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DP x DC Prompt #50
When Danny came to Gotham, he hadn't been planning on being a vigilante, he swears! And, technically, he wasn't a vigilante. He was a villain. Sort of. He was Catwoman's sidekick. Her partner in crime, quite literally.
But hey, it hadn't taken a lot of convincing from Catwoman to start stealing things from a bunch of rich dudes. Danny hates rich fruit loops.
#finemeal prompt#dp x dc#danny fenton#selina kyle#danny fenton is selina's ârobinâ#catwoman#i just think it'd be fun#i think i've seen a fic with a similar premise out there?#where dick is flirting with danny#and danny is selina's sidekick#and bruce is just like#damn we all fall for villains huh?#i don't remember it very clearly#but it was a good fic#this is probably subconsciously inspired by that#if y'all ask me about it i'll track it down and put it in the replies#also!!!#wild that i've made 50 dp x dc prompts#and i got more coming#and all of y'all are here#ain't that neat?
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Day Twenty-One: Kinktober 2024 - MHA Edition
Read on AO3.
Tags/Warnings: Hate Fuck, Female Reader, Fingering, Grinding, Hickeys, Biting, Degradation Kink - A Bit, Pro Hero Bakugo, Pro Hero Reader, Katsuki Bakugo, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Dynamight, Bakugo Shits On Your Technique, You Don't Take It Lying Down, Both of You Turn Feral, Insert Markiplier Meme, "And if You EVER Come in Here Again With a Goddamn Opinion, I'll Shove It So Far Up Your Ass It'll Never See the Light of Day Again," Weather's Nice, Aged Up, Of Course, My Sleep Deprivation Demon Now Fears Me
Word Count: 550 words
Summary: You really, really hate Bakugo.
Day Twenty-One: Hate Fuck -> Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugo is a bastard and he knows it.
Every hard stare, every grind of his teeth â he fucking pisses you off and even though he knows it, heâs still an asshole to you. Especially because he knows it.
âYour technique is sloppy, you damn extra!â He sneers.Â
âYour attitude is sloppy, bitch.â You blow him a kiss. âBesides, if youâd moved faster, we might have caught the villain.â
âYou were here before me, dumbass! If anyone needs to be faster itâs you!â Heâs chest to chest with you, sweat glistening on his neck as he works himself up again.
âI donât recall asking for your goddamn opinion anyway, Dynamight!âÂ
When he grabs you by the neck and kisses you, your entire body lurches. Your hormones beg to get closer, but on principle you rear back and deck him in the face.
In the next move, you grasp the collar of his costume and yank his bloody, smirking face forward to kiss him again. God, he might be an asshole but he exudes sex appeal.
He slams you back against the wall, his teeth digging into your flesh and leaving love marks there, despite the definitive lack of love between you two. Youâre just aching to put him in his place. This is a challenge. A feral competition to force each other into a vulnerable position.
You want him to need you.
The only problem is that you need him, too. Your fingers claw at any bare skin you can find, lingering around his shoulders and along his neck. As your hips grind against his covered cock, his greedy hand rubs between your legs. The skin tight costume leaves little to the imagination as it allows you to experience his rough touch through the thin fabric.
However, the costume causes some difficulty when he goes to reach inside your bottoms. With a growl â Bakugo is never one to be shown up, after all â he forces his hand in until his fingers greet the wet puddle youâve made for him.
âYou like this, huh?â
âI donât see why not. Your cock certainly seems to like it.â You grip his hair and pull back, exposing his throat to you while you grind against his hidden erection.
You work on sucking a hickey into his neck while his finger makes quick work of your sensitive nub. He starts slow and works up to teasing flicks until youâre squealing â you arch into the wall and leave scratch marks on his back as he nearly tips you over the edge.
When you finally shatter, he silences your loud shrieks with his free hand. His eyes never leave yours as you ride through an angry amalgamation of ardent hatred and underlying affection.
Dammit, you will not fall in love with this man!
You reach for his cock next, determined to return the favor and prove youâre more than capable of making him feel just as goodâŠbut he stops you.
âMeet me at my place tomorrow night.â He demands, holding out his hand for your phone and punching in the address before returning it. âAnd make sure your technique at sex is better than your technique at fighting villains.â
You watch him leave with a reminder flaring in your head.
Bakugo is a bastard and he knows it.
Continue with Day 22
Tag List: @loll82829, @enigma-and-oasis
Interested in JJK, too? Check out Day 21 with Geto.
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Hawks x Reader & Kinda Adopted!Tokoyami
A/N: I saw some tiny comics with Deadpool who thinks he's dating Spiderman, and brought Danny Phantom home with him. So now Spidey's stuck with enduring both of them and I went: That's sounds like Hawks lmfao
It all started when you were chasing a villain around Japan
Somehow, the top hero Hawks was also chasing the same man
As you fought the villain together, Hawks immediately started hitting on you, yes, while fighting
Usually, you'd think this is funny but you were WORKING so it only annoyed you
Once the villain was knocked out, Hawks asked you out
You refused, still annoyed by him
"Well damn, where do you hang out then?"
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, before leaving. "As if I'd tell you"
It took a couple of days before he found you, then again and again
It slowly but surely got more frequent and everytime, you were glad to go back home ALONE
Until one day, you came back from the grocery store and found Hawks chilling on your couch like it was his
And he never left
He's a pain in the ass most of the time but at least he helps with house chores
He flirts a lot with you, which is annoying but you lowkey appreciate his presence
Hawks calls you by many names "Babe, Baby, Bae, Birdie" even if you two aren't dating
You eventually grew used to have a roommate and you do appreciate him but sometimes his shenanigans are just: "Ugh, why don't I kick you out?"
"Cuz you love me"
"No I don't"
"Sure, keep lying to yourself birdie, I'm not in a rush anyways"
Sometimes you did wonder if you were falling for him
The way he spoke, the way he listened to you, the way he gave you gifts, the way he took care of you...
You were starting to accept that maybe you did liked him
Until that one call that flipped your life upside down again
"What do you think about kids?"
"Huh??"
"So this kid, my "apprentice", tried to attack a villain, got knocked out by said villain but I'm so impressed that I'm bringing him back home"
"What no you're not bringing-"
"Cya home babe~"
You were now stuck with a roommate and a kid- Well a teenager but still-
You somehow grew used to Tokoyami faster than with Hawks because he was actually a nice human being who WASN'T DOING SHIT LIKE KEIGO
Anyways, you fought with Hawks about this whole "kidnapped teenager"
"I have brought chaos with me, perhaps I should leave this household" Tokoyami said as he stood up from the couch
"You're fine sweetie, let mommy convince your dad" Keigo, the mom apparently.
"I'm not his-" You facepalmed. "Oh my god"
Somehow, once the anger was gone, you actually liked this situation
Keigo and you were Tokoyami's "parents"
And maybe too quickly, a year passed
"The kid's growing well" Hawks had smiled on your balcony as you and him were watching Tokoyami go to UA
"Sure is, he's gonna be a great hero" You had smiled back
"We're actually good parents" He smirked, still watching the teen walk away.
"Yeah for some reason" You chuckled. "But he mostly lives at the dorms, so we're always the best around him"
"Well, maybe we should try for real this time"
You confusedly looked at him. "What do you mean?"
He grabbed your sides and pulled you closer to him before he gently grabbed your chin with his fingers. "Having a kid" His face leaned closer to yours.
Your face went red but you never pushed him away so his lips met yours <3
And the passion of the kiss felt like fireworks were exploding in the distance.. <3
#it got romantic as hell at the end#mha#bnha#keigo takami#takami keigo#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo x reader#hawks#hawks x reader
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What did you think was ooc for Five?
Great question, and I have already covered it a bit in my post here, but I could probably yammer on all day about it, so I'll add some thoughts.
Season 1 -3 Five was focused, determined, manic, arrogant, sometimes mean, violent, out-spoken, and full of love for his family above all. Yes, he insulted them and had no time or patience for their shit, but considering everything he'd been through and what he was up against, there was a reason for it. Season 4 Five? Ok, yeah, I can buy that maybe he was depressed and didn't really know what to do with himself anymore. Myself and others have certainly written him that way a few times. But, damn, he spent like all of season 3 bitching about wanting to be retired and here he could be! He could have played the stock market a few times, bought a little place somewhere, picked up a nice lady at the local Bingo hall and lived his peaceful live he deserved. Instead, he works (inexplicably) for the government and just wanders around with his sad little trenchcoat and CIA-issued pistol and flashlight, taking orders from The Man and just...existing I guess. I could see if they made it so that he joined the CIA to get inside info on Reginald and he had spent the last 6 years quietly plotting to take him down and get his revenge or set the world straight again. But no...he apparently hadn't even tried to look into anything Reggie was doing? Like he was just "*shrug*, it's probably fine".
Five loves his family above all else. We know this. If not, he wouldn't have spent decades alone fighting to get back to them and save all their stupid asses. Now, all of sudden, he just doesn't seem to care? Yes, he's present and has obviously kept in touch. He goes to the birthday party, etc. But there is zero interaction with Klaus, or his nieces, or even Viktor. When at the end, he finally gets some fight back (although for completely absurd reasons) and snaps at Luther, the whole family gasps in shock like this is some new occurence that Five would be mean to them. And he'd said much worse to them before! So, that leads me to believe he just has spent the last 6 years being a completely different person and everyone forgot he's actually an asshole?
And back to the family thing...fighting his brother over his wife? Falling in love with Lila, the same person who: conspired behind his and Diego's back in Season 2, was raised by his villainous boss, was the daughter of two innocent people he killed, tried to kill him with her fists, a frying pan, her feet, a knife, electrocution; and who he tried to kill multiple times as well. Yes, they have had time to heal some wounds and they have a shared traumatic experience with The Handler but come on...he would never! He would never be attracted to her that way. He would never betray Diego that way. And he certainly wouldn't fight him over her, not when she and Diego are married and have kids together. I don't care how many years they were together alone...just no. Best friends? Sure. Lovers? Fuck no.
Physically, where was his prowess? Five is supposed to be the all-time badass assassin, trained in martial arts and weaponry. His body is young at 19-20 years old, and at the peak of his physical fitness. Even without his powers he should be able to kick some ass, or at least try to. And then when he does have his powers, he just doesn't know how to use them correctly anymore? And again, he looks slow and weak in a fight. His solution to taking down the big Bennifer blob thing was to fire an entire clip at long range at it, and then just go "huh...weird that didn't work". Why wasn't he looking around the mall for a weapon? An axe? Something else to fight against it! That's what he does...that's his THING! We were fucking robbed of a Five-centric badass fight scene, when there were so many opportunities for one. Hell, he could have taken down a room full of Keepers with a fucking ballpoint pen while singing along to Abba's Dancing Queen! Why didn't we get that?
Meeting with Reginald. Remember in Season two when Five met with Reggie at the Tiki bar? He sat and had a drink with him, but it was still tension-filled with a lot of emotion there. Then in Season 3, when he was basically like "you're a sadistic lunatic that is going to kill all of us" and got right in his old man's face and told him he was a giant dick? This time...he's just standing around Reggie's house shooting the shit and not even acting like he's mad. That is just not the same guy. I realize this was supposed to be Viktor's fight with Reggie, but they still could have shown Five to have a little emotion there.
So, there you have it. I could probably keep going, but this is way too long as it is. It's just heartbreaking, really. This character that we have all come to love for all of his complexities and faults and heroics was just diminished to a one-dimensional, uninteresting character with no regard for his family. Basically, just undoing three season's worth of plot and character development. And it's not Aidan's fault. He did the best he could with the shit he was given, and I feel sorry for him. For as much as we love this character, Five was his. He made him come to life and there's not many other actors his age that could have pulled that off. So, I'm sad this was his end. They really did him dirty.
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Delinquency
Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Mention of Gangs, Talk of Babies/Starting a Family, Open Ending, Word Count: 2.8k.
Summary: Once a villain, always a villain: Can Dabi really leave it all behind?
âI donât have to put up with thisâŠâ Dabi hauls air in through his nose, teeth clenched so tight it makes his jaw ache.
âYou?â Somehow your eyes get wider. Your lids peel back, exposing the bloodshot white and shining irisâ that almost pop from your head. âPlease, enlighten me to what youâre putting up with, Touya. Because it sure as shit wasnât me lying about still being involved with the fucking league.â
Dabi rolls his eyes.
Bites his lip.
Reminds himself that he loves you. âYou don't -.â
âDonât you fucking dare say I donât understand.â Thereâs a shake in your voice as you try and hold back tears, but you donât drop his gaze. You'd been ten minutes away from ringing around hospitals and praying that he'd been admitted to A&E rather than the morgue when he'd swaggered back in, knuckles sore and face bruised. âYou told me after all the shit with your dad, you'd be done with all of that.â
Dabi sighs. âI am.â
You snort.
Falling in love with Dabi had meant a lot of things: learning to live with the burnt hand prints on your fridge, adjusting to the looks and hushed judgements when you walked down the street hand in hand and the coming and going of the former members of the League. Youâd accepted all of that, fuck, youâd hosted dinners for his old gang, had the famous Shigaraki grace your God damn table, but the one thing you couldnât accept was his complicity. âYour fucking knuckles are bleeding.â
He shakes out his hand, wincing as the ligaments tug at swelled tissue. âIt was one fight - Tomura just needed some guy putting in his place, Iâm not going back - I pr-.â
âDonât make promises you have no intention of keeping.â
âDoll.â He steps forward, arms opening to hold you, but youâre backing away before he can close the gap.
Choking back a sob, you lick the dryness from your mouth as the panic of the last few hours bubbles under your skin. âYouâre almost thirty, Touya. We have a house, a fucking mortgageâŠ' You bite your tongue and screw your nose up. 'Oh, my God, I was thinking about asking you for a baby. What, I - I must be stupid. How could I raise a baby like this⊠When, when itâs fatherâs off burning people to a fucking crisp just because his old boss asked him toâŠâ
Air sticks in his throat. The word âbabyâ ricocheting around his head like gunfire. âShig -.â
âOh, Shigaraki can look after himself.â You snap.
âIâŠâ He wets his lips. Suddenly, his joints don't ache â the pain is in his chest instead. âAre you serious? About - about wanting a baby?â
âWell not any more.â
He steps back as if slapped.
You run a palm down your face. âWhat if you go to prison? Huh? I get stuck on my own with a brat and a house I canât pay for? Then, what? All because you couldnât tell Shigaraki that you donât want to be involved any more?â There's tears spilling over your cheeks that you don't even bother wiping away. âWhat the fuck happens if you die, Touya?â
Chest tightening, he can feel his stomach ache. The now ancient scars of staples etched into his skin clenching as memories of Hell fire and bad blood threaten to overload his system. Then, you're laughing and itâs ringing in his ears snapping his attention back to you.
Your panic is fading now, being beaten out and replace with something stronger. Anger broils in your stomach so hot that youâre mad with it, but youâre too far gone to care. âFucks sake, the girls were right - I should have dated Natsuo. You think his girlfriend has to put up with this shit? I bet you money he doesnât come home wearing someone elseâs blood like fucking aftershave.â
Dabi can't get his baring. His head is too full to think as the image of you cradling a child, his child, fills the void between his ears. âIt was one job.â
âUntil the next one.â
âI - fuck -.â
You shake your head, letting out a shaky laugh. âDonât. Itâs okay. I should have known what I was signing up for⊠Itâs my own fault for thinking I could build a life here.â
âNo - wait. Doll -â He reaches for you again, but you're already out of reach.
âNo.â You lift your arms into the air in surrender. âItâs okay. I get it. The League is always gonna win.â
âThe League doesnât exist any more.â
âCould have fooled me.â
You go to bed alone. The darkness is suffocating, the bed too large without Dabi's frame, but even that is better than the smell of blood and spit. At some point, the shower gurgles to life, forcing out the menacing ricochet of thoughts that cause you to wonder just how long your relationship has left. It leaves you empty, sucked dry of everything, but the heavy thundering of the man you love washing blood from his knuckles next door.
The water is too hot, scorching the delicate seams of his skin. Scar tissue and skin grafts have long since settled, leaving him now with a more cohesive patch-work than the back-ally surgeons and staple guns could ever manage. He runs a hand over the scar covering the back of his wrist. That life seems miles away now.
Or, it would if he didn't go running back whenever Shigaraki called.
Which he did.
There was always a job his quirk was perfect for, or a meeting he didn't trust anyone else to mediate, a delivery that would only be safe if it was in his hands. Whatever it was, Dabi always said yes. Maybe it was because being a villain was all he had ever known? Or, maybe, just maybe, deep down, he enjoyed it... Couldn't take the restlessness of a house in the suburbs, a girlfriend who loved him despite all his flaws and the possibility of more: a baby. The word repeats on him again.
He'd never seen himself as a father. Never had an interest. Didn't want the responsibility of raising a brat, or worrying at every single turn if he was becoming his father. It had never appealed to him. That was... Until you.
Now, the image of you swollen and fat, round with his child made his balls ache. You'd look stunning, with glowing skin and one hand permanently rested on your stomach. He wonders if your tits would swell too. If your nipples, already so delicate and sweet would become more sensitive as your body prepared to offer new life to the world. Would the taste of your cunt change, once he finally allowed you to feel full of him. Something he's used to denying you time and time again. The image of you dripping with him, your fingers messily spooning the thick spend back into yourself as you beg for him to breed you burns itself into the back of his eyelids.
His eyes snap open.
Swearing, he reaches down and grips the base of his cock and watches as it twitches, helplessly in his grasp.
Sleep has barely begun to tug at your eyelids when the shower abruptly shuts off. You wait with baited breath, air locked in your chest as his footfalls creep back into the bedroom. You expect him to leave, to sleep on the sofa like he has done in the past when you have argued, but after a moment, he's moving again, rounding your side of the bed and dropping to his knees, still dripping.
Dabi's throat bobs. 'I told him, I'm done.' He mumbles, offering up his phone that he slides to you, screen up, across the mattress.
You push yourself up onto an elbow and peer at the phone where a text chain glows. To his credit, there's a message there â one swearing off further involvement, but still, your heart aches. Biting the inside of your cheek, you bring your eyes up to meet his. 'I don't -.'
He doesn't let you finish. Instead, he reaches for your hand and squeezes. 'I know... I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but look at me and tell me: does it look like I'm serious?'
The muscle in your jaw flexes. You've always had a good read on him. It's the only reason you've both gotten as far as you have.
'Am I serious?'
You lick your teeth.
'I...' Swallowing, he rubs a thumb over your knuckles. 'I mean it, I... Fuck, I wanna give you a baby so bad.'
'Touya â I can't...'
'I mean it.' He cups your cheek with his other hand. 'Don't just believe me, let me prove it to you.'
Covering his hand with yours, you peer into his eyes: searching. You want to believe him. You do. More than anything. 'Touya...'
'Doll.' Dabi leans in, his nose pressing against your cheek as he breathes hot air over your cheeks. In the millimetre of space between your lips, he whispers. 'Let me... Please.'
You close the distance between you and sink into the taste of him. His hand wraps around the back of your neck immediately, keeping you cradled close to him as he lets himself soak into your touch.
Letting yourself fall, you allow his weight to push you back until you're laying flat on the bed, but he doesn't break the kiss once. There's a desperation in his tongue. A passion had always burnt bright between you, hot and fierce, and yet, right now, his whole being is calm. He cages you in, bracketing your head between two strong elbows as he continues to pour himself into you. His tongue breaches the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth with a fever.
'Touya... Touya, please.' Gasping against his mouth, your hands find his hair and tangle in the strands there. You pull, earning yourself a quiet moan that he feeds into your mouth with another scorching kiss. Already you can feel a molten stone begin to burn in your stomach, with each of his touches your doubts are unpicked, his kiss the salve to your worries as he scatters love against your neck.
'Tell me what you need, Doll. Tell me.' Towel slipping from his hips, Dabi finds himself bare. It's odd. To be the one laid so naked while you're still clad in your sleep clothes. It makes him feel stripped, vulnerable and yet, there isn't a single inch of him that is weary.
Letting your hands slip from his hair, you cradle Dabi's face and force him to look at you. 'You... I need you.'
A smile breaks his features then. It still feels strange, tugging unusually at the edges of his mouth as if pulled by invisible strings. Pressing his hips down, he presses his half-hard cock against your pelvis and licks his teeth when he feels the blood pulse under your skin. 'Yeah? You need me, or do you need him, Doll?'
Squirming, you buck your hips anxious to feel more of him. He's searing hot, yet far too cold through the layers of your sleepwear leaving you anxious. You reach down, dropping his face in order to pull at your shorts, trying and failing to slip them from your legs.
Dabi sits back on his haunches, his hands trailing down your body slowly, but firm.
His palms are rough, calloused against your shoulders as they slip lower and take hold of your chest. For a moment he lingers, appreciating with a squeeze. You're so soft and eager, pressing up into him as he kneads at you.
A broad swipe of his thumbs over your nipples has you arching. The desperation inside of you feels as though it might tear you apart as he takes one between his fingers and rolls it, forcing it to pebble quick in the warm air.
'Shh, I've got you, Doll.' Bowing his head, Dabi lays a broad-thick lick against your neglected nipple while slowly pulling at the other. He'd never much cared for pleasure before you. Never really cared about being good. He fucked out of boredom, out of a stubborn biological need that was burrowed somewhere deep inside of him and yet, now... Now he could do without the orgasm. He'd give you his mouth, his fingers, his cock without anything in return if only it meant he was able to bask in your pleasure, to watch, to give.
It makes him want to laugh sometimes, just how much you've changed him.
How much good you bring to him.
If only he could give you something back...
If he could give you the best of him.
'Fuck, fuck... Touy â Touya.' Scrambling, you draw your nails down his back leaving brilliant red in their wake. He likes it. You know he does. Wearing the marks of how he makes you feel, so you don't bother to lighten your touch as you do it again.
Touya drops his head as a moan rolls up his throat and into your ear. The muscle in his back tenses under your abuse, a stark reminder of just how delicate the line between pain and pleasure so often is. 'Oh, baby...' He purrs.
Letting your knees drop to the side, you allow Dabi to nestle between your thighs - closer to where you so desperately need him.
He can feel it, the heat, almost burning to the touch as he reaches down to swipe two fingers through your folds. Usually, he's the one who runs hot, but right now, you're giving him more than a run for his money. His hand comes away wet and sticky. Strings of your arousal drip down his digits, reaching his knuckles before he raises his hand to his mouth and licks you from his skin.
'Touya...' Your heart is racing, hammering against your ribs as you watch him clean himself of you. 'Touya, don't tease.'
'Oh.' He feigns sympathy, before a cruel smirk twists at his features. 'Did you want a taste too, baby?'
There's no waiting for you respond, no answer or rebuttal. There's just a moan locked deep in your throat and then, his fingers pressing down on your tongue. The taste of you bursts in your mouth, mixed with the dull tang of Dabi's spit.
Dabi hums, but the noise gains gravel as soon as you begin to suck at him. He hisses through his teeth, his thumb digging into your chin as he slowly inches his fingers back of your mouth. He growls, hooking a finger to stroke at the plush of your lips. 'For that, missy, I ain't prepping you.'
'As if that's a punishment.' You grin and lift your hips.
There's a hunger in his eyes now. One that is laced with the millions of things he's scared to admit as his expression flickers to match yours. He cocks an eyebrow and reaches for the towel around his waist. Yanking at it, he tosses it off the end of the bed and sits back on his haunches.
You love this bit. The bit were he makes you watch. Your cunt drools onto the mattress, providing the perfect lube for him to begin stroking himself. He dips into you, collecting as much of your slick as he can before wrapping his soaked fingers around his cock.
The slide is perfect. The wetness from you mixes with his own pre-cum, making each pass with his fist divine. It sends shocks of flame up his spine. Licking at his vertebrae, the pleasure builds, bubbling in-between sinew and cartilage, forcing him to bend. He leans into it, letting his body roll to find more of the pleasure he craves. 'Fuck...' He sighs, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. Pressing his cock to your entrance, he tilts forward and then...
His phone rings.
-> Masterlist
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If It Ainât Broke! [itâs extremely broken] Donât Fix It! [itâs in desperate need of repairs]
âHotguy, I have something Iâd like to tell you.â Grian fluttered down to the scene, distracting Scar right as the villain across from him started to wind back.
Scar grunted as Puppeteerâs large forearm collided with his face, the hit in itself enough to make him see stars, but the following kick to the chest really did him in, falling back and hitting the pavement hard, knocking the place where his prosthetics started to meet skin. Pain like electricity shot up his spine, which, augh, ow, that was unlucky- oh fuck, he definitely landed wrong didnât he, something was not right here. Hm. Well it was a good thing CuteGuy was here!
âYeah,â he wheezed, though the word came out a little more like a whine, âSure, uh, mind helping me out a little first though?â
âNo,â Grian said all too simply, and out of the corner of Scarâs eye he saw the other hero cross his arms, looking thoughtful, âIâd rather do it like this. Itâs easier, emotionally, if youâre preoccupied. Youâve got it.â
âWhat a coincidence,â Puppeteer sneered, bright green eyes lit like the fire in Scarâs back, âI also have quite a few things to say.â The snakes that made up her hair hissed as Puppeteer veered over him, Scar throwing up his hands in a weak defense. His back felt a little bit like it was caving in on itself and that electric pain wasnât getting any better! Oh god. Was he even going to be able to stand? Fuck, what happened? Scar struggled to sit up with a strangled gasp, but Puppeteer kicked him right back down. âDo you have anything to say for yourself?â
Scar threw up his arms, frustration overwhelming his sense, âItâs not like snakes have any feelings for me to hurt, theyâre called cold blooded for a reason!â
âThat is not what cold blooded means you fucking imbecile!â Puppeteer seethed, âReptiles are treated poorly enough as it is, we donât need extremely influential superheroes going on TV and telling the world why it's okay to keep hitting them with their cars!â
âWow, you said that?â Grian asked, judgment oozing off his voice, and Scar wanted to scream.
âI did not say that! I did not say ANYTHING CLOSE TO THAT. God forbid anyone be afraid of anything! Dare I say it, I think you may be overreact-â Scar didnât get to finish, Puppeteerâs hefty kick sending him tumbling in a movement that pulled a real shriek from his lips. His ears rang as his entire head seemed to buzz, his back and body equally numb as it was screaming in stark agony. What was happening??? Somewhere in Scarâs conscious mind, he heard Puppeteer, then Grian, sounding disappointed.
â..never screams for me like that. Damn. Whatâs your leg routine?â
Good god. He was doomed. He was going to die.
Scar didnât have the mind to think of the words he needed to yell for help, but even then, he was pretty sure he couldnât form them anyway, the only noises leaving his throat being muffled whines and groans, none of which Grian seemed to think was odd given that he made zero move to do anything about it. Grian was instead talking to Puppeteer like nothing was wrong- couldnât either of them see his entire back had caved in? Unless it was internal. It was probably internal. But it FELT like it looked like his back had caved in. Help. Help. He tried to say words, but only tasted concrete. And blood. Decidedly both bad things.
âGeez, youâre really down in the dumps over the snake thing, huh. Whatever, as long as youâre listening,â Scar heard the shift of Grianâs voice, enough to know he was being talked to, but he failed to process any of the words, âSo Iâve been thinking about it, and Iâve decided I would like to be friends. Yup! There we go. Friends. I think Iâm ready to give it a shot at least, I mean, youâre going to be with Cub a bunch and Cubâs going to be with me and I was just thinking about some things he was saying to me.. I donât know. Maybe I want to do this for him. Maybe Iâm tired of feeling shitty about you. I donât know exactly whatâs going on in my brain, but Iâve made my decision, and Iâm telling you so I canât just back out or change my mind.â
Scar heard Grianâs footsteps, pacing, and gave up all hope of being rescued. He sobbed into the concrete, but Grian clearly didnât hear him, rambling on, âPlus, I kinda like this gig! I like the theatrics, the costumes, and meeting all these weird new people, no offense Puppeteer, youâre killing it.â
âI know.â
âBut I think I would like doing all these things with you, because even if youâre kind of a loser, Iâve come to the conclusion that superheroes are kinda like worse furries, which is to say, losers having a good time, they just also happen to work for the government and go on weird bad power trips and I- I mean, Iâm not immune, obviously. But I want to engage with more of that good loser stuff, and I think youâre a prime candidate. Youâre goofy. Itâs your best quality.â
Scar wondered if he would ever receive the blessing of passing out, or if he was damned to lay here waiting to die forever. Had Grian decided to gouge his eyes out before speaking to him?
âAnd maybe, eventually, if you still like me or whatever, I may allow you to try and woo me just as you did to Cub. Take me out, charm me, whatever. Give it your best go.â
âAh, so the media gossip surrounding you two is true?â Puppeteer spoke, reminding Scar that they were also still here and either not noticing or not caring about Scarâs condition.
âItâs not. Weâre definitely not anything, just playing it up in the field. The attention is kind of fun I think, and obviously HotGuy thinks so too even if heâs too pouty to say it. Honestly, Iâm kind of shocked. Thought heâd be jumping for joy by now.â
âLooks like heâs going through it over there, I dunno. Breathing pretty hard it looks like.â
âOh, shit,â Grian paused, and Scar prayed he wasnât about to leave, âHey, you good?â
Silence. Well, besides Scarâs own labored breathing and moaning, but apparently none of these noises registered as out of the ordinary to Scarâs new least favorite people in the world. Grian, Puppeteer, and Death in that order. Scar barely registered the footsteps as they closed in on him, Grian saying something before touching, turning him over- ah, so the pain could get worse!
Talons dug into his side, and when Grian tried to lift him, finally, finally, his body graced him with sweet unconsciousness.
***
Scar chuckled to himself as he heard Grianâs anxious rambling from all the way down the hall, talking far too loudly for someone who presumably didnât want to be heard.
âWhat do I do? I donât know what to do. I just- two weeks, itâs been two weeks and he isnât even out of the hospital yet! Does this happen a lot? How was I supposed to know this could happen? Hotguy doesnât just go down for the count like this, he gets his ass beat, gets stitched back together and is fine the next day! Do you know how much worse I, personally, have done to him? He just got knocked on his ass! I thought he was fine! Two weeks!â
Scar heard the low rumble of Cubâs voice, probably telling Grian to quiet down since Scar didnât hear him anymore other than the raised squeak of urgent whispers. However, the noise stopped abruptly as the pair of footsteps neared Scarâs room. The door was open, but Cub knocked anyway.
âHey Scar, can we come in?â
âSure, sure!â he bellowed, hoping the cheerful tone would curb Grianâs anxiety, mostly for his own sake. Spending the only hospital visit he could worm out of his bosses telling Grian âIt Was Fineâ sounded like the least appealing way he could utilize this time. âPlease! Come in, come in!â
Cub did so, looking as he as always did with that slight frown and relaxed shoulders. Which is to say, absolutely delighted to see him! Grian, just about as horrible at masking his feelings as it gets, waddled in behind him, lips pursed and wings puffed up to twice their size.
âIâm sorry-â
âUp bup bup!â Scar cut Grian off before he could say another word, âShush, none of that. Youâre fine, Iâm fine, you coulda left me there for another week and I would have been fine, though, probably a little more upset with you! But ultimately, fine.â
âBut I- we couldnât even reach you. I couldnât-â
Scar rolled his eyes, âTheyâre a little tight when it comes to security, I donât get the luxury of internet access.â
âThatâs kind of fucked.â Cub said, and Scar shrugged.
âNecessary, Iâve been told. There was a public statement on my socials, did you see it?â
âThe announcement that you were taking some time off to travel and youâd be back with one of those awful merch calendars sometime next month? Thatâs not exactly an update- actually thatâs a little more concerning than the truth!â Somehow, Grianâs wings managed to grow in size, and Scar couldnât help but laugh.
âIf I was dead they wouldnât tell the world I went on vacation! And hey! The calendars are best sellers!â
But Grian was not to be distracted. âAnd if you were in critical condition?â
âI wasnât in critical condition.â
âAre you sure?â
Scar huffed, patience running thin. âCool it, Grian, it was just an accident. Something just got bumped the wrong way, thatâs all. Things get a little fucky if something goes wrong in my back, itâs just painful, nothing that canât be fixed. Now, if we donât start playing a board game or a few games of cards in the next minute Iâm going to really throw a fit, so please, Iâve got two hours before they want to prep me for my next surgery.â
That seemed to get Grianâs attention, wings twitching as he glanced toward a shelf full of the games Scar had collected over the years, as well as other knick knacks that had piled up in his glorified apartment of a hospital room. Mercifully, Grian hopped over to check it out without another word, hopefully realizing that arguing about Scarâs condition was not how he wanted to spend his time.
âWhat do you want to play?â Grian asked instead, and Scar hummed.
âAnything. I know them all. I could teach you something, but personally Iâd rather just get right into it with something we all know.â
âI havenât even heard of half of these,â Grian said, poking through the shelf with a curiosity that made Scar smile, gingerly lifting a couple of the games to look at the boxes and spinning them around.
âMe neither,â Cub mumbled, looking more thoughtful than concerned with being heard. But he didnât move to look beside Grian, instead drifting next to Scarâs bed. Scarâs heart nearly exploded when Cubâs hand drifted over his in a silent question, and Scar took it eagerly. âYou okay?â
Scar closed his eyes, âHappy to have visitors.â
âItâs been a while, hasnât it,â Cub hummed, and Scar nodded. âYou know when youâre going to be out? Maybe youâll get your phone back sooner than that?â
Scar shook his head. âDonât know, but I doubt Iâll be texting anyone until Iâm fixed. Hopefully not any longer than a couple weeks; the tech is a little old and it can be finicky, so they really have to be careful when they work on it.â
âWhy donât they hire The Goat to work on it? He built it, didnât he?â Grian turned away from the board games, and Scar felt the energy drain from his soul at the hint of snideness edging his tone. He just didnât want to deal with it. Didn't want to talk about this.
âI donât know what he told you, Grian, but thatâs not true. Not really.â
âIs it not?â Grian narrowed his eyes, and Scar felt his own grip on Cubâs hand tighten. Cub looked wary, but didnât speak. Too curious to say anything maybe, though that was Scarâs own cynicism speaking. Maybe it was twisting Grianâs tone as well, but Scar didnât care all that much.
âWell I did ask, and apparently my parents did enlist his help briefly at the beginning of the process, but it was brief. The Goat did some work on my prosthetics, but the blueprints werenât very good, hardly enough to build a solid foundation. Most everything he did got scrapped. So sure, you could say he worked on it, if being a pain in the ass and producing a faulty outline is âworking on it.ââ
âThatâs not what I heard.â
âGrian,â Cub cut in, firm. âDrop it.â
Grian looked conflicted for a moment, stuck between his passion and the surprise of being interrupted so suddenly. Cub took advantage of the silence by tugging his hand away from Scarâs, making a beeline to the board games and plucking one off the shelf more decisively than Scar ever had in his life.
âLetâs play this. Then maybe if we have time, you can teach us another,â Cub looked back to Scar, voice even and mediating. Calm. The forceful kind that grabbed you by the throat, sat you down, and lowered your hackles.
âOoh, I like that one,â Grian said, and a guilty glance back to Scar was really all the apology he needed. Grian got caught up. It happens. Happened to Scar more times than he could count, and it would happen again just as much. Scar didnât want any big, sweeping gestures. He just wanted a break. To be normal, if only for a few hours. So he took a deep breath, exhaled, and let the smile return to his face.
âThat sounds like fun.â
#hermitcraft#hermitfic#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#grian#zombiecleo#cubfan135#hermitshipping#cubscarian hotguy au#cubscarian#convexian#convex#cubscar#desert duo#hermitcraft fic#hotguy#cuteguy#cubfan
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Holding Out for a Hero Villain
Pairing: Shigadabi
Rating: T
Contents: Non-graphic mentions of mass murder including of children, suggestive dialogue
Getting caught with a sleeping quirk was not what he was expecting, but Dabi wakes with his hands completely encased in quirk-neutralizing cuffs and locked in an interrogation room and that is pretty much what he expected if he ever got brought in, so thatâs something he supposes. He leans back in the chair. He doesn't feel any extra bumps or bruises that might indicate they took a blood sample, but they definitely could have taken hair or swabbed his cheek. He doesn't feel like he's been asleep for longer than seven hours, but the quirk could have a different feel than normal sleep. He assumes that means that they are likely in the process of verifying his identity. Which means--
It's absolutely not a surprise when Endeavor, Hawks, and some cop come into the room as he leans back in his chair and waits. And yeah, Enji's eyes are going over his face desperately, like he's looking for any trace of Toya that might be left and all Dabi can do is give him a vicious grin before he turns his attention to Hawks.Â
"Blowing your load a little early, aren't you, birdy? Guess being the fastest hero isn't always a good thing, is it?"Â
His wings don't even twitch, but Dabi has been around him for long enough to know that when the spy is holding himself that rigidly, it's because he is trying to keep his mask on. "Dabi, or should we say 'Toya'? Good to see you again, man."Â
He shrugs, not paying any attention to Endeavor. This isn't how his reveal was supposed to go and he is not going to start in on him when he can't back the words up with his flames at the moment. "Call me what you want, doesn't matter. You're going to let me out soon enough anyway."Â
The cop takes lead next, moving to sit across from him at the table. "You seem confident in that, but you are an A-ranked villain, Mr. Todoroki. Surely you know that we have a vested interest in keeping you here before your relocation to Tartarus."Â
"Oh sure," he agrees. "And you are?"Â
"My apologies, Detective Tsukauchi."Â
"The living lie-detector! Huh, nice to meet you." Hawks can't quite keep his wings from giving an aborted little twitch at that. Dabi doesn't react to it. Hawks had definitely not given him information about Tsukauchi, but their PLF members in the police force certainly had. He's never been more pleased that he decided to take the ribbing from the rest of the League after Deika by showing up 'empty-handed' after going off to recruit again in favor of keeping the double agent as out of the loop as possible. Endeavor tenses too, and he is thrilled to have already put them on their back foot just by knowing more than they expected him to. He reclines as much as he can in his chair. The fact his ankles are chained down is the only reason his feet aren't on the table.Â
"I didn't realize my reputation would proceed me." The detective gives him a placid smile. "Can you elaborate on why we would let you out given your... extensive list of crimes?"Â
"Because if you don't then you're going to watch Japan fall apart around you." He waits to see if the detective spots a lie, however he manages to do so with his quirk.Â
"Hmm, well until then, we have some other questions that we'd like to ask you."Â
Dabi settles in. Mostly ignoring them as he starts to count the very faint ticks he can hear from the detective's watch. He's not giving them anything else. Now he just has to wait.Â
///
The trio left after about an hour of him stonewalling them and Dabi did his best to just doze again in the chair. He's gonna have so much to catch up on once he's out, that he's damn certain that getting the extra sleep will be more helpful than not.Â
It feels like maybe another two hours have passed before Endeavor and Tsukauchi come back into the room, his father definitely a little paler than he usually is beneath his flames, the fire of his mask flickering the way it does when he's agitated enough to be having some difficulty controlling it.Â
"Already? I thought you'd hold out at least a day." He had been settling in for a week at minimum with torture, but he'll take whatever he can get.Â
"Sekoto Peak is gone."Â
Which. Oh. Okay. Dabi blinks. That's not what he expected his father to say, but still, "That's wild. So are you taking the cuffs off now or after you let me back onto the street?"Â
"We're not letting you go," Enji growls.Â
"Okay. I'm going back to sleep then."Â
"You don't seem very surprised about this. Were you aware that this attack was coming?"Â
"That wasn't an attack, that was a warning shot." He yawns.Â
"A 'warning shot'?"Â
He hums, "He's giving you a chance to stop being stupid and let me go before he escalates."Â
"Shigaraki? He didn't come for any of the other members of the League that we've captured, why would you be any different?"Â
"I'm his favorite." It is funny to see his father glance at the detective to see if he's telling the truth. "You let me go, or what happens next is on you." He shoots a vicious smile at Enji, "Not that you've ever cared about the consequences of your inaction before."Â
They try to wheedle out anything else they can from him, but he doesn't give an inch until they leave.Â
///
It's only an hour before Hawks and the detective return, Hawks' feathers shining because they've gone sharp with his fury.Â
Dabi waits for them to speak with a lazy grin.Â
"Endeavor isn't here because his home, the hospital that your mother was located at, and the school your sister works at were destroyed."Â
"Oh, that was a big hospital wasn't it? And Fuyumi's a grade-school teacher isn't she? Man, that must have sucked for her. I wonder if she tried to hold any of her students together before they crumbled into dust."Â
"This isn't funny, Dabi!" The bird loses his temper. Always been able to get him furious by just barely laying on his buttons. "Two hundred children and five hundred people are dead."
"Yeah they are, and that's entirely on you, birdy. You could have kept playing ball and I still wouldn't have given you anything, but you wouldn't have the blood of seven hundred civilians on your hands." He considers. "Did Rei and Fuyumi survive?"Â
"They didn't." It's a lie, and not even a good one. The bird's wording of the casualties gave too much away. His father would only not be here because he suddenly had no choice but to very publicly take care of his family in the wake of a tragedy. Â
"Well isn't that interesting." Because if they did survive, if Duster decided to start with those places, then that means the treatments have progressed well ahead of schedule. "Are you letting me out now? Or do you want to see how much more damage he can do?"Â
"We're preparing your transfer to Tartarus." The detective tells him. "We'll complete your interrogation there and move forward with pursuing a trial."Â
"Okay, then everything else is on your hands too."Â
///
He's not expecting the next person who opens the door to the interrogation room. Dabi had thought that it would be the police, heroes, whoever they found to escort him to the transport or whatever. He was not expecting a red-eyed Natsuo to step in the room, face an aching mixture of fury and sorrow. Dabi forces the tightness in his own throat away before he leans back in his chair again and drawls,Â
"Hey little brother."Â
"Toya this has to stop." His voice trembles, cracks, tears slipping over his cheeks. "My school-- everything around it-- Toya, it's gone. He destroyed it. He killed everyone else."Â
"Yeah, I told them that would happen. It's going to keep happening until I'm back home--" Neither he nor Natsuo are prepared for the detective and two even more harried looking cops to burst in at that moment.Â
"Jaku, Otheon, and Esuha City have all been hit simultaneously. Eight city blocks have been wiped out." Huh, must have gotten Twice's help with that one.Â
"From each? Wow, he's losing his patience, haven't seen him mad in ages." The cops usher Natsuo out before he can get a word in and the detective stays behind, dragging a hand over his face. "Look, I told you: This is not going to stop until I'm free and call him off. You can keep holding out, you can try to trick him, kill me, whatever, but it won't stop until he has me back home. And if you keep waiting like this, he's not even going to have to tear this place down, because I'm sure the average citizens, the people who you're letting die, are going to get fed up sooner rather than later too."Â
There's an achingly long beat, but then the detective tells the others, "Prep him for transport."Â
They manage to get him up and locked in with four armed guards who take him downstairs to the vehicle bay, and loaded into the the back of the truck before the next call comes in, Tsukauchi not moving nearly far enough away to hide the crackling of his walkie-talkie that says that,Â
"The HPSC building has been destroyed. A new drop-off point is being selected." He leans back against the wall of the armored van and waits as they lock his limbs back into place.Â
Not even a full day and they break. Pathetic.
///
They drive him out into the middle of Deika. He knows it as soon as they open up the back of the van, and he gets the barest glimpse of the surroundings before they put a bag over his head and then they stand and wait. And wait. And wait.Â
Eventually Dabi risks getting shot and just plops down on the broken ground. He can feel the warmth of the sun on his skin for a little while, but it fades, and the light behind the cloth blinding him also goes. Whatever.Â
"He didn't show." Hawks. Which, okay, didn't know he was here. "Maybe you're not as important to him as you think you are."Â
"Maybe."Â
"Let's bring him to Tartarus."Â
Hands on his chains again, pulling him off of the ground and loading him back into the van. Dabi lets them lock him in. It takes ten minutes before their little caravan is trundling along again. They drive for an hour, until the wheels are going over smoothly paved roads again, before he starts to hear it.Â
From somewhere in the distance, there is crashing, crunching, screaming. The cops around him start to shout, trying to figure out what's happening and Dabi just does his best to brace for impact. He doesn't know if this is Shigaraki himself, Gigantomachia, Geten, or any of their other heavy hitters, but something is coming to hit this caravan. His ears pop as wind rushes in as the doors of the vehicle are yanked out of place with a wrenching metallic tear. He's chained down, but god, that motion makes his stomach twist. He hears the cops yelling, but the sound grows more distant as they're pulled out of the car, Hawks shouting,Â
"Everyone off the ground!"Â
Oh good. That means it is his lover after all. The truck swerves, hits a bump, and Dabi goes weightless for a second before something very solid is grabbing onto him. He hears the chains snap, and then the distinct sound of something decaying, before he's feeling his body covered in a deluge of dust. It takes him a second to realize that he's in someone's arms, against their chest for a handful of weightless seconds before they land back on the ground, skidding to a stop.Â
"Are you hurt, firefly?"Â
Wait. "What the fuck, are you ripped now?"Â
"Dabi."Â
"I'm fine, put me down and get this shit off of me. I have a bird to turn into fried chicken."Â
Duster does put him down and then Dabi feels his hand, his whole hand, against his cheek through the bag. The fabric turns to dust and he blinks it away as it falls over his head and shoulders. Decay crawls over his skin harmlessly until it reaches the cuffs at his wrists, the ones still tight around his ankles, and those fall away as well. And Tomura really is right here. White hair much longer than before it was when he went into the tank, body corded with fresh muscle, and control over his quirk that Dabi didn't even know would be possible.Â
No one can really blame him for that all being so hot that he immediately tangles his hands in that thick, soft hair and pulls him into a kiss. Least of all Tomura, because his lover's hands wrap tightly around his hips and pull him in close, kissing him back just as fiercely. Kisses him like they haven't gotten to in two and a half months and after an entire day of worry. Definitely ruins the moment when a gun goes off.Â
Dabi is expecting pain, or expecting Tomura to be in pain, but he doesn't even flinch as the bullet connects with his shoulder. As he pulls away and glares up somewhere behind him as the bullet is pushed back out of his skin and the wound heals over. He lifts a hand and there's a loud sucking sound as all of the air seems to be pulled out of the vicinity, the pressure changing so fast it makes his ears pop, and then Duster lifts his hand and sends out a blast of air so intense that the closest two cops who were floating, held aloft by Hawks' feathers, turn into ragdolls as their bones are snapped from the force of it, the boom loud enough Dabi's pretty sure his ears will be ringing for a few days, as Hawks retreats back even further from them with the rest of the convoy. It's practically a small army that he'd tried to save before Duster got to them, but he has plenty of feathers for it. Or at least that would be the case if this was like Fukuoka and there was somewhere for him to land as he used the feathers for rescue only, but as it is now, he's visibly struggling to hold himself up on the tiny wings he has left as the others keep the rest of the police and a handful of other heroes aloft, none of them wanting to risk touching the ground after seeing what Shigaraki can do.Â
A few heroes, including his father, but no, "They didn't send Eraser Head?"Â
"A double took a parade to Musutafu." Tomura explains, settling one arm back around his waist. "I'm not sure how much longer that distraction will hold, if you want to finish these ones off, firefly?"Â
"Tempting," But he doesn't know if the one who knocked him out is here. He didn't get a good look at them before they hit him, and he would hate for both of them to end up back in chains after how much effort his lover put into coming and getting him. "But I'm more interested in going home and seeing what else your treatments changed." He presses in even closer, like he'll be able to feel it through the plates of armor beneath his new suit. "Did anything else get even bigger?"Â
"You're incorrigible."Â
"You're shockingly romantic. All of my family members?"Â
"I figured you would be upset that your reveal was ruined."Â
"I love you."Â
Tomura's eyes soften and he presses another soft peck to his lips. "I love you too, baby. Come on, let's go home."Â
The tar claws its way up their throats, and in a matter of seconds, they're gone.Â
#shigadabi#my writing#mha fanfiction#fanfiction#I did a little drabble before work#now i am posting it very quickly before my next essay comes in
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hi! If you don't mind, may i request headcanons/scenarios (whatever you think is the best!) platonic Aizawa and Present mic where reader (whoâs in class 1-A) after like a villain fight they pay the reader on the head and say âGood job, Iâm so proud of youâ And the reader is just standing there and they go to check on them and sees that tears just falling down there face because thatâs the first time they heard that. (Honestly I cried after some told Good job, Iâm so proud of you since my life is completely shit Tysm~)
NUH UH <3 no negativity. I am proud of you >:(. I did a beginning scenario with some headcannons. Sorry that it's so short, I wanted to get it out as soon as possible because I loved this idea No warnings, pure fluff. A lot of comfort, and I swear, I am weak to people who need comfort, like I'll write all the comfort fics in the whole damn world >:).
Reader couldn't believe it, they won a villain fight, not without getting injured, but they won, they got the villain arrested.
The ambulance workers were scolding Reader, saying they could have died, they were stabbed quite a few times. And asking if they feel uncomfortable anywhere or if somethings wrong.
"Reader!" Present Mic's loud voice rang through their ears. Suddenly Erasermic was in the ambulance with them to the hospital while sending the workers away, saying that they will take care of them. Reader expected to be scolded by their teachers. "You did well." Eraserhead suddenly said. "And we are proud of you." Present Mic added.
"huh?" Reader asked, while their voice breaked, tears filling in their eyes. "Are you in pain?" Eraser asked, his voice filled with concern and empathy. "You- you are proud of me, Eraserhead, Present mic?"
Reader started to sob loudly. Causing Present mic to instantly comfort them. "Of course, we are proud of you, you captured a strong villain, a villain even All might had trouble catching. And just call us by our names." Hizashi rambled to Reader, trying to comfort them to the best of his ability and get them more comfortable with them.
"Can you tell us why your crying, kit?" Eraserhead whispered in a soothing tone, petting their hair, trying to calm them down. "No one ever told me they were proud of me." Reader sobbed loudly. Their parents never said 'I am proud of you', no they expect perfection. So why should they be praised for doing the bare 'minimum'?
But being praised by parental figures? It gave them so much joy and euphoria that they couldn't help but cry.
Headcannons under the banner
ever since reader's breakdown about being praised they can't help but praise them a lot. Reader never made mistakes, so why shouldn't they be praised?
Erasermic will now remind Reader that it's alright to make mistakes.
Besides that, they presure Reader's parents into putting them up for adoption and use their power to get what they want.
When that doesn't work, they frame them for some petty shady crimes and make sure that they get the maximum punishment.
Of course they comfort reader
#treefairyđ§ââïžđ#yandere male#male yandere#boku no hero x reader#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere erasermic#soft yandere#platonic yandere#yandere x darling#fluff#yandere my hero academia#yandere father#yandere#yandere dad#praise#yandere eraserhead#yandere aizawa shouta#yandere aizawa#yandere present mic#yandere hizashi yamada#yandere hizashi#yandere shouta aizawa
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I really liked what you did kirishima , would it be ok to request Yandere kirishima who slowly falls for the reader ? Kinda like a spotted mind , a slow burn Yandere (seriously love what you did with Shinso their ) hope this ok if not no worries đ
Hero Insurance
WARNINGS: yandere, possessiveness, blackmail, misogyny, nsfw, smut, slight daddy kink, slight size kink, non-consensual implications
A/N: sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy!
read at your own discretion.
yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO X READER
âWe have got to stop meeting like this.â
âWhen you stop smashing your way through half the cityâs architecture, we will.â She didnât look up from her clipboard to see the sheepish look washing over the heroâs face, cheeks nearly red as his hair, from previous exertion or embarrassment, she didnât knowâdidnât care.
She sighed, but turned to oversee the construction workers picking their way through the rubbleâJesus Christ, this was going to cost a fortune.
She sent a mental apology to the poor insurance accountants who she was sure were as sick of these heroes as she wasânevermind the half-rate villain being led away in chains somewhere in the background, yelling obscenities and threats and contributing significantly to her growing headache. Annoying.
He trailed after her, âHey, uh,â She spared him a cursory glance, and he swallowed, âLet meâŠI can totally help pay for this; itâs uhâŠthe manly thing to do.â She rolled her eyes, turning back to watch a crowd gather at the borders of the police tape secured around what was left of the building and its surrounding area.Â
âThatâs hardly necessary, sirââ
âWeâve been over this, call meââ
âBesides, if you were to personally pay for all the property damage you have committed, say, throughout your career,â She scribbled something down on the clipboard, before shoving it in his face, âYou would owe the city approximatelyâŠthis much.â
She swore his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and was internally amused as he leaned down and followed zero after zero after zero on the paper with his finger. He stood suddenly, clearing his throat, and avoided her gaze.
âWell, IâŠâ He sighed, searching for the words, âIâm sure I couldââ
âOi! Shitty hair,â His savior came in the form of a familiar gravelly voice, âGet your ass over here! Iâm sick aâ these damn reporters.â
Letting out a sigh of relief, he gave her a brief nod before hurrying off to the hoards of adoring fans. She rolled her eyes, turning back to inspect the damage. WellâŠanother day, another massive disaster to fix.
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âI swear if I have to see that chick one more time,â He huffed, downing his drink, ââM not sure my manhood could take it.â
âYou talkinâ about the Ice Queen again?â He glanced towards the peppy blonde man shoving his way through the doors, and into the bar.Â
âThat insurance lady?â The black haired man at his side questioned, âAinât it the third time this month sheâs been up your shit?â He laughed, âShe must be hurtinâ for it, huh?â
He huffed, averting his gaze, âHardly,â A shiver passed down his spine in remembrance, âEverytime I see her I feel like Iâm getting scolded by my grade school teacher or something.âÂ
âReal sexy grade school teacher, though, huh?â The lightning blonde jeered.
He rolled his eyes, âItâs not like Iâm the only hero whoâs knocked down a building or two, right?â He turned to the other blonde who scoffed.
âDonât look at me,â He downed a shot, âI avoid the bitch like the plague; I donât need another asshole slappinâ me on the wrists fer doinâ my jobâpress does that for her.â
âI justâŠâ He huffed, âI donât like that she doesnât like me,â He turned to his friends, âIâmâŠIâm a likable guy, arenât I?â
He was met with laughs, making his cheeks burn as he groaned. He waited as they settled before downing another drink. The raven-haired man ruffled his hair in mock comfort.
âGuess youâll find out just how likable at this yearâs Hero Billboards, yeah?â
.âĄ.
The universe really did like playing some cruel jokes on him lately, huh? He stared up at the soulless glass building that towered over himâa few signatures missing from the insurance forms. Ha. Of course. Hero work ainât always takinâ down bad guys and savinâ princesses in their towers, kids.
He huffed, and forced himself inside, hands clenching and unclenching as he stood in the elevator, watching the floors climb. In and out.
God, why was he so nervous? A flash of those dull, condescending eyes; he was surprised she hadnât turned him to stone the second sheâd met his gaze. Werenât women supposed to be meek and soft?
The lady at the reception desk had certainly seemed so; the way she batted her eyelashes, voice coated in sugarâyeah, that made sense to himâwhen they looked at him all starry-eyes and empty heads.
He tried to imagine the Ice Queen like thatâshe did have pretty eyesâwhat would happen if she looked at him with something other than irritationânope, too creepy, get that out of my head.
He passed by the main room: dozens of nameless heads and shoulders, hunched over their desks, typing away at computers from within their gray cubicles. Depressing. Turning down a hallway he was met with a row of doorsâwhere was her office, again?
The sound of laughter cut through his thoughts. Childrenâs laughter? As if on cue, a rush of tiny, unsteady footsteps padded across the floor and straight into himâwell, his legs. A soft thud and âoofâ brought his gaze down.
âIâm sorry! So sorry, Mister Hero!â A small boy was rubbing his head from his fallen place back on the floor. He stood, brushing himself off, before placing his small hands against the manâs legs, mimicking a sort of soothing motion.
âSo sorry. This feel better? All better now?âÂ
He went to respond, but a familiar click of heels interrupted, and the Ice Queen was standing in front of him, leaning down to face the child as a sigh escaped from her lips.
Before she could speak he opened his mouth; he really didnât want to watch her scold the little boy for beingâŠwell, a little boy, âIt was an accident,â He ruffled the childâs hair, and the latter giggled, âReally, no harm done.â
She glanced up at him from her position crouched on the floor, brows furrowing as her head tilted in confusion, before turning back to the child, âYou didnât hurt yourself, did you?âÂ
Oh? This was strange. The look on her face wasnât stern, and her voice was quieter, softer. Kind ofâŠsweet? He must be hearing things.
âNope!â The boy popped his âpâ, giving a big, toothy smile, âBut Mister Hero got a boo boo; you gotta kiss it better!â
His face burned. It was hard to imagine anyone, forget that it was a child, talking so warmly with the woman in front of him.
âMister Heroâs a tough guy,â She told the boy, âBesides, I can only kiss your boo boos better.â
âReally?â
âMhmm,â She stood, taking his small hand in her own, âReally. But if you keep running off like that, Iâll run out of kisses. So be more careful. We have to save them for when you really need âem, okay?â
âOkay!âÂ
She turned to face him, clearing her throat as she averted her gaze. No. She couldnât be. Was the Ice Queen, of all people, flustered?Â
âSorry for the inconvenience.â She muttered, bowing slightly before motioning with her head towards an office door in the far corner, âI have all the documents in my office; shouldnât take long.â
He blinked, opening his mouth to respond, but she turned on her heel, shoes clicking down the hallway as the little boy swung their interlocked hands to and fro. Cute.Â
She held the door open for him, though he still had to hunch as he walked through the opening. He took in the scene: neat mahogany desk, floor to ceiling windows, shelf, childrenâs toys littering the floorâchildrenâs toys? The little boy detached from the woman, diving towards one of the brightly colored stuffed animals.Â
The man maneuvered his way towards the desk, slipping slightly when his foot met a toy car. She caught his arm, eyes still avoiding his own, and her face twisted in a frown.
âThe daycare closes early on weekends, no one to watch him, Iââ She swallowed, arm pulling from his own the second he collected himself, âItâs not usually this messy,â She huffed the words as if they were shameful to admit before composing herself, shaking her head a bit. âThe papers are on the desk.â She ushered him forward, sifting through her drawers before taking out a pen, pressing it into his hand.
He cleared his throat, nodding, âItâsâThatâs fine,â He leaned down to sign, striking up conversation to fill the painful silence between them, âIs this your, uh, is this your son?â
She shot him a sharp look, and he was sure if looks could kill heâd burst to flames that very moment. He swallowed, flipping the page to add another signature. Through his periphery, he caught sight of a look exchanged between the woman and child before she sighed.
âYes.â He waited a moment for her to continue only to be met with silence. Wow. A real open book, wasnât she?
Flipping through the pages, he double checked the signatures. Sighing, he stood, nodding to her, âSorry about that, thought the agencyâd taken care aâ all the paperwork.â
She rolled her eyes, gathering them in her hands, scanning through the pages before taking something from her desk drawer, and stamping the top page. Setting it in a file on the desk, she met his gaze.
âThank you,â She cleared her throat, âIn the future, hopefully we donât end up in a situation needing to fill out more paperwork.â
Geez, that's cold. âYeah, uh, sorry again.â He turned to leave, but a tug on his pant leg caught his attention.
âHey, hey, Mister Hero,â The little boy waved a toy car in his hand, âWanna play cars?â
âHe has things to do, baby,â The woman interrupted, âI can play with you all you want later.â
âBut youâre working now!â He huffed, âPlease, please, just for a littleââ
âI donât mind.â He surprised himself and her with the words, but a glance to the little boyâs face brought a smile to his own. He always did like kids.
She looked between them, hesitant, teeth chewing her lip before speaking, âItâs reallyâyou donât have to. Really, itâsâitâs okay.â Who knew she could sound sheepish. He was learning a lot about the Ice Queen today, it seemed.
He plopped on the floor, cross legged as he took the car handed to him, flashing her a smile, âYou kidding?â He turned back to the child, âI love playinâ cars.â
The little boy squealed in delight, and in his periphery he caught sight of a soft look in her eyes, âThank you.â It was quiet, but the ghost of a smile on her face made something in his chest do a little jump.
.âĄ.
âYou received a package from the insurance agency today, sir.â
He glanced towards his secretary, brows furrowed. God, what did he do this time? He rubbed a hand down his face, groaning, but she continued.
âItâs strange,â She tapped her chin, âThere was a note attached; I think it was from that lady that doesnât like you,â A mischievous smile on her lips, âI left it on your desk.â
âGreat. Thanks.â He trudged down the hallway to his office; it was too early in the morning for this.
As he pushed the door open he caught sight of it: wrapped neatly in red colored paper, a thin ribbon tying it together. Huh. There was a neat little note attached, his hero name written in pretty cursive on the front.Â
Please accept this food as thanks.
I appreciate you humoring my son; he really enjoyed spending time with you.
He also wanted me to inform you that youâve become his new favorite hero.
I was unaware of your food preferences, but I hope this is sufficient.
Only the Ice Queen could manage to make such a kind gesture seem impersonal. Still, he found himself smiling; underneath all that frost and cold she really was a cute little thing, wasnât she? It was signed with her name at the bottom, and he realized he hadnât known it until now; it was kind of pretty, he thought.
He pulled the ribbon from the box, and the paper fell away to reveal a neatly stacked bento box. Peeling the top layer, he was met with a mouthwatering smell. Meat. Fancy little dishes prepared delicately, with care. The other levels contained vegetables and sweets, all meticulously decorated. It was a practical gift, he supposed, but still, sheâd taken the time to cook him a meal.
HowâŠwomanly of her.
.âĄ.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She didnât think sheâd ever sprinted so fast in her life, sure she might break a heel, though, not entirely bothered considering the circumstances. A villain attack. At a goddamn preschool. At her sonâs goddamn preschool. Fuck.
There it was. Cordoned off with yellow police tape, a crowd was gathering outside the gates, reporters or parents or both, she didnât really care.
âKenta! Kenta! My sonâhave you seen my son? Pleaseââ She elbowed her way to the front of the crowd, flagging down a police officer stationed outside.
âMaâam, please step back. There is an active villain threat inââ
âMy sonâs in there, please.ïżœïżœïżœ
âThere are a lot of parents here; if youâd just step backââ
There was a crash that sounded like a wrecking ball hitting pavement, and everyone watched with bated breath as one of the walls to the building crumbled away, bricks splitting and breaking from the force.
As the dust settled, she watched as a massive figure stepped from the rubble. Wait a minute. Is thatâŠ? He was carrying kids from his arms and shoulders, some hanging on with their hands as they dangled from his limbsâhe looked like a fucking jungle gymâ
âMama! Mama! Look whoâs here!â The unmistakable voice of her son pulled her from her thoughts. From atop the heroâs shoulder, Kenta was waving his arms, giggling as he called to her.
âAll clear!â The man shouted, a sharp, toothy smile on his lips as he scanned the crowd, motioning with his head to the nearly collapsed building behind him, âHeâs passed out in the southeast classroom, figured Iâd gather the kids first.â
The police made their way into the building as he kneeled down to let the children race from the rubble, and into the arms of their parents. She ducked under the yellow tape, eyes set on the little boy sat on the heroâs shoulder.
âHeh. Sorry âbout the wall; couldnât help the âoof!â
Without thinking, she threw her arms around his shoulders, on her tiptoes as she embraced her son, the other hand hooked around the manâs neck, pulling him downwards a bit into a hunch, so that she could reach.
She was shaking a little, and he wasnât entirely sure where to put his hands, though, glad that she couldnât see the red creeping up his neck and cheeks. Awkwardly, one of his hands came to pat her on the back, which seemed to bring her back to reality as she stumbled a bit aways from him.
She cleared her throat, holding out her hands, and he shifted so that the boy could shuffle into his motherâs arms.
She checked his face for marks, âAre you okay?â Inspecting his arms for any signs of cuts or bruises, âDid you get hurt?â
He gave a bright smile, âIâm okay!â He giggled a bit, and she set him down, letting him bounce in excitement on the ground, âYou shoulda seen it, Mama! He was so cool; the bad guy was likeââ He made an angry face, squaring his shoulders, and growled as he brought his hands into a fighting pose, âBut then, but then, boom! And thenââ
âI want to hear all about it, baby,â She smiled, âBut letâs get you home first, yeah? Youâve got dirt all over you.â
âMhmm mhmm, okay! But it makes me look cool, right?âÂ
âSuper cool,â She turned to the hero now, and he swallowed, willing the heat to die on his cheeks, âIâm sorry that I justâI didnât mean to throw myself on you, but really, what you didââ
âJust the job,â He smiled, hand coming to sheepishly scratch his head, âHappy to do it, honest.â
âNo,â she corrected, and he found himself holding his breath as he studied the intensity in her stare. But he didnât feel like sheâd turn him to stone; he kind of feltâŠwarm? âThank you. Really. I canât ever repay you for this.â
âWell, youâre probably gonna have to deal with the insurance money and rebuild, so just add it to my tab, and Iâll call us even, yeah?â
There was a small smile on her face, âConsider your tab cleared.â Was his heart pumping so loudly from the adrenaline or because the quirk in her lips made her whole face brighter? Was that her quirk? Could she speed up his pulse, so that his heart beat out of his chest?
He went to say something, but the sound of his hero name being shouted over the police tapeâreportersâinterrupted.Â
He sighed, giving her a nod, âWell, duty calls,â He gave her one more glance as he walked away, âIâll, uh, Iâll see you?â It sounded casual, but he found himself suddenly nervous.
âWell, if you keep smashing your way through half the cityâs architecture, you will.â He didnât know she had a sense of humor, but, spotting the playful glint in her eyes, he found it kind ofâŠcute.
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âThereâs someone here to see you, sir,â His secretary called as he stepped from the elevator, âItâs that insurance lady, again.â She wiggled her eyebrows a bit in teasing, and he found his face warming as he avoided her gaze. Another bento, maybe?Â
âThanks, uh, you can let her in.â
âOh, I already did,â There was a smug smile on her face, âSheâs in your office.â
He groaned, ignoring her cheeky laugh as he made his way into his office.Â
âOh!â She called after him, âThe Commission called. They wanna know if youâre confirming for the Hero Billboards?â
He nodded, waving his hand in placation, âYeah. Iâll be there.â
Pushing the door to his office open, he found himself staring at her profile; she was half turned away from him, gazing out the floor to ceiling windows, and he almost didnât want to say anything, lest he disturb the peaceful look on her face.Â
His eyes wandered her figure; she really was a woman, wasnât she? In every sense of the word. Remembering how she felt in his arms, soft too. Soft and small and pretty and womanly. His hands itched at his sides. How would it feel to hold her?Â
Squeezing the skin of her waist, brushing his thumbs over the bones of her hips; itâd be so easy to pick her up, hands sliding down a bit further, throwing her legs around his waist; she was already against the window; what other expressions could he see on her face, then? Shaking himself from his thoughts, he felt a bit embarrassed. But, he was a man; it was normal to think like this about a woman, right?
She caught sight of him as she turned, and immediately a new look took over her face; it wasnât an expression he entirely enjoyed, however. She looked agitated, upset, and she squeezed at the fat of her arms as she crossed them, nervous.
âWe need to talk.â She pulled something from her purse, unfurling it to reveal a tabloid magazine. More specifically, a picture slapped on the cover: the two of them embracing outside the pre-school, his hand placed on her back, making it look like an altogether domestic scene.
And the title: âTHE STURDY HERO BREAKING DOWN WALLS AND BREAKING HEARTS; DONâT RIOT, GIRLS, BUT HEâS TAKEN!â Real creative. Â
He swallowed his nerves, laughing off the tension, âYeah, I heard about that,â Avoiding her gaze, âIâm real sorryâthe tabloids just print whatever sells, ya know?â
âCan you have them retract it?â He was almost offended with how quick she was to shoot it down, âPlease,â Sensing his nerves, she sighed, gathering her thoughts, âKenta isâŠHeâs not ready for this, even if it is just tabloid gossip. Please, can you ask them to retract it?âÂ
âIââ
âOr if not,â She began pacing, âCan you do an interview? Before this gets out of hand, itâd be best to clear things up.âÂ
He approached her, taking her by the arms lightly to stop her pacing. She pulled from his grip, but stood still. He scanned her face as he looked down at her, and a thought too selfish crossed his mind. No. Donât go there.
âHey, itâs okay, itâs okay,â He soothed her; this would be fine, âIâll tell the press; you donât gotta worry.âÂ
She let out a sigh of relief, and he bit his tongue. Was it manly of him to just let it lie? In all those romance movies he watched, the guy always fought for the girl. He used whatever elaborate plots he could to show her he was the one. And, I mean, maybe itâd be good for both of them. He needed to figure out why he couldnât look her in the eyes without imagining bending her over the nearest surface anymore.
âBut,â He avoided her gaze, âI, uh, geez, this is embarrassing.â
She tilted her head, but motioned for him to continue.
âThe, uh, you know the Hero Billboards are coming up soon?â
 âYes,â She squared her shoulders as her gaze turned suspicious, âWhat about it?â
âI think if, well, if I ask for a retraction before, it might tank my popularity ranking,â He swallowed, âWhich, totally, is just a numberâand not a big dealâI just, would you mindâŠis it unmanly of me to ask you if we could wait until itâs over to tell the press?âÂ
There was a beat of silence, and he cursed himself in his mind. Of course sheâs gonna say no. Itâs the Ice Queen weâre talkinâ about. Just cause sheâs got a kid, and she makes a killer tori katsu, and her ass bounces when sheâ
âOkay,â She sighed. What? She met his gaze, nodding, âI did say I could never repay you, didnât I?â
âI donât want you to feel like you have toââ
âBut, um,â She swallowed, âKenta was asking about you,â Avoiding his gaze, she cleared her throat, âDo you think you could, um, do you think you could take him out on patrol? Even just once, I think heâdâŠif itâs not too much troubleââ
God, she was fucking adorable.Â
âYou kidding?â His lips split in a wide grin, âIâd be honored. Heâs, uh, heâs a good kid. Youâve done good.â
âItâs a deal, then.â There was that soft smile again, and on cue, his heart sped its rhythm.
âItâs a deal.â
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The office felt strangely empty after she left. He couldnât focus. The lights were too bright. His chair was lumpy. The font on the paperwork was too small. His pants didnât fit right. Oh. His pants didnât fit right.Â
He glanced around the office. It was fine, right? Itâd just take a moment. Be real quick. Just to ease the tension. Itâd help him focus after, for sure.
Fuck it.Â
He stood suddenly, shutting the blinds to his office; he was pent up. It was her fault to begin with, really. Settling into his chair, he let out a breath, hand creeping under the waistband of his pants, fingers trailing down from the black hairs to grip at the pulsating, desperate source of his current agony, feeling near immediate relief as he began to stroke.
He wanted to take her against the window, didnât he?
Her thighs squeezing his waist as his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, cock buried to the hilt inside what was undeniably warm and tight and hers. Heâd fuck her deep and slow at first. Savor the feel of her wrapped around him. Make what she thought was hers irrefutably his; mold her pretty cunt to the shape of him. He wouldnât be able to keep the pace though, ramming her against the glass walls for all of Japan to see, to hear her scream his name. How would she sound if he sunk his teeth into her neck? What would she call him?
Baby?Â
Love?Â
Daddy?
âOh, fuck.â His thumb stroked the angry red tip threatening to burst in his pants, tightening his vice-grip, fingers flexing along the length. Up and down and up and down to the rhythm heâd fuck her to. Faster and Faster. Harder and harder.
Daddy, please! Sheâd take her lip between her teeth, try and fail to stifle the sounds he was forcing from her throat. A hand tangled in his hair, tugging to find some sense of relief as he hauled her over his desk to play with the jewel between her legs.Â
Heâd leave a trail of bruises down her chest; take one of her pretty tits in his mouth, playing with the nipple on his tongue. Hips snapping roughly into hers as he felt her pulse quicken, breath choked as her hands came to clutch his shoulders, nails sinking in to ease the tension.
Heâd make her beg for it.
âTell Daddy what you want.â His eyes fell closed, hips bucking into his fist as he imagined it. Heâd take his hand to her throat, fingers twitching at the feel of her pumping veins, thumb tracing her jaw as he watched doe eyes dilate. Lose all thought save for anything that had to do with him, and how he was fucking her, and how that feeling pooling in her gut was something only he could give her.Â
Please, Daddy, please! Let me cum. Can I cum?Â
Sheâd cry, pretty tears pooling in her eyes as she tried to hold on. Obey him. Please him. Cum for him. All for him.
âYeah? You wanna cum? You think you deserve it?â
Yes! Please, Daddy! Please!
Her tits would rock from the force as his desk creaked to the rhythm below them. His tongue darting out to lick at his sharp, drooling canines, completely enamored with the feast moaning prettily underneath him.
Heâd lean down, forcing his lips onto hers as his tongue explored inside, devouring the sounds from her throat. And heâd pull back once he was sure he could feel her tighten around him, hot air brushing against her lips when he finally released her.
âCum for me, baby.â
Heâd watch her eyes cross, mouth falling open as the knot in her stomach snapped. That Ice Queen exterior melted and soft and grateful. Sheâd whimper, and look up at him from under her butterfly lashes with hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes, lips bloated and hair sprawled beneath her like an angelâs halo.
âWhat do you say, baby?â
Thank you, Daddy. I love you.
Shit. Shit. Shit. He bit his lip, brows furrowing as the slick on his hand made his gut start to tingle. Fuck. His shoulders slumped as he caught his breath, surveying his mess. Thatâs alright, he thought.
It was her job to clean up his messes, wasnât it?
.âĄ.
âOh,â She blinked as she opened the door, âWhat time is it? Wasnât I supposed to meet you at your office?âÂ
Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder to a wall clock in the living room. He huffed an apologetic laugh, doing his best to ignore the way the apron wrapped snugly around her waist hugged her curves, and the splotches of flour that reminded him of the labors of a dutiful housewife.
âNah, youâre good,â He motioned with his head to the boy sitting atop his shoulders, one hand steadying the child, âKenta was hungry, and there isnât much âsides energy drinks and granola bars at the agency.â
âWe saw a whole buncha bad guys, Mama! They were tryna rob the bank, andââ
âYou were inside a bank during a robbery?â He caught the sharp turn in her voice, and was quick to correct the child.
âHe was safe behind the barricades,â She stepped aside to let them in, âGot a front row seat, right buddy?â
âMhmm!â He set the child down, and Kenta raced towards the kitchen, âSmells good! Whatâs for dinner?â
They shared a look as she shut the door, and let out a sigh, âThank you,â She swallowed, âIâmâŠHe looks like he had fun, so Iâm reallyââ
âDonât mention it,â He smiled, âNext weekâs patrol route should be safer if he wants to tag along.â
âThatâsâyou really donât need toâŠâ Was the flush on her face embarrassment or, or was he finally starting to chip that icy exterior? âAre you sure itâsââ
âOh yeah,â He glanced towards the boy sifting through cabinets in the kitchen, âKentaâs my number one sidekick, right?â
âMm!â The boy turned towards them, face stuffed with some pastry as he hummed.
âKenta!â She scurried over to him, shutting the lid to the cookie jar, âWeâre just about to have dinner; donât go ruining your appetite!â
ââM not!â He stifled a laugh as he watched the boy cross his arms petulantly, âI got two stomachs; one for food and then a whole ânother big one for desert!â
She smiled lightly as she watched him shove two fingers in her face before putting her hands up in mock concession, âOh, well, itâs a pity that Mamaâs only got one stomach then, huh?â Making her way over to the impressive spread on the dining room counter, âI better dig in while I can.âÂ
She plucked a piece of sushi from one of the platters, and he swallowed as he watched her push it between her lips with her fingers, tongue brushing over the tips as she pulled them from her mouth. He tried to will himself to look away, though, she was entirely too focused on the little boy now jumping for the sushi platter to bother with his own leering.
âNot if I do first!â He watched as the boy practically inhaled the food, attention drawn back at the sound of light laughter. Her hand was covering her mouth, but the twinkle in her eye sent lightning into his heart. Pretty.
He huffed a sigh to calm his racing pulse, âGuess Iâll leave ya toââ
âYou gotta stay for dinner!â Face stuffed full with an array of food, Kentaâs words were muffled, âRight, Mama?â
He glanced towards her, taking in her hesitant features. Not yet.
âAh. Thatâs alright, I donâtââ
âStay,â He was taken aback by the softness of the word, âI meanâŠif youâd like, as a thank you for taking Kenta out, stay.â
Fuck. This woman would be the death of him.
.âĄ.
âYou really didnât have to do this.â She looked at him through the corner of her eye as she handed him another wet dish to towel off.
âNah, I owe ya for that killer dinner,â He paused, âCome to think of it; I owe ya for the bento too, Ms. Pro Chef.â
She rolled her eyes playfully before turning back to the sink, and the two settled into a comfortable silence before she paused, mouth twisting a bit as her brows furrowed.
âI appreciate everything youâve done for Kenta,â She let out a sigh, turning to face him as she shut the tap, âBut um, this is, a bitâŠâ She motioned around the kitchen, the wholly domestic scene, âHero Billboards or not, the two of us arenât actuallyâŠâ
He watched as she struggled to find the words, ââCourse not,â Stamping out the sprouting disappointment in his chest, he plastered on that hero smile, âBut whatâs a dinner between friends, right?â
He watched as the trepidation melted off her face. Was the thought of being with him really that bad? Shaking himself from his thoughts he sighed as he watched her maneuver behind him to start reshelving the cutlery and plates.
âYeah. Friends.â She sent him a soft smile, and he found himself the slightest bit surprised that it hadnât melted his heart on cue. He wanted more.
She was bent over the counter in a way too sinful to be a coincidence. Was she testing him? Waiting for him to take initiative, prove to her that he was a man? He wouldnât leave her high and dry the way so many others in her life seemed toâhe could be that guy for her.
Eyes trailing to the swell of her backside, he spotted her dress lifted slightly at the fat of her thighs. Would she look at him then? If he took her by the hair, forced her cheek to the counter, smushed her pretty tits against it, and ripped the cotton panties down her legs?
He was sure, looking down at her; she was so small. Sheâd fucking wail when he forced his cock through her walls. Maybe he could see himself poking through under the skin of her stomach: full of him.
Heâd destroy her.
Ruin her for anyone and everyone else. How many times had she chided him for his reckless behavior, for the destruction his hands had wrecked?
Heâd repay her tenfold. Those hands could do more than destroy. Theyâd make her cum again and again and again. Until the only thought running through her mind was him and how good he was fucking her and how goddamn grateful she was to be fucked by, to be loved by, him.
The call of his name brought him back from his thoughts, and he looked over to meet her concerned eyes.Â
âAre you alright?â She closed the gap between them, and lifted to her toes, tapping his shoulder to bring him down a bit before she pressed her hand to his forehead, âYouâre a little flushed; are you sick?â
Well, with you this close to me, I fucking might be.
He straightened suddenly, âNah,â Letting out a sheepish laugh, âMust be the long hours. Hero work ainât always the most forgivinâ, I guess,'' He huffed a sigh, âI should get goinâ though, yeah?â
âYeah,â She watched as he made his way to the door, âOkay.â
âIâll be by some time to take Kenta out on patrol, if thatâs still alright?â
She nodded as he slipped his shoes on, and was left a bit confused at the abrupt close to the evening with the click of her front door falling shut.
He let out a breath as he closed the door, leaning against the wood to regain his composure as his hand ran through his hair. He could do this. He stretched his arms over his head as he headed down the steps of her porch.Â
The cold night air soothed the warmth in his cheeks, but it seemed that a fire more insatiable had been lit in his chest. He strolled casually down the sidewalk, eyes trained up at the grinning moon, making sure to hide the mirroring smirk that pulled at his lips as the camera flashed from the bushes. Right on cue.
.âĄ.
âI need to get a new secretary.â He joked as he shut the door to his office, catching sight of the woman in his office.
âI donât think I can do this anymore.â Her mouth was set in a line, hands pulling nervously at her sleeves as her arms crossed.
What?Â
She began pacing, âIâm really sorry,â She avoided his gaze, âI know youâve done a lot for Kenta, for me, and I can pay you back with however much youââ
âWoah, woah,â He approached her, stopping her nervous pacing, âWhatâs goinâ on? Tell me what happened.â
She sighed, looking up to meet his gaze, and he noticed for the first time eye bags forming on her face.
âPaparazzi are showing up to Kentaâs preschool,â She huffed, âTaking pictures of him playing outside, trying to ask him questions.â
His eyebrows raised a bit in shock, but he softened his gaze, âIâm so sorry,â He went to guide her to sit down, âIâll take care of it, promise.â
He didnât like where this was going. So she wasnât in love with him yet. Okay. He just needed more time. She couldnât leave.
She pushed his hand off her shoulder, âItâs not just that,â She swallowed, âTheyâre everywhere, at my office, at the daycare, anywhere we fucking go; theyâre even showing up at the house.â
âItâs okaââ
âHow do they even know where I live?â Her brows knit together, âYou know there are pictures of you leaving? At night?â
âI didnâtââÂ
âDo you know how indecent that makes me look?â She rubbed her hands down her face, breathing out his name, âIâm already a single mother; I donât need the entirety of Japan questioning any more of my integrity, certainly not questioning my son.â
Wouldnât most women be flattered by the attention? Whatever; he needed to end this before it got out of hand.
âYouâre right,â He placated, âLook,â He sighed, âThe Hero Billboards are next week,â Just a little longer and theyâd be there; she just wasnât ready yet, âWe only gotta have one more public appearance, andââ
âPublic Appearance?â Her voice turned sharp, âYou want me to be your fake date, in front of the whole country, just so you can save your ranking?â Her eyes flashed in accusation, âHave you been listening to what Iââ
âEnough,â Fuck, he was getting fed up. Didnât she know how much he cared about her? How much he did for her? âI have been listening; itâs your turn.â
âExcuse meââ
He stepped forward, backing her against the window, and an uneasy look settled on her face. Was this what it took? He just needed to show a little dominance. Be the man. And she would listen. He placed his hand above her on the glass as he leaned down.
âOne more week,â Bringing his other hand to her face, one finger outstretched, âThatâs all Iâm askinâ.â
She went to open her mouth, but he shushed her. Oh. This felt kinda good. The way she was looking at him. Hanging on to his every word because, right now, he had the power.Â
âIâm not done,â He breathed, âOne more week. Iâll take care aâ the paparazzi. Iâll take care aâ everything. Soââ
Her mouth twisted, a conflict growing in her eyes, but she forced the words in spite of it, âI donât need you to take care of it. I donât need you to take care of me. I need you toââ
âOh, you donât?â His tone turned mocking, and his teeth bit into his lip as he watched her swallow, âLetâs ask Kenta how much he needs me, why donât we? You really gonnaââ
âYou are not his father.â The words were firm, but the tensing of her shoulders betrayed her, and he leaned closer.
âIâm the closest thing heâs got, baby.â
The shock washed over her features before settling on anger. Cute. She pushed him off her. Well, he let her. She was such a weak little thing, after all.
âSo this is who you are?â She scoffed, âThis,â She motioned between them, âIs over. I refuse to entertain whatever misogynistic tirade youâve decided to indulge in.â Okay. Less cute.Â
She made her way to the door, glancing briefly over her shoulder, âDo not attempt to contact me or my son again.â And she was gone.
Well shit.Â
His tongue smacked against his teeth as he kept his gaze on the door. He was tryna show her that he was the man. He could take care of her, of everything. All she had to do was shut the fuck up and let him. Does she know how many women would kill for that?Â
Heâd earned it. Heâd done so much. Heâd tried being patient. Tried to go at her pace. Be a gentleman. But, he realized, brats donât want gentlemen. Thatâs what she was after all. What sheâd always been, he realized. Ice Queen. Queen? The thought made him want to laugh now.
Is that what she wanted? For him to take her over his knee, smack that pretty ass âtill it was black and blue? Make her cry for her Daddy? Put her in her goddamn place; wash out all her sharp, angry words with his cock shoved down her throat.Â
Force her to her knees?Â
Okay. He could do that.
.âĄ.
âWhat do you mean someone picked him up?â
âWell,â The preschool teacher swallowed nervously, âHe said that you hadââ
âHe?â Her blood went cold, and in a quiet voice, she breathed his name in question.
âYes!â The other woman smiled, âSo you did approve ofââ
She didnât hear the rest of the words, blood rushing in her ears. She felt sick. What was going on? What kind of joke was this? She stumbled her way out of the gates, collapsing against them outside. Nauseous.Â
She tried to calm her breathing. He was still a hero. A fucking asshole with no sense of boundaries. But a hero. Right?Â
She took her hands to her cheeks, smacking herself to calm down. She let out a breath, swallowing the tears as she fumbled through her purse for her phone.Â
Ring ring! Ring ring! Ringâ
âHeââ
âWhere do you get off?â She couldnât help the words that spilled from her throat, âKenta is my son; what youâre doing is essentially kidnaââ
âHey, sweetheart.â She could hear the smugness in his voice, and cursed herself for allowing herself to think for one second he might have been a decent human being.Â
âWhere isââ
âIs that Mama?â She heard the excited voice of her son, and her breath hitched.
âKenta? Kenta! Where areââ
âYup!â He interrupted, âDonât worry, bud. Weâll be seeinâ Mama real soon, right?â
âMhmm!â Came the muffled reply. So she wasnât on speaker. Good.
âIf you donât tell me where he is right now,â The words were shaky, âIâll call the fucking cops.â
There was a beat before a deep, baritone laughter filled her ears. He sighed, and she could feel the goddamn smile on his face.
âHey, Kenta!â He called, âYou wanna tell Mama what weâre doin?â
âSâ a surprise!â
âHear that?â He turned back to the phone, âItâs a surprise. Donât you worry, Mama,â He exhaled a bit through his nose, âWeâll be home for dinner.â
âWhat are youââ
And the line went dead.
Fuck. Fuck. Fucking goddamn shitfuck.Â
She was shaking with anger as she lowered the phone, scared that if she so much as breathed sheâd scream so loud itâd bulldoze half of Tokyo.
What the fuck was she going to do?
.âĄ.
There was a knock at the door, and she ripped it open, shocked it hadnât fallen from the hinges. She looked up to meet his eyes, something playful twinkling in them. Did he think this was a joke?Â
âMama, Mama!â Her gaze was pulled down to the little boy clutching the manâs hand, âGuess what? Guess what?â
âAh,â He sighed, âRemember, bud. Itâs a super special surprise.â
Kenta looked up at him as if realizing something before humming happily. She swallowed as she glanced between them, settling her gaze on the hero.
âKenta,â Eyes still locked with burning red, âWhy donât you go clean up before dinner?â
âMkay!â And he bounded off towards his room. When she heard the slam of his door, she let out a sigh, and swallowed, steadying her nerves.
âWhat the absolute fuck do you think youâre doing?â
âLanguage, sweetheart.â He sidestepped her, making his way inside, shutting the door behind him.Â
âLangâ?â He wasnât serious, âWho do you think youââ
âShouldnât curse in front of Kenta,â He smiled, âItâll teach him bad habits, yâknow?â
Oh my god sheâd never wanted to punch someone as much as she did now. She forced herself to breathe before settling.
âYou donât need to worry about Kentaâs habits,â He yawned, and she fought the urge to scream, âI want to know what youâre doing in my house, picking my son up from school like youââ
âThatâs a funny way aâ sayinâ thank you for the favor.âÂ
âAre youââ
âI know how busy you get,â He moved towards her, and she took a step back, and another until she hit the wall. Not again. âWanted to give you a break. Whatâs the harm in that?â
He was looking down at her like that again. Like there was a game they were playing where only he knew the rules. Where he was winning.Â
âThe harm,â She forced herself to speak, âIs that I gave you explicit instruââ
âYâknow,â He leaned back a bit, head tilted to the ceiling before snapping his eyes back to her, âWomen are so complicated. Never sayinâ what you mean, what you needââÂ
âLet me be very clear, then,â She breathed, âGet out.âÂ
He looked at her a moment, and she cursed the universe for not gifting her an invisibility quirk. Any quirk, actually. She was sure that, if he wanted, he could kill her without so much as blinking.
And then he laughed. She stood, frozen, studying his expression before his lips fell into a smirk. In a flash, his hand met her throat, squeezing the air from her lungs, and lifting her to her tiptoes. Her own hands flew up to claw at his, choking on her breath. His face was in front of hers, nose to her own.
âIâm gettinâ real sick of beinâ told what to do,â The edges of her vision were going black as his hot breath met her face, âI think you owe me an apology, baby.â
There were tears forming in her eyes, and she nearly, stubbornly, thought sheâd rather pass out than give him the satisfaction. But the distant sound of running water forced her lips to move.Â
âSoâSorâSorry, ple-pleaseââ
He released her, and she doubled over, falling into a coughing fit, hand clutching at her own throat, sure of the forming bruises. He huffed a sigh, as if somehow she was inconveniencing him.Â
He leaned down again as she straightened against the wall. And he smiled. What wasâ
Before she could blink, his lips were pressed against her own. Her hands came to push at his chest, but he pulled back before she could move. He huffed a laugh, ruffling her hair.
âAll good?âÂ
All good? She forced down the protests, and nodded. She didnât know this man. Didnât know what he could do.
âItâs gettinâ kinda late, huh?â She realized after a moment that he was looking for an answer.
âIâYes, Iââ She cleared her throat of the raspiness, âI guess it is.â
He stretched his arms over his head, âThink Iâll stay the night, that okay?â
Fucking bastard. She went to open her mouth, but the sound of small footsteps padding against the floor caught her attention. She turned to see Kenta, hair dripping, in his matching set pajamas, making his way into the room.
âHey, bud,â The man turned to him, âGuess what?â
âWhat?â He tilted his head.
He smirked as he glanced back at her, âWeâre havinâ a sleepover.â
âReally?â Kenta jumped a bit in excitement.
His eyes were still on her. Red and burning and waiting.Â
She cleared her throat, âRealâReally, baby, if,â She glanced nervously between them, âIf thatâs what you want.â
âYeah! Weâre gonna have so much fun!âÂ
âSo much fun,â The man confirmed, âRight,â Looking around, he made his way to the dining room table, âWhatâs for dinner?â
.âĄ.
âDamn,â He whistled from behind her, hands rubbing up her sides, settling on her hips, âYou tryna steal my brand?â
He huffed a laugh, lips falling to a smirk as his face fell to her neck, eyes trailing her figure in the mirror in front of them.Â
âGuess red is your color now, baby.â His nose brushed against her neck as he raised his head, taking in a breath, and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek.Â
She tried her hardest not to cringe, managing to keep her disgust contained with the clench of her jaw. The dress was beautiful; she would have felt beautiful had anyone else on the planet gifted it to her, but they didnât, and she didnât. There was a much too revealing slit running up one of the sides of the dress. With fabric skin tight and blood red, she felt more like someoneâs dress-up doll than a person.
âThis is it, right?â She sighed, meeting his eyes in the mirror, her own expression dull, tired, âYou get your rank boosted, and thatâs it. Weâre done. Right? â
She knew logically, in the far back of her mind, that this was about something entirely more sinister than simply a number as inconsequential, as temporary as a hero rank. The crimson eyes in the mirror glowed with a feeling she could only attribute to possession.Â
But, stupidly, naively, she was clinging to some hope, any hope, that that was what he wanted. Because if it wasnât, if he wanted any more, she feared sheâd break to pieces on her bedroom floor. And if she allowed herself even a second, and the cracks appeared, sheâd be burdening her son with the shattered mess that would be her resolve.
So she wouldnât break. If only to keep that bright smile on Kentaâs face, eyes innocent, shield him from anything and everything big and bad in the world like a mother would. Like a mother should.Â
She wouldnât break.
âDonât worry your pretty little head,â He sighed, a sleazy smile still on his lips as his hands began to move, to grope, âAfter tonight; we wonât have to play pretend anymore.â
One arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her tight against him, something poking at her back. His other hand traveled downwards, fingers slipping past that easy access slit, andâ
âMama, mama, look!â As quickly as he pulled her to him, he stepped away, turning to the little boy bounding through the door.
âYou like the suit, bud?â How generous he was, heâd reminded her. He had all the money in the world to take care of them. She just had to let him. As if it were that easy. Asshole.
But she swallowed the anger, sending a soft smile to her son, taking in the child standing tall and proud in his small, tailored suit, grinning up at them for approval. At them. She faltered a bit before willing the nausea away.
âWow,â She sighed, making her way to Kenta, crouching down as she fixed his red tie. The three of them really did look like a matching set, didnât they? âWhoâs this handsome man? Have you seen Kenta? I canât seem to find him!â
âItâs me! Kenta! Here, Iâm right here!â He squealed, waving his arms a bit in front of her.Â
âNo,â She smiled wryly, âKenta likes to come home covered in dirt lookinâ super cool.â
âWell now Iâm all dressed up and super cool!â He crossed his arms petulantly, and she relented, laughing lightly.
âOh, silly me,â She stood, having fixed his tie, âOf course, only Kenta could look this cool.â
âMhmm!âÂ
The low laughter behind her was like ice water in her veins. Right. He was still here. He came up behind her, arm wrapping around her hips as he smiled down at her son.
âYou all ready, bud?âÂ
âYup!â Kenta jumped excitedly, âAnd I remembered, just like you said! I got theââ
âSurprise, kiddo.â The man hummed.Â
âOh,â Kentaâs eyes widened before nodding intently, âRight. Surprise.â She didnât want to dwell on the way her son looked at the man beside her with the reverence of something like a father.Â
The hero sent him a wink, and the little boy gave him a mismatched eye blink in response. She clenched her jaw, fingernails digging into her palms. Days. Days, and he hadnât budged on this surprise of his. She felt like sheâd throw up if she thought about it too long. So she forced it to the back of her mind.Â
She couldnât break.Â
He turned back to her, fingers squeezed at the fat of her waist, thumb brushing affectionately against the fabric.
âYou ready?â
.âĄ.
The lights flashing in her face left her feeling dizzy, and clutching tightly to the man by her side as they stepped from the limo. Blindly, she grasped for her sonâs hand behind her as they marched forward, through the chaos.
They stopped in front of a row of reporters. A press line, she realized grimly. She let her mind wander as he fielded questions about the upcoming hero ranking announcement, chuckling lightly as reporter after reporter speculated about the nature and history of their relationship. About the oh so adorable little boy bouncing at their side.
He waved them off after a while, âIâm real sorry!â Sheepishly, a hand came to scratch at his head, âBut, the little ladyâs not used to all the cameras just yet.â Yet? No, push it down. Smile, she reminded herself, glancing at her son, who was rocking on his heels back and forth beside her. Oblivious. Good.
He huffed an apologetic laugh as the crowd protested, ââSides, weâd better get inside,â He threw a disarming smile over his shoulder, a hand raised to the crowd, âWish me luck!â
They made their way inside, and she scanned the room, Kenta gasping next to her at the gathering of heroes. His heroes.Â
They made their way to their seats, and she recognized a few of the heroes gathered around them. She zoned out as a few of the men shoved her hero by the shoulder, jeering at him for finally settling down. A few of the women cooing over Kenta; how quaint! God, she wanted to scream.
She was brought back to reality when the grip on her hand turned deadly. Wincing, she turned towards him.
âIâm sorry,â She forced a sheepish smile, âGuess Iâm just a little overwhelmed. What was the question?â
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the suspicious gaze of that ash blonde hero. The one who blew the city to bits every chance he got. He scoffed as he sized her up, turning away, downing his drink. She swallowed, turning away in unease.
âHowâd this oaf convince ya, huh?â The lightning blonde laughed, âMoney? No way a chick as hot asâoof!â One of the women, that pink hero, she recognized, elbowed him in the stomach, and the man doubled over, spitting up his drink, âShit! What was that for?â
She turned away from the interaction as the woman began to scold him, and a few others took the opportunity to ask about her relationship to their friend.Â
Howâd you get together?Â
Yeah! Tell us everything!
Whereâd he take you on your first date?Â
It wasnât the gym, right? Please tell me it wasnât the gym!
And more. Her cheeks hurt from the forced quirk of her lips, fingers aching under the table from the deathgrip her tormentor had on her hand. She gave them the answers she thought appropriate.
He saved my sonâs life.
Just a casual dinner. Nothing big.Â
His grip relented a bit, and she sighed. Kissing her on the cheek, he leaned back, a lovesick glaze overtaking his eyes that even his friends seemed to notice, because the jeers started up again.
âAlright, alright,â He placated with a smile, âYou got your answers. Quit scarinâ the lady, already.âÂ
They protested lightly, but settled. Just in time. The lights started to dim, and a spotlight shone on stage. The entirely too enthusiastic announcer began to speak, hyping up the crowd at the fast approaching ranking release.
As the minutes ticked by on the clock, she realized his name hadnât been called yet. Most of the heroes at her table had sat by in silence so far. And then the host flashed a knowing smile, reminding the crowd of the moment theyâd been waiting for.
The Top Ten.Â
Oh. Was that it? If he was in the top ten, would that mean she did her job? Served her purpose. Would he leave her be, then?
She turned to watch Kenta, whose eyes were glued to the stage, wide in awe, ears hanging on every word. She selfishly wished he wouldnât become one of those people who worshiped the hero society sheâd found herself trapped in.Â
But she could see it happening in real time, she supposed. The way he clung to the man whoâd saved him from the rubble. The merch and toys that now littered their home, posters plastered around his bedroom walls. The way his eyes seemed to light up at the mention of his favorite heroâs name. She could almost hear the moment her heart started to crack.
All of a sudden, the people around her stood up, screaming. Kenta jumped to his feet, hands raised in the air as an open-mouthed smile overtook his face.Â
No. 8 Hero.Â
No. 8.
He reached a hand around her back, twirling her towards him, dipping her as his lips forced themselves on hers, tongue shoved down her throat. The cheers only erupted further. As she was pulled back to her feet, dizzy and unfocused, she barely registered as he made his way to the stage, bowing in thanks.
The rest of the names flew by in a blur, a few of his friends stepping up to join him as the list reached its end. But she paid no mind. It was over now. Right?
It was over. Could it please be over?
.âĄ.
They were outside again, and the cold night air nipped at her skin. Ushered back into the press line, she watched him desperately as he began to speak to reporters.
What an honor. I wasnât expecting this. Iâll do my best to earn it!Â
She wanted to laugh until she screamed. But she was waiting. Waiting for him to say it. Release her. Release them. Say it. Please, say it.Â
âI owe it to all the support Iâve got behind me.â He smiled, squeezing their interlocked hands, âI really am the luckiest guy in the world, Number 8 or not.â No.
âThere isnât anything I can do to thank her,â He sighed, letting out a sheepish laugh, âBut, I did prepare a little surprise.âÂ
He turned to glance at Kenta, âWe had a little surprise, actually.â Not that. Donât say that.
The crowd awed, cooing at the scene, reporters on the edge of their seats, eager to hear more. She knew it was coming. She knew it. And yet, still, some part of her, some stupid part of her grasped for that single thread. She couldnât fall. If she fell, sheâd break.
âYou ready, bud?â Stop it. She was starting to lose her grip on the thread.
âMhmm!â Kenta hummed, fumbling for something in his pocket. âRight here!âÂ
The thread was fraying. His small hands produced a velvet red box, and the crowd took a breath. She watched as her son reached past her, handing the weapon to the perpetrator. She hadnât the time to process the burning betrayal in her chest. Because suddenly, she was falling. Â
And then he kneeled, looking up at her imploringly, that twinkle in his eyes sparkling. Heâd finally won that game of his that only he was playing. Further down and down. Andâ
âWill you marry me?â That shark toothed smile flashed up at her; she felt the fangs ripping her heart to shreds.Â
And she shattered.
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Mystic knights Set 1 & 2
Part 1
Steve Rogers Aka Captain America and The Winter Soldier Aka Bucky Barnes are swept up in a secret mission as they stand across from the main building on a roof top with a heavy surveillance with Fury calls in every half an hour.They are watching a military base across from them as reports say the base goes down to the twentieth floor basement of the facility and thanks to Tony Starkâs last invention suggestion and the x-ray vision goggles.The goggles scans the base heavily as they are tracking the elevator at the end of the base to the basement as they make their move stand up and they do a back flip off of the roof top and use a grabble hook to shoot hooking on the gate.They land on to the ground scaling over the gate landing on top of the gate with cat like skills as they jumps off of the gate with max effort and they leap in to the window five feet up lifting up the window as they climb in.
Racing over to the end of the hall they press the up button to the elevator stepping on to it, they enter on to the shaft as it it speeding to the basement they all prepare for him in a Steve unleashing his shield and Bucky ready to fight.The men flip out as the alarm system goes wild immediately as his best pal old era guy Bucky accidentally press a panel to set it offand he loses it grabbing his gun as the troop fills up the area shooting them endless as they are falling before him.Steve walks around the corner to the other side of the hall to find longer stretch watch him in excessive excitement as he kicks his shield up and falls from its sheath in to his hands and sliding on to his hand he throws it like the professional that he is letting it be his own personal distraction bouncing on the walls. The crew does it best to unsuccessfully try to avoid the shield in failed attempts as it hits them all across the head sending them into a world of pain they have never felt in their life and eventually Steve loses with gasbags he smashes through them all as if he is human ram of worryâs a wreckingball itâs pure genius.
âRelax! Itâs me Bucky put down the guns it is me.â Steve warns as they bust through the door in to the lab.
The man who they are tracking a young guy who was kidnapped by some evil, maniacal, demonic beast of villain but the young man is not very happy of entertained at all.
âYou arrived finally, I was beginning to worry if you ever get here.â He says.
âSorry to much going on.â Bucky adds as he approaches him.
âI am not worried but you shall be.â The man states stomping his feet.
âThis no time playâ Steveâs warns before the floors begin to light up.
âWait! You are not the asset you are criminalâ Bucky yells.
âAll ways late to the party Buckâ to Buckyâs shock Steve is saying.
âYes! I have managed to control him.â The voice adds.
âHear me carefully! You two will be loyal army.â
âWe are Avengers!â
âThe Avengers huh?â
âNo the Mystic Knights â
âThose panels below you will help your see my point of view soon.â
âHow is that you damn fool?â
âObserve! Boomâ
âNnnoooo! Steve help!â
âI only obey Masterâ
âDo I help him?â
âSteve zip itâ
âOh FUCK!â
âI am commander of The Avengers â
âWhat is your favorite word again?â
âOh yes!â
âLanguage Bitchâ
âDonât pull that switchâ
âWhy?â
âOne more andâ
âCorrect! We will be yours â
âMwahahahahaha â
âBastardâ
âPrecisely â
âSo join meâ
âBe my Slaveâ
âNnnnoooooâ
âFuck! â
âFlip switch â
âYESâ
âWe hear and obey â
âPerfect!â
âBegin total submission and return to meâ
âI am about to cum the good out of meâ
âMe tooâ
âAaaaahhhhhuuuuuggggghhhhâ
âHow may we serve you Master Lawrence?â
Part 2
A set of tubes descending on to both Steve and Bucky as they drop to the ground as it all settles in forever, a light emits through his body covering up the area as nothing can be scene from either of them as all of their life flashes before him. In the same roof top across from the darkly lit building as he shot a grappling hook to the other roof top across as he swung along with Robin and they both land so swiftly on to the other end and he flips into the roof top as he lands to the basement in utter like excitement.
Bruce Wayneâs grips his hands on the edge of the roof doing a back flip kicking in to the windows as he land on to the hall way as he does a backflip on to the end of the hall with the elevator and Bruce opens his bat gloves using a wire to override the the system as they rocket to the ground.The end is near as the tubes containing the first of my soldier uplifting in to the air reveal The Captain and The winter soldier in all of their sexy glory as they both approach me in heat and Captain America wraps over me a bit pulling me in to a kiss and Bucky follows suit shoving Steve away to kiss me.
The alarm system alters us as Steve facial expression becomes unnervingly undone at the sight of someone aiming to attack his Master Lawrence as he is rushing in to the costume amoury and grabs his costume and grabs his shield and at last placing his mask on his face. Steve smirks pushing me back as he stood in toe protecting me then giving Bucky the eye to prepare for the fight with a smile he goes in attack mode as well because I can not escape and he throws a fist in the air as he screams happily in excitement the two bat freaks enter.
âWe followed you here because of this sick megalomaniac.â
âBatman they are looking weird â
âMind control perhaps â
âPsh! Foolish punksâ
âLetâs take them Capâ
âAgreed! Go get the bird Buckâ
âIâll break the Batâ
âSteve Rogers stand downâ
âWhatever â
âStand downâŠ.i said â
âUgh! Shit this he fuck upâ
âLanguage â
âCapture them my knightsâ
âWith pleasure â
âAs you command â
âKneel for the Masterâ
âNot with my last breathâ
âYou shall die thenâ
âStill fawning in the Bat kidâ
âAt least I am in control of my actions you old fartâ
âOld fart? You little asshole I will drag you if I have too.â
âWhy are you working for him ?â
âYou have no ideaâŠdo you ?â
âTell me thenâ
âThe Great Detective â
âSpeak now!â
âHe is my everything, my world and the king â
âWe love himâ
âHe is our leader â
âThe world saviorâ
âYou are a fanaticâ
âA psychoâ
âThis is a cult â
âSave yourself â
âCome Buckâ
âWhat the hell? How did you trap us?â
Captain America grapples Batman chopping his neck as he goes unconscious throwing him into the pod as it encloses in him. Bucky spins about kicking Dick in to the other pod available for use enclosing him too.
The end
#chris evans#steve rogers#captain america#evil captain america#sebastian stan#buckybarnes#evil Bucky Barnes#the winter soldier#hypnosis#mind control#reprogramming#hypno slave#hypno submission#mind control slaves#Mystic Knights
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Hi there, just found your "just cake" fic and I am interested in how it continues.
What i'm saying is, please continue this fic, villainxhenchman is now one of my favorite writeblr tags.
-@the-agency-archives
Hi! I'm glad you liked part 1. Now get ready for...
...
Just Cake #2
The commonly known thing about old-fashioned traps was that when they failed to trap you, you got to tease the creator of it relentlessly. A net, seriously? People have tried before, sweetheart. Better luck next time.
The inconvenient thing about old-fashioned traps was that when done properly, they did their job damn well. It was exceptionally embarrassing to get caught in one. You should have seen that coming. Alas, you didnât. Fool.
The henchman had tried pushing the villain out of the way once they noticed the trap. So now they were both caught. The villain hovered over them in the really quite cramped space of the net. Wasnât that wonderful?
The villain gave the net a testing jerk. It didnât do them any good.
âWho the fuck even uses nets these days?â the villain hissed.
âIt does seem weâre quite literally trapped, boss.â
âNo, weâre fuckinâ notââ the villain tugged on the net violentlyâ âUNSTUCK YOURSELF!â
âThatâs not how traps work, boss.â
It was a definitely never to be mentioned ever again kind of situation, really.
The villain settled into a relative silence. They clawed at the net with one of their blades while growling and cursing occasionally. They tended to be silent most of the time, but the henchman knew very well just how varied their cursing vocabulary was.
They were sure the villain had far exceeded their word limit for the day. Their voice was furious. Cutting.
But not cutting enough to slice through the ropes.
Henchman smiled at their internal commentary; glad they didnât blurt it out like they so often managed.
There was nothing better to do, and so they watched the villain struggle. They hung really quite skillfully above the henchman, somehow not falling down on top of them. Not that the henchman would especially mind. It was quite cold out there.
They briefly wondered who would even set up a trap that far out in the woods. The obvious answer was someone who lived around. Secret hideouts and all that jazz.
The thing which bothered them the most however was that whoever set the trap up was skilled. Skilled enough to have them both trapped. The villain especially was not easily trapped. Once that whoever came around, they would still be stuck and practically at their mercy. The henchman doubted there would be mercy to be found.
The net moved under the villainâs persistent attempts.
Cold air breezed past. The henchman came to the conclusion that someone showing up was better than freezing to death.Â
The villainâs yell startled them out of their thoughts.
âSCREW THAT!â
âScrew me,â please.
The villain obviously stopped themself from cursing again, turning to look at the henchman. âHm?â they said, which henchman translated as âyouâve said something?â
âNothing.â Here we go again. Saying stuff.
The villain measured the few nicks they managed to inconvenience the rope with. They huffed an exhale. âThatâs not going to work, is it?â
âIâd presume we wonât be able to get out of a net specifically made to capture and hold magical things, boss.â
The villain huffed another exhale. They hid their knife. Then they looked down at the henchman, slumping slightly.
âDo you suppose I could sort of hm⊠flop down on you? Really uncomfortable up here.â
âConserve your energy.â
The villain slumped on top of them.
The net was quite uncomfortable under their back even before, but with the added weight, it reached a whole new stage of discomfort. There was nothing the henchman could do about that. Except for maybe miraculously breaking them both out of the trap and acting like it never happened. A minion could dream.
âYouâre warm,â the villain said.
âHuh.â The henchman didnât really manage to figure out a better reaction. They felt too warm entirely, just about bellow the boiling point. It definitely had nothing to do with their proximity. Nope. Not at all.
They both stayed perfectly still.
The henchman considered shuffling, but they had a feeling it would be even more uncomfortable than before.
âDo you regret anything?â
The villain seemed to mumble that mostly to themself, but given the whole situation, the henchman caught it anyway.
âDonât think about dying yet, boss. Weâll have plenty of chances to make it out.â
The villain hummed, unconvinced.
The henchman hardly convinced themself, so it was no surprise. They decided to answer the villainâs question at least. Death loomed over them with the deft finality of a trap shutting down with chilling-to-the-bones precision. Just like it did.
Nothing to lose but the vague concept of dignity, huh?
âI regret ruining your birthday cake.â
The villain was perfectly still for a moment. Then they lifted themself to look the henchman in the eyes. âMy what?â
âWell⊠you see, the thing that splattered on your doorstep⊠on your birthday day?â
The villain blinked.
The henchman looked away. It was such an awkward thing, wasnât it? Of all the things they could have chosen⊠then again. You make someone cake and then you drop it like a clumsy tool. The sole act of baking the villain cake was borderline ridiculous and entirely unprofessional, too.
âYou know when my birthday is?â
âYou mentioned you were born on Vampire Day once, in relation to the Candle Parade, so thatâs a day after the autumn equinox, so⊠Thatâs that.â
The villain hummed quietly, thinking. They rested back down.
The henchman held perfectly still, as if that could somehow remove all of their embarrassment. They measured their breathing, for all it was worth. They had a feeling the villain could sense how uncomfortable they were anyway, but hopefully played it on the whole stuck-in-a-net situation.
âNobodyâs ever given me birthday cake before.â
âOh, really?â The henchman tried to see the villainâs face. It was a whole new of an uncomfortable movement, so they stopped.
âYouâre the first.â
âBut IâveâŠâ Ruined it. Splattered it. Fucked up spectacularly. ââŠdropped it.â
âWorse things happen,â the villain said. âI appreciate the effort.â
âI didnât even wish you⊠anything.â It had been a busy day. The henchman forgot about the villainâs birthday, except for all of the inconvenient times when they really couldnât say their thing. Like in the middle of a fight, when they were in the bathroom, or when the villain finally fell asleep and the henchman didnât want to wake them up.
Might as well fix that now. âHappy belated birthday.â
âHm. Thank you.â
It made the henchman very comfortably warm. Convenient for the villain, they supposed, since they were being used as a personal heater at the moment.
âWhatâs your regret?â
âHm?â The villain sounded almost startled.
âYour regret.â Henchman tried to adjust their head to get at least a little bit more comfortable. It only got worse. They rested back to the way they were. âYou know my regret. I want to know yours.â
It took the villain a long time to make a sound again. The henchman thought perhaps they crossed the professional line too far, stepped just beyond the acceptable. They prepared their sorry, I shouldnât have asked that but the villain spoke first.
âI suppose thatâs fair.â
They are very fidgety all of a sudden. But at least they sounded like the henchmanâs head might stay on their neck.
âSo.â The villain cleared their throat. They searched for words and seemed to come out short.
âYou donât have to tell me if youâd prefer not to.â
âNo, IâmâŠâ The villain inhaled deeply. In a wave of composure, they spoke at once: âActually, it partly involves youâI mean, it entirely involves youâand the thing is that you, sincerelyââ
The villainâs attention shifted.
The henchman felt the silence settle over them. The last words were like stones falling into the lake, vanishing to leave but circles running on the surface.
In the silence, the henchman finally registered the someone moving closer.
The villain shifted in an attempt of a defence position despite the power-suppressing net and the inconveniently squished henchman underneath them. They bared their teeth in a snarl.
âLook who weâve caught,â an entirely too sweet voice said. âWell, arenât you two adorable?â
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Part 3
#snippet#writeblr#writing#creative writing#heroes and villains#villains#villain x villain#villain x henchman#i copied the text to tumblr and did the whole formatting thing and then i found the internet connection had just vanished since its stormy#luckily it saved in a blip of internet before our internet shut down entirely#but yeah that was a Stressful moment#anyways. hope you enjoy the second part
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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?
Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "verycharismaticdragon "?
I'm not the best at remembering things past the hyperfix, so half of this will be SV, but I'll start at prev fandoms for variety.
Artificial Nocturne (Motorcity) - I've read this ages ago but I remember it rearranging my brain chemistry. And making me realize I had a scar kink.
An Abomination, Grand Cleric Elthina's Murderer and the Herald of Andraste walk into a Bar (Dragon Age) - it's probably abandoned but it's so good. Anders and Varric in this are so *incoherent gesturing*
intra-personal negotiation (Venom) - I don't understand why I didn't bookmark a single Venom fic even though I distinctly remember like 5 straight bangers, but thankfully I'm following this author at least â
deathbed (Qi Ye) - that time I was whining there were no first life JBY/ZZS fics and then! Anyway it's understandably melancholy it's also very pretty and exactly right as it should be.
the good rain knows when to fall (TYK) - you should be reading Bichen's entire discography fic collection I just remembered this one first. This one is lighthearted old foxes clowning! The author's angst and cannibalism are also top-notch đ
Ok now to SVSSS.
Joyed to be Forlorn - THE binghe fic for me. inspired me to start digging into Luo Binghe's character in a way that resulted in Transmigrator Time Traveler, hopefully thats recommendation enough
continued - possibly THE best fic in scum villain fandom. the format alone... oh just read it, you'll see what I mean.
A Child Once - again, i could rec Tossawary's entire discography, but this one is my personal favorite. (if your fav character is SQH though, the one you want is pride is not the word I'm looking for. aka THE sqh fic.)
sweet tongues, sharp teeth - unfinished but raw enough to lodge itself in my brain despite that.
Tale Within A Tale - cute as fuck. made me kick my legs and giggle many times. ...and because once I started pulling up SV fics it was difficult to stop...
side effects (rated E) - part 2 in particular didnt have to go so hard for a fic where the premise is 'bingqiu with tentacles'
don't underestimate me (rated E) - "all for the sake of preserving biodiversity!" god shen yuan SO would be in this situation.
The Best Luo Binghe (rated E) - binggeyuan. shen yuan SO would be in this situation, take 2.
put me in, coach (rated M) - bingqiushang. so fucking funny okay i love it so much
from your knees (rated E) - bingjiu. they're so rancid in this one its perfect đ€
...Damn, this really puts the difference between my non-hyperfix and hyperfix memory into perspective, huh đ
i actually had to trim the sv list a bit đ
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Anyway, yeah, my username actually just references an rp session we had with friends quite a few years back. Where at a certain point my character was referenced as "a VERY charismatic dragon" after managing to turn the antagonist by impressing them (thanks to some VERY lucky dice rolls). And I was dissatisfied with my old username at the time, and thought it sounded funny and snappy enough, so - stars aligned and all that. I'm happy with it still! Probably because dragons are always cool âïž
#svsss#motorcity#dragon age#venom#qi ye#tian ya ke#<- for org purposes on my blog#đ thanks for the ask!
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Underneath the Black Veil: Jude Jazza Premium
This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.
(What a disgustin' place.)
I cursed inwardly in front of the church altar after I put all the followers to sleep.
(Why the hell would I bind myself in an eternal promise to someone else, as if that made anythin' better?)
(A vow of love's nothin' more than a curse.)
(What's so great 'bout cursing each other to stick together in sickness or in health?)
The sacred atmosphere, the solemn sound of the organ, the sweet fragrance of the flowers... It all seemed cursed to me.
No "vow" could ever be considered beautiful.
Not for me, anyway.
Just then, the door opened and Kate appeared, wearing a jet-black dress.
(Damn, she looks nervous.)
I watched as she pressed her lips together and looked at me.
The moment our eyes met, a strange look came over her face.
(What's that all about?)
She got this dreamy look in her eyes, like she had a fever or something.
And she began to slowly walk down the aisle toward me.
(Ha...)
(What an idiot. Don't tell me ya got caught up in the moment?)
(Sometimes she's so damned stupid I actually worry about her.)
Jude: "What're ya doin', facial exercises?"
Kate: "Huh?"
It was like she didn't even realize she'd reached the altar until I said something.
She just blinked at me.
(She took on the daft job of being Fairytale Keeper 'n so far she's kept her promise.)
(What a hopeless princess.)
She stood there in her wedding dress, looking utterly defenseless.
The thought crossed my mind that I could tear her to shreds in an instant if I wanted to.
Jude: "Lookin' like you're on another planet. Sure ya wanna get hitched?"
Just then, a gentle-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.
(Must be the leader.)
Man with glasses: "We are gathered together today to celebrate the true love between our new followers."
Amore: "My name is Amore, the leader of Amour. I am a servant of love, who will grant your love eternal."
(This git's a total nutter.)
He made all these exaggerated gestures while he spoke like some kind of dimwit.
It was so creepy I was getting goosebumps.
(Could just shut him up right now by puttin' him to sleep.)
(But I've gone to way too much trouble. I won't be satisfied till tease her a bit.)
I remembered the investigation report I read on the way here.
("The lovers are most likely poisoned somehow once they take their vows.")
In that case...
(An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And poison for poison.)
Amore: "Now, there is no need for vows between two people who truly love each other."
Amore: "So if you pledge your eternal love, close your eyes and seal that pledge with a kiss."
Kate: "...O-oh."
Kate's breath caught in her throat.
(Why's she so flustered when she knows we're not gonna actually do it?)
I grabbed her chin and felt her tense up beneath my touch.
And when I pulled her closer, her eyes were so big you'd think they were gonna fall out of her head.
Kate: "Ah..."
Jude: "Hm."
(Look up at me, princess. I'll move my face close to make it seem like we're kissin'.)
Her cheeks slowly turned red as she tipped her face up toward me.
(...Huh?)
(Does she really think I'm gonna kiss her?)
I stared at her in disbelief, watching as her lips trembled.
I could tell she was a nervous wreck.
But even still, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
(Hah...)
(I didn't think even she was this foolish.)
-Flashback-
Kate: "I'm sure lots of people don't actually believe that their love will last forever just because they exchange vows and have a ceremony in a church."
Kate: "But what's important is that they tell each other they intend to keep those vows."
Kate: "And when they think they might break their vows, they'll remember that day when they swore to each other."
Kate: "And maybe that'll keep them going to try to find a solution."
-Flashback ends-
So naive it made me wanna throw up.
But it probably sounded like the truth to her.
(Stupidly honest, ridiculously obedient and to good for this world.)
(A princess who never knew hardship in her life, who truly believed in her ridiculous naivete.)
(To think a woman like her would swear to stay with me forever... What a joke.)
I envied her for believing in such ridiculous positivity...
But at the same time, the sadistic side of me wanted to ruin it for her just to make her understand.
Jude: "...Ya actually closed your eyes?"
Kate: "Yes?"
Her eyes, which had been closed to accept the kiss, fluttered open.
Jude: "Ya really are an idiot."
I stared into her wide eyes as I brushed my lips against hers.
Her body trembled as she stared at me in shock.
Kate: "A-ahh..."
Jude: "Pfft, look at that dumb face."
(Maybe this'll teach her a lesson for once.)
Amore: "Well, then. I hereby recognize you as husband and wife. Now I shall make your love eternal."
Amore: "Pour this wine into each other's mouths."
Amore dramatically took out two wine glasses.
Jude: "So, this your secret remedy for makin' love eternal, huh?"
Amore: "Yes, that's right."
I was certain the wine was poisoned.
(Haha. What a nice smile.)
I started to feel excited when I pictured that smile distorting with pain.
Jude: "By the way, didja know your waiters spilled water on us today?"
Amore: "...Huh?"
I poured the wine over his head, drenching him.
I aimed just so that I could be sure it would go into his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Amore: "Bwaaah?!"
He immediately became distraught and rushed to the cupboard by the altar.
Kate: "What in the world is he doing?"
Jude: "Lookin' for the antidote, I'd bet."
Kate: "Antidote...?"
The color drained out of her face.
She must've put two and two together about the wine.
Kate: "How did you know?"
Jude: "I read Victor's report on the way here."
She stared at me as if to say this was the first she'd heard of it.
(Course it is, 'cuz I didn't tell ya.)
(If I'd told her, she would've blurted out somethin' stupid anyway.)
I ignored her gaze as I walked over to Amore as he took out a vial from the cupboard.
And I grabbed his wrist before he could open it.
Jude: "Ya ever heard of gettin' a taste of your own medicine? That's what ya deserve for makin' other people suffer."
Jude: "Why'd ya get to live while others die? Selfish piece of shit."
Amore: "Ugh... arghhh!"
(I can make ya scream even louder.)
(The poison must be taking effect.)
Amore: "Th-there's no time! Let me go! P-please, I'll do anything!"
Jude: "Anythin'? All right. How 'bout we sign a contract?"
Jude: "A contract to do whatever the hell I say till ya die. You'll make that vow, won't ya?"
After I saw him nod, I let go of his wrist.
He looked so frantic I almost laughed as he gulped down the antidote.
(Yeah, yeah. Nice job.)
I poked his forehead with my fingertips.
And, with my ability, he instantly dropped to the floor in a deep sleep.
Kate: "What do you plan on doing with him?"
Jude: "Haven't decided yet."
I looked down at the leader, who lay on the floor.
(Could use him for experiments, throw him onto a cargo ship...)
Kate: "Hey, where are all the followers, anyway?"
Jude: "Dreamin'. Even the guy playin' the organ went down in the middle."
(At any rate, the mission was a success.)
(That's what she's probably thinkin'.)
I let out an exasperated sigh when I heard her sigh with relief.
Jude: "Had no idea ya were 'bout to sign a dangerous contract, huh?"
Kate: "What?"
She blinked at me and tipped her head cutely to the side.
(Did she already forget what happened?)
(She's more dangerous than I thought.)
(How in the world did she manage to survive this long?)
Jude: "The whole, if ya wanna pledge your eternal love, close your eyes deal."
Jude: "Ya closed your eyes. So ya wanna spend the rest of your life gettin' tortured by me, huh?"
She took about five seconds, and then it finally hit her.
Even her neck turned bright red this time.
Kate: "I thought we had to kiss so you could have a chance to catch him!"
Jude: "All ya had to do was just lean in close 'n we coulda pretended to kiss."
Kate: "B-but then why did you kiss me?!"
Kate: "You should've just pretended, then!"
Jude: "Wanted to see that ridiculous look on your face after."
(Even if it's fake, sealin' your vows with a kiss is a daft idea. That's your punishment for going along with it so easily.)
Jude: "Don't worry. I had no intention of closin' MY eyes."
Kate: "That's not why I closed my eyes!"
Jude: "Uh-huh. Sure."
Her face was still bright red, but now she was speechless and shaking.
(Damn. I love that face. It's the cutest thing.)
Jude: "That ain't the kinda face a blushin' bride makes."
Kate: "I am NOT your bride!"
I wondered how much of this rubbish world I'd have to show her... in order to make that pretty face of hers distort with despair.
(For some reason, I can't even picture it.)
Instead, I pictured her standing proudly, glaring at the harsh reality even if she was covered in filth.
And something stupid tingled deep inside my stomach.
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i read your reblog last night right before bed and i really shouldn't have because i couldn't fall asleep because of how damn giddy it had me like skjkdjjd kicking my feet with the biggest dorkiest smile on my face like this is MY WIFE FRFR we're đ€đ€đ
i can't believe light was inspired by the absolute bread crumbs that i threw into your ask box like i had to go back and read what you could have even taken from that lmao đđ what's crazy is that i remember being đ€ so close to adding light to my favorite ateez songs (mostly bc of that yunho fancam iykyk) but yes, seonghwa is just soso made for angel fiction, it's woven in his dna.
speaking of light!seonghwa, your explanations do make much more sense now concerning his romance arc and the dynamic with reader. i'm also very prone to bad-boy-blindness so đđ i can fix him frfr (reader is a scientist after all). and omg the sequel ideas, i think it'd be time to bring that betrayal arc to life. reader.. cleans up the angel with dr. choi's help and then he rids of them and all otherworldly messes they left behind once and for all. & goes public about his (and reader's) research under a heroic preface. đ and since the angel ended seonghwa's business by then. they can fight it out in heaven or hell, wherever they end up. everyone's happy ever after?
it's like the answer was there all along. if everything/everyone has evil and good inside of them of course there isn't one or the other to find balance with each other. only out-doing each other's evilness/goodness. đźâđš
you can use me anytime to yap your brains out. i love love love hearing about the behind the scenes, the process and (original) train of thought and how different our interpretations can turn out to be. i'd read it over and over again, like enrichment that gives the story more life. đ„°
still can't believe light was for me. like. huh? me? đđ i caused this? and you did all the amazing work. đ this is one of the sweetest things anyone's ever done and you being so shy to mention it until the very end!! like skjsdfjkn i was already rolling around in bed and you had to put the cherry on top and break me đ«šđ«š is there another step after marriage because?? pls don't say divorce lmao
YOU'RE A GIFT! MOST PRECIOUS! ALL THE LOVE FOR YOU! MWAH MWAH đđ«Š (tell me these essays we write aren't the modern way of handwritten loveletters)
â chron đ
omgg stop that's exactly what happened with me when i read your reblog I SPENT AN HOUR ON IT A SOLID HOUR i did it for my wife frr đ€đ€đ and then i kept thinking about it and ugh readers like you make writing so worth it :'))
omg yes bruh bc i had no idea what to write next, and ever since your dazzling light reblog it got me thinking if i could write more angel fics and then you sent your preferred tropes and genres in the ask and i um cooked sth up with what i had hehe (seonghwa was the member of choice bc i hadn't written him in a while, and the title just fit so well even tho it was mostly unintentional lmao) and omg yes light is such a sweet song and yunho fancam hehe i think i know what you're talking about
bad-boy blindness is so real, me as the writer had it and then i had a few days off from writing in between and that's when clarity hit me-- that seonghwa is supposed to be the villain, the baddest. he gets no redemption, and that is his tragedy. and omg not you going strong with the betrayal arc AHAHAHA i mean... greed is a real thing. reader had it. dr. choi def has it too. he's capable of doing that heuheuheue. i don't think we could ever get a happy ever after in this fic tho đ we did it with hala hala we couldn't do the same thing here :')
aw that's literally so sweet of you. i mean it when i say, readers like you are genuinely what makes this site worth it and what makes me want to write and post. and honestly, talking about the process of writing a certain fic or the different interpretations of it etc makes me the happiest! it's my fav thing and i always look forward to talking about it in the reblogs, comments or anywhere (and i'm glad readers are able to pick them details or ask about it-- and you def do every time it's the best thing ever :')) thank you!)
YES. light was for you. i honestly should have tagged you (i'll tag you next time i promise) but i have to credit you for the trigger that brought this fic to life- the dazzling light reblog (which got me thinking about angels) and then the tropes/genres (which got me thinking what if seonghwa angel and angel bad) LMAO yes that was my thought process. and i'm very shy even tho i may not seem like it lmao
OMG did i break you AHAHAHAHA next step after marriage is definitely divorce (i'm about to say sth 18+ i have to stop myself but just read that rolling around in bed putting the cherry on top and breaking you line in a diff context-)
NO YOU ARE THE GIFT YOU ARE SO SOOO PRECIOUS AND THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU LOVE đđ HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY WEEK!
#we're def exchanging love letters atp there's no way these asks/answers can be called mere essays#also i'm sorry for calling myself shy and then making a rated joke right after#chron <3#đ anon#fic: light#yumi.asks
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WTF
Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (female)
Warning: Some cursing
âWhat do you mean I am being benched?â you yelled at the Commissioner as you paced around the room. âI am the top Hero here, Tsukauchi! Why the heck would you do this to me? Besides, you know you need me for the next mission!?â âWe received intel on current situations that threaten your safety. It seems that you are being targeted by the League of Villains (LV) and your recent run-in with Dabi has all agencies on high alert.â Tsukauchi sat behind his desk rubbing his temples as if trying to relieve a headache. âOH?! (you exclaimed, stopping in your tracks) All agencies huh?â âYes. All agencies.â You crossed your arms and gave him a side glance âSoâŠwhich one gave you the intel?â âDynamightâs.â âDynamight?!â you slammed your hands on his desk âYâŠyes.â You knew better than to be taking your frustration out on the man in front of you. This turn of events wasnât his doing after all. He was just following protocol. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration and softly sighed âI see.â You turned to exit the Commissionerâs office â(Y/H/N)âŠwhâŠwhere are you going? This is only temporary. At least until we can figure out why the League is after you.â âYou already know why. And donât worry, Iâll be back. Right after I set HIS ass on FIRE!!!!â With a confused look on his face, Tsukauchi watched as you let the door slam behind you âHis ass? She doesnât mean DynamightâsâŠdoes she?âÂ
No one at Hero Public Safety Commision (HPSC) knew of your current relationship with the #2 Hero Dynamight and the #8 Hero Red Riot. Due to your line of work, it was safer this way. Heck, other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, who had recently been elected President of the HPSC, no one even knew your true identity. The saddest part out of all this secrecy was that not even your own boyfriends knew just how powerful you were.Â
Your telekinesis quirk had manifested at an early age and it quickly caught the attention of the HPSC. Your quirk not only allowed you to move objects, but you could also manipulate matter at will. Your limitation was your own imagination. The HPSC approached your family with an offer to have you trained as a member of an elite group of heroes but you would need to keep your abilities a secret. You were allowed to attend UA as part of the General Studies course and thatâs where you met the boys.   Â
âUGH! DAMN YOU KATSUKI! Why the heck arenât you answering your phone?â You threw your cell phone over to the passenger seat of your SUV. All your calls kept going to voicemail and he wasnât reading any of your text messages. The staff at his agency wouldnât tell you where he was, only that he wasnât available. This of course was standard procedure. They donât know your Dynamightâs girlfriend and as far as theyâre concerned you could be a villain plotting to attack the #2 Hero.Â
Your heart was racing with anger as you pulled up to the front gate and saw thier cars parked in the driveway. Trying to keep your calm, you think back to the day on the lake when the three of you confessed your feelings for each other. How the heck do 3 best friends fall in love with one another. The thought still baffled you but the past year had been so amazing and now here you were sharing a home with them. Even though you had some reservation at first. Things had been going great up until 2 weeks ago when you were approached by the notorious villain, Dabi.Â
Your undercover job at the Hero Commission was working in the PR Department. You were at a mall signing with some sidekicks and thatâs where Dabi saw you. He was scoping the scene to gain intel for the LV and took a liking to you. He had no clue who you were, much less that you were a Secret Agent for the HPSC or in a relationship with the #2 and #8 Heroes. He managed to corner you behind the stage and struck up a conversation. Before you knew it he was trying to recruit you into the League of Villains and then tried kidnapping you when you refused. After a brief scuffle which led to a fight between him and the present Heroes, he escaped and you managed to walk away with only a few minor burns. However, the whole ordeal freaked out your overprotective boyfriends and for the past few weeks they have been pushing you to quit your job and stay home where they could keep you safe. Their lack of faith in your abilities has made you bitter towards them but then how could you blame them, they donât know what youâre capable of. Â
You rush into the house and are quickly greeted by Kirishima hugging you. âHey baby! Youâre home early. WhaâŠwhat are you wearing?â In your rush to get home to confront Katsuki you forgot to change out of your hero costume. âUmmmâŠNevermind thatâŠwhere is HE?!?!â âBakugo?â âYES! Bakugo! Where the HELL is he?!â âBaby are you ok? You seem a little agitated.â âOH! I seem a little agitated. I am way passed agitated! Where the FUCK is he RED?!â âUmmmâŠbaby??â You push a stunned Kirishima aside and head to the outdoor training facility. He chased after you, but to his surprise you were so much faster than him. At this point you are so angry that you are no longer in control of your quirk and flames start to spread all over your body.    Â
You smash the doors to the training facility âBAKUGO KATSUKI!!!!â You have now unleashed the full power of your quirk and are flying high engulfed in flames. Bakugo is staring at you in horror and disbelief. âPrincess??? YouâŠyouâŠcan fly? What the CRAP!?â You start shooting flames and hurling nearby objects at him simultaneously. âBaby Girl? What theâŠ? StopâŠyou idiot.â He tries to dodge your attacks but one after another you land them all. You manage to pin him under a boulder, knocking him unconscious. â(Y/N)!!!!â Kirishima finally runs in âSTOP!!!! What are you doing? Youâre going to kill him!â and with those words you look down to where Katsuki is lying. The shock of what you have just done over takes you and you collapse to the ground in tears. âKatsuki? IâŠIâŠIâm sorry.â You lift the boulder off of him as Kirishima rushes to his side.Â
âIsâŠis he ok?â âHeâs unconscious. We need to get him to the hospital. He might have head trauma.â âWhat?â âComâon.â Kirishima lifts him up in one swoop and the two of you rush to the car. You climb in the back seat of the truck and Kiri places Bakugo in your lab. âKatsukiâŠbabeâŠI am so sorry. Please be ok. I didnât mean toâŠâ You say softly as your tears fall onto his face. âBabyâŠpleaseâŠI am sorry. PleaseâŠI was just so angry.â â(Y/N), what the hell is going on? What was that? Iâve never seen you display that type of power before. Where did that come from?â âThis is my power.â you reply with a heavy sigh and tears streaming down your face. âWhat?â âKiriâŠplease just get us to the hospital. Iâll explain everything later.â âOk baby butâŠumâŠI am not going to lieâŠuhâŠI am pretty terrified of you right now.â âIâm pretty terrified of myself too. (you look down at Katsuki) BabyâŠcan you hear me?â He opens his eyes slightly âPrincessâŠyou dumbassâŠwhat the heck was that?â âOH BABY! ShhhhhâŠdonât talk. We are taking you to the hospital. I am sooooo sorry.â
Once at the hospital, Bakugo is quickly taken in to see a healer. You and Kirishima are sitting across from each other in the waiting room. Normally he would be all over you in situations like this but after what he just witnessed, heâs been keeping his distance and you donât blame him. Your phone rings âHey. I am at the hospital. Can you come meet me here? Great. Thanks.â âWho was that?â âThe Commissioner.â âWhat? Why is he calling you?â You donât respond to Kirishimaâs questions. The nurse walks in âHe has been asking for you both. You can go in and see him now.â You walk in silence to his room. Kirishima walks in first. âKatsuki! Are you ok babe?â âYeahâŠshity hairâŠI am fine. Where is (y/n)?â You step out from behind Kirishima. âHey.â âHey? Is that all you have to say to me?â He is angry but not as angry as you expect. âWhat the FUCK was that? Since when do you have that kind of power?â âI was angry at you. You had me benched.â âWhat? What do you mean I had you benched?â âYour agency. They called the HPSC and had me benched.â âPrincessâŠyouâre going to need to do some more explaining than that because I donât have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about Dumbass and what the HECK are you wearing!â Just then, Naomasa Tsukauchi walks in. â(Y/H/N)?â âItâs ok, Tsukauchi. You can call me by my real name here.â Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you in confusion. âUm (y/n)âŠwhy is the Commissioner here and why did he just call you (Y/H/N)?â âBecause thatâs my Hero name.â Bakugo and Kirishima are both staring at you with a look of confusion âWHAT THE FUCK?!!!â
#bakugo x reader#bakugo x kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou#bakugou katsuki#bakugo katuski#mha smut#female#bakugo x kirishima x reader (female)
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My PPG WIP as DBZA Quotes - Part 1
*Boomer and Butch break free of Him's hypnosis, only to be badly beaten by Him, and are laying on the ground unconscious*
Brick: MY BABY BROTHERS!
(Brick angrily charges at HIM)
The Powerpuff Girls: Brick, no!
Brick: BRICK, YESSSSSSS!
....
*Brick laying in an ocean, after sparring with Boomer who managed to kick him that far*
Brick: Huh, this is a new feeling: pride in someone else.
(Brick wipes his face and looks at the blood)
Brick: Unfortunately, it's overshadowed by all this UNYIELDING RAGE!
....
Professor Utonium, as Powerprof in a fight: Rocket Punch!
The Powerpuff Girls, internally: Wow, really?
The Rowdyruff Boys, internally: THAT IS SO COOL!
....
Ms. Keane: GET YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF THEM, YOU DAMN DIRTY APE!
Giant Mojo Jojo: Oh, very creative. And what exactly will you do if I don't?
Ms. Keane: I'll make you regret it! Law of mass dictates that the mass of an object dramatically increases the force of impact when said object collides with the ground; and, with your size, you'll make an extensively large impact upon your inevitable defeat!
Mojo, The Rowdyruff Boys, The Powerpuff Girls, and the entire City of Townsville: What?
Ms. Keane: The bigger they are, the harder they fall!
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Princess, while being carried by Blossom: Oh, well how nice of you to finally come and get me... Oh and leave me stranded all on my own to fend for myself! City's going to hell, I almost die, and I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!
Blossom, calmly: Princess, how high would you have to fall from to hit terminal velocity?
Princess:
Blossom: I thought so.
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Buttercup, about the villains who escaped: We don't need Blossom, Brick, or anyone else. We have enough badass on our team as it is! Now if you'll excuse me, you can all just sit on your hand while I go up there and take care of business.
Elmer: Or, maybe we can hide, sneak closer to them, survey the situation from up close and perhaps catch them by surprise?
Bubbles:
Buttercup:
Boomer:
Mitch:
Princess:
Robin:
Butch: ...y'all are bitches.
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*Bubbles and Boomer are sparring*
Boomer, internally: Damn it, she's tough. I guess that's what I should expect from a Powerpuff Girl.
Bubbles, internally: đ¶ Baby shark do-do-do-do-do-doâ đ¶
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HIM, to Mojo Jojo, about the Rowdyruff Boys: They'll see their life long purpose of destroying the girls to the end, even if it kills them.
The Rowdyruff Boys: We quit.
HIM: I'LL KILL THEM!
Mojo Jojo: What did they say?
Brick: We quit.
Butch: I'm done.
Boomer: They win!
HIM and Mojo Jojo: EVERY WORD YOU SPOKE HAS MADE ME VIOLENTLY ANGRY!
HIM and Mojo Jojo: Oh look, now I'm agreeing with HIM/Mojo. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!
#ppg#the powerpuff girls#the rowdyruff boys#blossom utonium#bubbles utonium#buttercup utonium#brick rrb#butch rrb#boomer rrb#brick keane#boomer keane#butch keane#him#mojo jojo#ms. keane#professor utonium#princess morbucks#robin snyder#mitch mitchelson#elmer sgloo#incorrect ppg quotes#source: dbz abridged
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