXO~*

🌱﹕★﹒₊‧ rio vidal ﹕★﹒₊‧

Sweet flower~*

🤍﹕★﹒₊‧ rhaenyra targaryen ﹕★﹒₊‧

My queen is cruel *~#

I want to imagine being in Mysaria’s place *

[highsadittyblog]

BEGGIN ON HER KNEES TO BE POPULAR