#with a wreckless abandon

[chaos--gremlin]

Fanart

[taiyami]

Can I request a Joey :> he is my yugioh pookie

I couldn't remember for the life of me what scapegoats looked like. They're shapes, right ??

[shivroy]

these ones are not as narsty as many of my other ao3 jaunts have been but they are no less pleasing and weird (from my standpoint as the author anyways). oh my god shiv roy. ENJOY

[trans-xianxian]

looooove when kittens are just little grubs

[dino--draws]

someone needs to make me stop listeninf to Two Birds on a Wire

[silks-up-my-sleeve]

Why do I come up with my best blurb ideas so late at night???

[giantkillerjack]

just got my wife off first thing in the morning and tbh i am going into this day with a hell of a sense of accomplishment

[theasylumchild]

Got bad news medically. At least I’m getting a couple day break from antibiotics. I’m about to get so fucking drunk

[kathril]

anyway im experiencing big purchase anxiety over tamagotchi cuz i found a Good Deal on one... but also i need to buy a vacuum cleaner this month... but also what if a tamagotchi and a henry hoover could fall in love and i'm keeping them apart

[midnightsapphire]

Hoodie

pairings : human!jake sully x human!reader ; navi!jake sully x navi!reader

warnings : abandonment, angst no comfort, eventual unrequited love

synopsis : you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

Break My Heart (Part 2)

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You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)

What I still got in my closet (sad but true)

“You look cold, kid.” His voice rang out through the empty lab, nearly spooking the young biologist out of her stool as she tore her eyes away from the microscope, glancing down at the wheelchair clad man that she didn’t even know wheeled into her space. A small smile creeped onto her face as she turned to face the man, shrugging her shoulders as she rubbed her numb hands together to cause some heat. 

“And you look like you’re not supposed to be here after hours.” She teased back, raising a taunting eyebrow as Jake rose his hands in defense, a crooked smirk adorning his own face as he wheeled himself next to her, eyeing the many loose papers strewn across her desk, no doubt putting in some extra work away from the prying eyes of her companions- more like competition. 

“Guilty. Couldn’t just leave a pretty thing like you here alone, could I?” Jake said with a breathless laugh, head tilting as he saw (Y/N) turn back to her work, flicking the small knobs of her microscope, eyes furrowed as she tried to get a clear shot of the wild vegetation collected by her’s truly. 

“Why are you really here, Jarhead?” (Y/N) teased lightly, twitching when she felt nimble fingers poke her side playfully, only then glaring at Jake as he leaned as best he could, draping a tattered old hoodie across her shoulders, instantly bringing warmth not only to her cold shoulders, but to her reddening cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured you’d still be awake so.. I wanted to keep you company.” He said with a sheepish smile, one that he only held around her. 

“Well, make yourself useful and write this down.” (Y/N) teased, describing everything she saw as Jake hurriedly grabbed a pen, jotting whatever he could catch, far too distracted by the animated way she spoke to write every single detail. 

I slip it on over my shoulders

Something I'll never get over

It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

“You won’t guess where we’re at.” Jake said in amazement the moment the link broke, disconnecting himself to his avatar, dragging his motionless legs out of the chamber as he slid himself into his wheelchair that (Y/N) graciously held still until he got himself situated.

“Do you know how wreckless that was?! You could have gotten hurt.” She sighed in relief, draping herself across his body into a tight hug as he patted her back, laughing to himself at the concern written all over her face.

His hands drifted to the rough material of his hoodie, a warmth spreading through his chest as he slightly pulled away from her body, glancing at her head to toe as she looked at him in confusion.

“What?” She asked, the sleeves of his hoodie stretched over the palms of her hands, tugging at the end of the hoodie as it wrinkled over her waist when she had engulfed him into a tight hug, now resting over the middle of her thighs.

“You’re wearing it.” He hummed, pulling playfully at the sleeve as she scoffed, swatting at his shoulder.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the smug smirk dancing across his face as she turned to hide the blush on her face. “It.. It calms me. Reminds me that eventually, you’ll be back.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, one Jake had to strain his ears to hear. Gently, he slung his hand into the hole of the sleeve, intertwining their hands. “For you? I’ll always come back.”

I can't keep your love

I can't keep your kiss

Gave you everything and all I got was this

“I’ll always come back.”

What a liar he was.

Day in and day out. Jake Sully found himself spending any chance he could in the link chambers, engrossed in all Pandora offered.

In all Neytiri offered.

(Y/N) had only heard fleeting whispers among the other scientists, how Jake Sully had found himself enamored by the chief’s daughter, who was assigned to teach him the ways of the people.

At first, it didn’t bother her. But with every growing day, every missed chance at conversation, it weighed on the woman’s heart as she saw his retreating back, not a word or greeting to her as she embarrassingly lowered her raised hand in greeting to him.

“She’s pretty.” (Y/N) mumbled, breaking the silence as she leaned over Jake’s unsuspecting shoulder. His body moved faster than his mind did, whipping his head towards her saddened gaze as his eyes softened.

“Sweetheart, you scared me.” He whispered, taking his hand in hers as he pulled her onto his lap. 

“Is that..?”

“Neytiri. She’s been teaching me everything I know. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen!” Jake said enthusiastically, his hands waving about as he spoke of the beautiful flora of Pandora, the Omaticaya, their customs.

(Y/N) couldn’t help herself, leaning forward as she cupped his face in her hands, bringing him in for a gentle kiss that left them both speechless.

“What was that for?” Jake asked with a gentle laugh, resting his forehead against hers.

“You wouldn’t shut up.”

“Think you might have to do it again, kid. I still have so much to talk about.”

I'm still rocking your hoodie

And chewing on the strings

It makes me think about you

“Will this work, Norm?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly, eyeing the growing avatar in the chamber as she nervously bit at the drawstrings of Jake’s hooding. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked at the splitting figure of herself, but much taller, more defined, more blue.

“Of course! It should be ready by the end of the week, then you can surprise your little lover boy.” Norm teased, tilting his head to the unaware marine hunched over his own desk, most likely reciting the native language lest he get yelled at again by his mentor. 

(Y/N) looked back at the encased chamber, glee filling her chest at the thought of exploring the world with the ex-marine, of learning- seeing the things he had talked so much to her about in the dead of night. 

“I can’t wait..”

So I wear it when I sleep

I kept the broken zipper

And cigarette burns

It was finally the day, the fateful day that she showed the love of her life the new addition she had worked so hard to achieve. Her fingers danced along themselves as she listened to the instructions the other scientists had given her, testing her motor skills before giving her the okay to venture out of the cramped lab. 

(Y/N) glanced around the wild flora of the world around her, almost in amazement as she took deep breaths of the native air. She walked along the soil, allowing it to dig in between her toes as she adjusted to the foreign terrain. 

“Jake?” She called out once she had reached the outskirts of the village, clutching the material of Jake’s hoodie close to her chest, finding any comfort she could in the smell of his cologne, the fading smell of cigarettes that lingered from the lab. 

“We have mated before Ewya.” She heard his familiar voice speak boldly to the people, hand clenched tightly into- who she assumed- was Neytiri’s hand. 

 (Y/N) felt her world stop as she saw Jake’s larger figure finally come to view, her hand loosening on his hoodie as she let out a breathless gasp. 

All those late night kisses.

The soft whispers into the night.

It had all been a lie. 

Still rocking your hoodie

Baby, even though it hurts

Jake’s ear twitched at the sound of movement at the edge of the forest, excusing himself momentarily as he followed the source of the sound, swearing he had seen a flash of blue dart away as he pushed away several leaves. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped on a soft material, glancing down at his feet as his heart stopped. 

His hoodie. 

The one he knew you never dared to take off. 

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Yandere Johnny

Manage This D*ck

Summary: Johnny doesn't like your coworker looking at you and decides to very obviously claim you.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: face fucking

You have been dating Johnny Slaughter for two years now. He wasn't exactly the best boyfriend; he was often gone, he drank a lot, and he was not exactly happy with the fact you wouldn't give up your job as the manager of the last market still up and running within fifty miles. But he does make you feel like the most desirable person in the world—and he fucks you like he means it.

“I don't like how that stock boy keeps lookin’ at ya,” he mutters into the crook of your neck as you stand by the exit of FreshMarket, his dark brown bangs tickling you. He says he comes in to let you know he's here to collect you, but you're certain at this point that it's to spy on you and your coworkers. 

“He's just a kid, barely turned 18 last month Johnny,” you respond, pulling back with a comforting yet exhausted expression and looking into his dark brown eyes. “I've had a long day, baby. Can we not argue about my coworkers for the millionth time?”

Johnny snorts. “Maybe you should rough up before work. Come in with some dirt stains and smellin’ like sweat.”

“Johnny, I'm the manager. There's a certain level of professionalism expected-”

A slow, crooked grin breaks out across his handsome face. 

You flatten your lips. “What?”

“I know what to do,” he says, his smile growing. He takes your hand and pulls you back into the store. 

“Hey-”

“Shh,” he says, still tugging you with him. He takes you to the bathrooms at the side of the store, and drags you into the family restroom, closing the door behind you. 

“Johnny-”

“On your knees, darlin’,” he says, his eyes glinting. 

“Johnny, I don't wanna lose my job,” you whine.

“You won't, barely anyone comes in late,” he says, setting a hand on your shoulder and applying pressure.

“The floor here is gross!” You protest, to which he rolls his eyes and finishes pushing you to your knees. 

“You'll need to wash up after this anyway,” he says, unbuckling his belt and pulling his already half-hard cock out. 

You swallow, your eyes gluing to the gorgeous cock in front of you. Goddamnit, Johnny knows your weaknesses too well. You can't resist his perfect fucking cock. 

You begrudgingly take it in your hand and pump, earning a low gravely moan from the back of his throat. 

“Shh!” you whisper, furrowing your brow at him. He just grins and slaps your cheek with it, smearing precum toward your lips, where you part them, taking the head in. 

The musky smell of his precum and natural body scent makes you lightheaded. It doesn't take long before you have both hands on him and his pants are around his ankles as he leans against the sink with one hand, the other wrapped around the back of your head. 

“Such a good slut for me,” he praises, his hips meeting your bobbing head, his balls swinging into your fist wrapped around his thickness. You squeeze your legs together as you feel yourself growing more aroused.

You pull back, panting. “Please fuck me?” You say quietly. 

“What's that baby?” He says, rubbing the head of his dick around your lips. 

“Fuck me, Johnny,” you plead, to which he laughs. 

“Much as I hate to deny when you beg, I want your tight little throat tonight,” he says, drawing your face back toward his length. 

You groan but cede to him, taking him back into your warm mouth. He thrusts harder this time, ramming into the back of your throat. You whimper and squeeze your eyes closed, but you can't help the sloppy wet sounds that eminate from you as he grips two hands on your head and forces you to take him as he fucks your face with wreckless abandon. 

Then, he presses his hips as far as he can, to where his balls slap against your chin, and his cock distends your throat. You can't breathe, and saliva coats your chin as you struggle to contain his length. 

But just as he's about to cum, he pulls his cock from your throat, leaving you gasping for air. 

Then, you feel it. Hot, sticky mess jets out, coating your face and hair in Johnny's cum. 

“What the fuck!” You whisper-yell, bringing your hand to your face. 

“Don't you dare touch it,” he growls, his tone genuinely threatening. “Get up.”

He pulls you up by the arm and unlocks the door, gesturing for you to go.

“Johnny, I'm the manager,” you hiss, to which he shrugs and pushes you out into the main store.

Thankfully, it's close to closing, but the store isn't yet empty. You duck your face and try to rush toward the thankfully close exit. But Johnny grabs your arm.

“Why don't you say goodbye to your little friend first?” He says, and before you can say anything he calls out, “hey! Stock boy!”

Your face turns entirely red as your young stock boy looks over and drops the box of mac-n-cheese he'd been putting up. 

“Have a good night, ya hear?” Johnny yells, waving. 

“Y-you too, uh,” he responds, his face flushed just as badly as yours. 

You practically run out of the building, Johnny cackling as he follows after you. 

“What the fuck was that!!” You scream, wiping his cum off your burning hot face. 

“Boy was getting too bold lookin’ at you. Now he can't possibly without seeing my cum all over that pretty little face ‘a yours.”

“I'm gonna lose my job!” You say, tears beginning to form.

Johnny takes your chin, turning you toward him. 

“You think that boy is gonna say a word? He just saw his hot-as-fuck manager covered in cum. He's gonna jerk his dick raw and call you Miss the next morning. Betcha won't ever need to ask him to do anything for ya more than once. You can thank me later,” he says with a cocky grin, then kisses you. 

“Now, get in the truck, and if you're good, I'll send you to work filled with my cum in the morning,” he says, slapping your ass as you climb in. 

You want to complain, but you know he's completely right.

Johnny's claimed you, and you couldn't deny it if you tried. 

[weirdfreakshow]

I'm still thinking about the gempearl rape stuff. so!

what about fox!gem with her own cute knotted cock, who gets so horribly turned on during breeding season that she's been locked away in her boat all day humping at her pillows, absolutely feral, needy, a complete mess. and pearl, being her kind and caring friend, who comes to check on her. who gets jumped as soon as gem hears her voice, and wastes no time in pushing pearl down, in ripping her post uniform. in fucking Pearl, teeth clamped on her shoulder. maybe even drawing a little blood she's biting her so hard, fucking her with wreckless abandon. and pearl doesn't want to hurt gem, begs her to stop, but gem is too far gone for it to matter. just driving herself into pearl over and over again, growling while she slams her knot home, pumping pearl full of cum like pearls just her breeding bitch and can only sit there under her and sob as she's filled up.

maybe she even cums from getting knotted, and has to deal with the humiliation of it. was it really rape if she came from it? could she ever tell anyone about it? would anyone believe her? gem was feral, out of her mind. can gem really be blamed? really, pearl should have known better than to come to her base when she did, it's pearls fault

-🎸🌻

I LOVE THISSS literally living rent free in my head. Uggh. I keep thinking about Gem biting Pearl so hard it pierces skin, tightening her jaw even more as she's getting close to cumming,,, and the aftermath of it, her dislodging her teeth from her shoulder, maybe licking somewhat "apologetically" as she pants, tired and content with getting to knot and breed Pearl exactly like she needed to do ... Absolutely blissful, while Pearl lies there, also tired, cunt full and eyes watery. Maybe sniffling quietly

It's really interesting to think it from the perspective of instincts, would other (morally dubious) hybrids defend Gem? Would people understand that theyre difficult to control? Poor little gem, must feel so bad about raping her friend ! What an unfortunate circumstance !

[bokkura]

I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter one

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader, brief lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist.

you haven’t always valued your life. it was never special, it was never happy. your escapism varied from things as simple as journaling to as extreme as drinking until you passed out.

ironically enough your want to die increased when you met your lover. when you met him in an alleyway on an abandoned street you’d stumbled upon in hopes of getting away from your parents.

you thought he was some other angsty teen, rugged clothes and a beaten up helmet on his head. he had this weird look to him. nothing off-putting at first sight, just a pale translucent look to him. you could see all of his purple-blue veins but just chalked it up to lack of sun in the moment.

it wasn’t until later, days later when he was becoming more comfortable pieces things started falling into place.

others could see him, but this was such a small town, even you wondered where he’d come from. no new neighbors, the town closest to yours was so much livelier only a fool would chose to even visit your rundown one.

when he stepped foot in your room he was ogling strangely at your old laptop, at the lights strung around your room, hell even your phone. that’s when you knew something was a little off about your new friend.

it took quite a bit of coaxing before he removed his helmet, that you had previously always seen on his head. it was quite the gruesome sight. the side of his head was gashed, hair near it coated in dried blood. pulling up his pants leg just a bit showed a large wound traveling from the bottom of his calf to his thigh. even higher judging by how big it was.

he had to explain everything to you.

“i was riding my board down to my friend’s place, some drunk guy came swerving and my helmet flew off before i hit the ground.”

you visibly cringed at the mental image, taking his helmet and carefully placing it back on his head.

“don’t worry,” he chuckles lightly, grabbing your hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “it just means i get to look cool forever and feel no pain.”

that’s how heeseung was. like a puppy, always making people laugh, always kind, always loyal.

but that’s just what he wanted you to see. that’s the facade he had created for you. all because he was so confident you’d never find out what he was hiding.

this relationship with heeseung caused you to be more wreckless. it was an insane thing to say but you started quietly wishing you could die just to spend eternity with him like he had promised.

you’re a little impatient.

not to mention your home life was shit. your social life was nonexistent. you had no one and nothing to rely on but a dead guy who had to leave at certain hours of the day. you just wanted to be able to bask in his comfort always.

but ironically enough, your death was an accident. you weren’t planning on killing yourself, heeseung was hellbent against it. but you weren’t exactly ignoring the idea. but the universe beat you to it.

you had been getting drunk. it was something you had done since you were sixteen. it started off as rebellion. your father was an alcoholic, but threatened you heavily if you were to ever touch a bottle. you did it secretly for that satisfying revenge, even if he would never find out.

but then it became a form of escapism. you weren’t proud of it, but then again you didn’t care.

and that’s when you see it. heeseung is next to you like always when you wake up. but this time he isn’t peacefully sleeping, he’s looking at you harshly. raking his eyes over you with a cold expression.

“did you do it?” his voice is aggressive and you can’t help but feel scared with the once comforting boy.

your voice struggles to come out and at first you think you lost it. then you realize there’s no breath coming from your nose or mouth. you don’t even feel anything until you start to panic, and heeseung d’s warm gaze and touch is back. and you’re calm again.

“do what?”

his eyes solemnly flicker to your hands and you follow his gaze. you watch his hand pick up yours before he presses a small kiss to your knuckles. that same lifeless, gray tint he has to his skin is now on yours. you’re dead.

but it’s not the happy ending you believed. yes you’ve escaped you’re parents, yes you can be with heeseung for eternity, but that’s only because it’s a possibility. not reality.

heeseung wasn’t in love with you, heeseung was never in love with you. you were someone he could fool around with so his little ghost girlfriend wouldn’t catch wind of it. he was a playboy and he was damn good at it.

you wanted to kill him. if you could bring him back to life and choke him to death god knows you would. you were so convinced he was your savior, just for him to stab you in the back and twist the knife. there wasn’t a sorry, there wasn’t remorse more than that chaste kiss he left on your hand.

he was gone just like that, and you were taken to the land of the dead not long after. and word gets around just as fast as in the real world. there isn’t much escaping after all.

thankfully there wasn’t much about the land of the dead that was different from the land of the living. everyone is ghastly pale, you feel no pain, you cannot die, all the things one would assume to apply on the other side.

at first you kept to yourself. most of the people you saw were at least a decade older than you, the age gap not pleasing you despite the fact there was no more aging.

but then you met jay, a sweet boy with an aggressive exterior. he has a sharp look but a soft heart, he was your first friend. and he was very persistent on becoming that.

he knew what had happened, most of the younger ghosts did while the older ones stayed in the gossip circle of their own age group. he even knew heeseung for a while, but some ghosts are still the shitty people they were when they were alive. even when thirty years had passed, in heeseung’s case.

jay then introduced you to his friends, including yunjin and jake. yunjin was your favorite. maybe you were biased just because she was another girl, but she had this comforting aura around her. nothing like the false one heeseung had crafted, she was genuine.

jake had a puppy personality mirroring heeseung’s, just sweeter and clearly innocent and genuine. it didn’t take long for you to slip into their little group. you balanced them out well, being the most level headed besides yunjin.

your perspective on the land of the dead changed once more. it felt homier, people were more accepting. maybe it was because they had been dead so long they had matured, or maybe you just got lucky. it’s much better than home, you knew that for sure.

there was just one thing, one person that caught your eye. he was a loner evidently, something you had planned on being before you were dragged into this circle. you can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. the pale, ghostly look doesn’t take away from his features like most of the others. it enhances them.

he looks cold. not in a mean way, in the way that if the cold were human, it would be him. from the way his face was carved sharply to his icy skin. his eyes had a naturally piercing look, eyes that avoided yours and everyone else’s at all costs.

“what’s his name?” you inquire to your new friends, pointing at the direction of the beautiful boy. the four of you were walking through a meadow, it’s winter time here. there was a constant fog and the air had a slight blue hue to it. but jay says that’s how it always is.

jake kicks a stone, “that’s sunghoon. he doesn’t socialize much. we tried talking to him but after a few tries and a few years we gave up.”

“yeah, he just sticks to himself.” yunjin chimes in, “quite a depressing choice if you ask me. he’s become unlikable due to how untouchable he makes himself. i wouldn’t want to spend forever alone.”

you would.

you bow your head down and remain silent, just nodding along to the voices of your friends as they blend into the background.

“how did he die?” it goes quiet for a moment. you stop walking and turn around, met with their confused faces. “am i not supposed to ask people that?”

jay shakes his head quickly. “no, it’s just like we said. sunghoon is very to himself, no one knows how he died.” you hum in response and the others begin walking again, falling back into conversation you tuned out of again.

you take one last glance at the mysterious ghost boy, just for him to be gone.

taglist: @adoredbyjay

[cyberrose2001]

GRAAAH, I wanna ride Optimus' spike with wreckless abandon. Be ready for my random bursts of Optimus thirst.

you and me both… ask box is always open for horny robot shenanigans

[lvrrocks]

what the hell . l.o.v

💻 where the lov find you’ve been caught by a hero , and are forced to lead them to the lov’s base

👤 himiko toga , touya todoroki / dabi , tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura , mr. compress / atsuhiro sako , twice / jin bubaigawara x f!reader ( all separate )

📍kinda upset characters :(, the villains are slightly ooc (especially Twice and Shigaraki. I don’t write for/read much about them)

• • • •

himiko toga

Is definitely taken aback. Like how could this happen? How could her love lead her worst enemy here?

Isn’t mad at you, just weirdly confused

“Sweetie, what’s EraserHead doing here?!”

She knows you didn’t mean to, and she can prove it from the guilty and sad look on your face, as well as the strong grip Aizawa has on you

Soon, the fight breaks out, and all you can do is just hide in another room and wait for it all to be over.

About an hour passes and it’s finally ended, but Himiko has to grab you and run with you fast to your guy’s new hideout, away from EraserHead

As soon as you settle, you break down

“Hey, sweetie, it’s okay!” your lover tried calming you, softly squeezing your arms, “I know you didn’t mean to! Meanie EraserHead did this!”

You can’t help but cry harder at her sweetness. You held all the blame on yourself. You’d risked going out, knowing a hero could identify you as part of the LOV. And sure enough, EraserHead was the one who’d nabbed you, and forced you to your hideout. “But..” you’d barely gotten out through broken sobs, “I led him there! He got there because of me! I was so wreckless- and- I-I-“

She then grabbed you, pulling you in for one of her best hugs. Her clothes smelled like blood, but that wasn’t anything new. You’d gotten used to the metallic smell she’d had on her since you first came across her in that abandoned alley. You wrapped your vaguely bruised arms around her, sobbing into her chest as she pet your hair. “Sweetie..” she cooed, kissing your head all over, “it’s ok..! I don’t blame you, and- I’m pretty sure- the rest of the LOV don’t blame you either. So don’t worry you’re pretty little head!”

You looked up at her, seeing her adorable, fang-y smile that led all the way up to her blood red orbs. It made you smile a bit through your tears, which Himiko wiped away with her thumb. “See,” she said, growing happier at your smile, “you’re okay! You’re even smiling! So cute!”

You were content after that, mostly after her constant reassurances, and even some members of the LOV trying to calm you down.

• •

dabi / touya

He wasn’t.. mad. Not mad. Just.

Just- bewildered

He just stared for a second at your shaking figure, and the bunny-eared hero that’s got an arm around your neck

Soon, he was one of the first to yell. Well, not really yell, as he was talking to you, but he spoke like he was definitely irritated.

“Y/n, come here.”

A lil nervous, you wiggled out of Mirko’s grasp, and jogged to your lover. You could see the vague frustration in his scarred face.

Soon enough, the fight broke out, leading to your warehouse-like hideout to be broken down, and while some of the other members of the LOV fought the hero, you, Dabi, and a couple others fled to somewhere new.

You’d be worried about if the other members would find your location, but Dabi simply stated he’d keep in touch with the others.

Dabi sat you down, his blue orbs staring into your own

“So. What happened?” He sat across from you on the grassy floor of the abandoned building.

You started tearing up, but you didn’t want him to think you were weak, so you held the heels of your hands to your eyes. You feel warm, rough hands against your wrists, and he pulls your hands down.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me, mouse.” he demanded softly, still staring into your eyes.

You sighed. You knew it wasn’t really your fault, you didn’t mean to have Mirko follow you to your hideout. You didn’t mean to make everybody move again.

You never mean too. But it happens.

“Well, uh, I was out getting things and Mirko recognized me, and she knew I was with you guys, so she practically death gripped me, and made me tell her where you were and.. I didn’t wanna get my ass kicked by her.”

He let out a deep sigh. A couple moments passed before he moved to sit beside you, grasping your hand. “Mouse,” he squeezed your hand, “I’ll tell you this right now. It wasn’t your fault. But, I’ll give you a better option when you go out. How about I buy you a new hoodie, and you start wearing a mask, hm? Don’t want you unintentionally risking our safety again.”

“Sorry..” you shied away from his stare, but he grabbed you right back, holding your chin.

“Hey. Don’t shy away from me.” he squeezed your chin, “let’s go somewhere else, mouse.”

• •

tomura / tenko

As the leader of the LOV, and pure hater of all heroes, he’s definitely pissed

Not necessarily at you, but at the woody hero who had you wrapped in his branches.

Between the grip Kamui Woods had on you and the severe death glare Tomura shot him, there was enough tension that you could cut it with one of Toga’s blades.

Tomura got up immediately, storming up to the hero, and the battle commenced quickly.

You ended up being wounded during the fight, a bigger cut on your leg.

Later, Tomura had ended up getting away.

And that’s when he noticed your cut.

“Y-.. y/n..?” he spoke quietly at the sight of your bloodied leg. You winced trying to shift to look at him. “Oh.. ohh.. oh my god..”

He rushed towards you, getting on his knees kneeling next to you. “Holy shit.” Was all he spoke before he yelled at some other member to get a med kit.

As soon as they’d arrived, Tomura shuffled to get his protective gloves on, and he made quick work in getting you patched up. “Damnit.” he mumbled.

“Damnit.” He seemed so… upset. And not in a way you were used to.

Sometimes it was little bursts of frustrations (usually caused by hero news or something), or him yelling at the other members because they fucked something up.

This time he sounded so.. hurt. Like, genuinely hurt.

It made you tear up. He took notice quick.

“Babe..? Oh god what now? What did I do?” He seemed so worried.

“It- it’s nothing, just.. my leg hurts.” you were a terrible liar. He saw right through you, placing a gloved hand on your uninjured thigh.

“You’re an awful liar,” he said, “now, I’ll ask nicely since you just love me being so nice to you.”

He sighed, brushing his hair back a bit. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You blushed at the nickname, knowing perfectly well how it affected you. You gave in. You had to. “Well.. seeing you so upset, and not in the way I’m used to, it.. made me sad.”

His face softened ever so slightly. Even under all that scratchy exterior, you could tell when he was showing genuine emotion. “Babe, I’m upset because you got hurt. That stupid hero brought you here against your will, and of course I have to deal with it, but all that caused you to hurt yourself. Stupid fucking heroes. Always thinking they’re doing good when they’ve only brought harm upon some innocent people. You didn’t do anything. And he just snatched you up like some treasure map, leading him to the little x-marks-the-spot.”

You shakily sighed, and threw your arms around him. Which, in hindsight was a bad idea, because you winced at the pain in your thigh. He tried his best you hold you. You sat there for a while, content.

Until, of course your thigh started feeling wet and warm.

• •

mr. compress / atsuhiro

He was startled, but as per usual, he maintained somewhat of a calm composure.

He was still wildly confused, however.

How could his lovely possibly lead a hero to their hideout? It didn’t make sense.

Then it clicked. You were forced to.

So, him and the rest of the league took care of the hero who’d nabbed you. Forcing you to betray some of the only people you had in life.

After the fight had ended, you were crying a bit. Sat in a corner, arms wrapped around your knees, salty tears streaming down your face.

He walked up to you, and got on a knee in front of you.

“Darling? Hey, why are you crying?” he soothed, holding one of your hands.

It only made you cry harder, and you lept onto him, holding him tight. “I brought that stupid hero here! I was weak.. and he.. he forced me to lead him here..!” You looked at his face, which held a look of worry, as well as empathy.

“My love,” he held you close, “it wasn’t your fault. It’s not like you meant to lead them here. Right?”

You nod, and he gives a small smile, his mask discarded on the ground. He’d taken off all his head gear, and you could see the way his hair was messy and disheveled from the fight, and how his eyes held a compassion he reserved solely for you. “Good. I know you would never lead.. heroes here on purpose.”

He landed a soft kiss on your head, and he wiped away your tears with his gloved thumb. “Now, wipe away those tears, sweetheart. They don’t suit you.”

You smile, and wrap your arms around him as he pulls you up.

“Let’s go see how the others are holding up, hm?”

• •

twice / jin

Of course, he was quite.. split about the whole situation. (wow such a comedian omg)

But in all seriousness, he just stared.

“What?! They brought a HERO here?! How could they?! Wait no it wasn’t their fault. But it must’ve been!”

You would just stare at him, as the mountainous lady hero holding you gripped you tight. She’d flung you on the ground. “Ah, so you weren’t lying to me!” she’d say

Of course, Twice and the rest of the villains would put good work in at taking care of Mt. Lady.

Although, to yours and the LOV’s dismay, you had to relocate. You guys weren’t safe anymore.

As soon as you found solice, you broke down.

He didn’t know how to react at first

“Oh, uhm, sweetie, why are you crying??” He’d come close to your shaking frame against the wall. “Don’t cry! I don’t think it was your fault! At least, I’m pretty sure I don’t. Nope, I don’t!”

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. “Jin.. I led her here. Of course it’s my fault!”

“No no no! Didn’t she make you lead her here? If that’s the case, then it’s not your fault! Don’t worry!” He grabbed you, wrapping you in a hug in his big arms. “No crying! Poof poof, no more tears!”

You giggle through tears at his goofiness. You poke his chest. “Jin-Jin, I think you’re squeezing me to death.”

His eyes widen. “NO NO I’M SORRY-“ he let go, then held you again. “Well, I’m just hugging you. Just being a bit tight?”

You roll your eyes playfully, and nod. “Yep. Just squeezing me a bit. No worries though Jin-Jin.” You kiss his cheek, his stubble grazing you a bit. “Sorry for being so emotional.. I thought I’d really screwed up.”

He frowns a bit, and pets your hair back. “No, no you didn’t! Don’t worry sweetie, you’re okay! I know you.. you didn’t mean to. We never mean to, but stuff happens! And we got it alllll taken care of, so don’t worry your pretty little head.” He gives you a smile. Then he stares off into space for a second. Then looks back at you. “Sweetie, can I put my mask on?”

You nod, knowing how he gets when he has his mask off for too long. “Yes, oh my god I forgot.” You help tug his mask back on, and you can see his smile through the mask.

“I love you, sweetie.” He wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter.

“I love you too, Jin-Jin.”

You stayed like that for a while, until of course you were interrupted by one of the members.

• • • •

Hope you liked it! I know the characters probably seemed a little ooc, but I did my best.

Be safe, love y’all <3

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I think bf Sam has grabby hands. Always needs a soft grip on your waist, or ass or tits…

His large hands would all consume your breast, softly caressing your tits, his thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples, making you arch your back into his grasp as he pills you close. Both by your waist and your ass as he brings you to lay on top of his body. He holds you close, Sam's fingertips digging into the muscle of your ass and your thighs, bringing you to straddle him.

You roll your thighs over the length of his cock, your clit catching along the feeling of him hard beneath you. He pulls you into a deep kiss, his hands in your hair as he finally brings himself to you, having you ride him. Fucking himself with your body, using you so easily. Sam rolls you over, his body on top of yours, his hands at your hips. You watch as his cock slides inside of you, in and out, so deep and sensually slow until you can't handle it any longer.

Needing more from Sam as he kisses your neck, roaming hands grabbing at your tits as they bounce from the tempo of his hips. His large hands gripping at your hips, "Mm, come on baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock." Sam's voice rasps against your lips as his tempo speeds as his cock slams deep into you. Your moans escaping you with wreckless abandon as you cum hard around him, his hips stilling as he fills you up.

Again, his hands roam down your body, feeling how soft your skin feels, the goosebumps on your body making you sigh in sweet content as Sam holds your body close to his.