#its not as long as my other one and is a one shot

[doumadono]

for your sinful sunday (I'm a huge fan!) can you maybe write Dabi and reader who has a small remote control vibrator in her 😏

Warnings: smut w/o plot, pussy fingering, fem villain!reader, established relationship, semi-public, forced orgasm

A/N: this request got the highest number of votes during the fourth Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA

The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar faces of the League of Villains, each one deeply engrossed in some planning.

You sat at the long, battered table, trying to focus on the meeting at hand. But it was proving to be an impossible task. Every so often, your eyes would dart to the man seated beside you — Dabi, his usual smirk dancing on his lips, and his intense turquoise eyes never straying far from you.

His casual posture betrayed none of the mischief that danced in his turquoise eyes every time he glanced your way. His finger played idly with the remote control nestled in his pocket, hidden from view. “Are you paying attention?” Dabi’s voice was a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear. His lips brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “Yes,” you managed to whisper, your voice slightly breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with dark amusement.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the League, a secret thrill coursed through your body. Nestled deep inside your cunny was a small, remote-controlled vibrator, and Dabi held the reins. The mere thought of it sent shivers down your spine. The low hum of its vibrations, currently set to the lowest setting, was a constant reminder of your predicament. Yet it already made you squeeze your thighs together.

Dabi gifted you a little remote control vibrator on your first anniversary. The idea was to spice up your sex life.

Toga was rambling on about a new plan involving blood samples, but you could hardly pay attention. Every muscle in your body was on edge, anticipating the next move from Dabi. He hadn't used the remote yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

He pressed a button on the remote, and the intensity of the vibrations increased. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips before you could stifle it, drawing a few curious glances from across the room. You bit your lower lip, your thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to dampen the sensations coursing through you.

Dabi’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Careful now. Don’t want everyone to know our little secret, do we?” He looked far too pleased with himself.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing pleasure between your legs. The conversation around you became a distant buzz. You shifted in your seat, biting your lower lip to suppress a moan, resulting in you letting out a heavy sigh.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Kurogiri’s gravelly voice cut through the haze.

You forced a smile, shaking your head. "No, nothing. Just a bit uncomfortable."

Dabi chuckled softly. "Maybe you should learn to relax," he suggested, his tone dripping with pure amusement.

You shot him a glare, which only made his grin widen. 

He upped the ante, increasing the vibrations to a medium setting. 

You shook your head, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the relentless throbbing between your legs. Each vibration seemed to pulse through your entire body, making it difficult to think, let alone participate in the meeting. Your core tightened, a slick warmth pooling within you as the pleasure built steadily, inexorably.

Across the table, Shigaraki droned on about the latest plan of his. 

You caught snippets of the conversation, but it was all a blur. Your senses were overwhelmed, your body teetering on the edge of an abyss of pleasure.

Dabi’s hand slid under the table, his fingers tracing a slow, torturous path up your thigh. The touch was electric. 

You fought to keep your breathing steady, your nails digging into the armrest of your chair as you struggled to maintain control.

“Relax,” Dabi whispered after leaning closer to you, his voice a dark caress. “Enjoy it.” His fingers found the hem of your skirt, lifting it ever so slightly. The cool air against your heated skin was a stark contrast, making you gasp again. Dabi chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your cotton panties. He traced the outline of your pussy, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “Well, well. Someone’s enjoying this,” he teased, his thick voice nothing but a whisper, his fingers pressing firmly against your clothed pussy. 

The combination of his touch and the relentless vibrations had you whimpering softly, your body aching for more. “Please,” you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for.

No one seemed to notice, their attention fixed on the discussion at hand. 

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.  Dabi’s eyes darkened, his amusement giving way to something more primal. “Please what?” he taunted, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your panties, finding your slick, swollen folds. “Oh, you naughty, little bitch.”

You bit your lip harder, a desperate moan threatening to escape. “Please… more,” you finally managed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Dabi’s finger slid inside you, slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to drive you wild. He added a second finger, stretching you, filling you to the brim.

The dual sensations were too much - you felt the pleasure build rapidly, a tidal wave threatening to crash over you.

"Maybe you should lie down," Twice suggested, his tone surprisingly concerned.

You shook your head, fighting to maintain a semblance of control. "No, I’ll be fine."

Dabi’s thumb found your clit, pressing and rubbing in time with his fingers fucking your slick, needy hole. His long digits were scissoring within you, fondling all of the right places.

Your body jerked, your toes curling as you neared the edge. His name slipped past your lips in a breathless whisper, your hips bucking against his hand ever so slightly. Your breath came in shallow, rapid bursts, and your heart pounded in your chest.

Shigaraki’s gaze flicked to you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? I don’t want you to infect us if you’re sick."

You forced a nod, your voice strained. "Yes, just...a bit of a headache,” a faint reply left your lips and you accented your words by rubbing your temples with shaking hands.

“Come for me,” Dabi commanded softly, covering his words with a fake cough, his voice low and commanding. He curled his fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your vision blur. 

That was all it took. 

Your hips bucked involuntarily, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. You tried to disguise it with a cough, glancing around nervously. Your body obeyed, shattering into a thousand pieces as the orgasm ripped through you, your slickness gushing out and covering his rough hand. You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the scream that tore from your throat. Your velvety, drenched walls clenched around his fingers, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Dabi’s eyes never left your face, drinking in every expression of ecstasy. He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, leaving you trembling and spent. He lifted his hand to his lips, licking your essence from his fingers with a satisfied smirk. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured again, his voice a dark promise of more to come.

You slumped in your chair, your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. 

Shigaraki's voice cut through the discussions, his sharp eyes narrowing on you. "You indeed look shitty, Y/N," he remarked, his tone a mix of irritation and concern. "Go lie down."

Your heart skipped a beat, panic flaring. You opened your mouth to protest, but Shigaraki’s scowl deepened. "Dabi," he ordered, not giving you a chance to respond, "take her back to her room."

Dabi’s turquoise eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of a wry smirk curling his lips. His amusement was evident, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

He stood up with a lazy stretch, his movements slow and deliberate. "Sure thing, boss," he drawled, his voice laced with dark anticipation.

The League of Villains might have their plans, but right now, all you could think about was what Dabi had planned for you next.

[rafecameronssl4t]

honestly so inlove with what’s good John b because you wrote it very similarly to what happened in the show (of course with your twists) and I was wondering if you could do one about reader being rafes girlfriend and being there when he shot peterkin and reader being just so shocked and couldn’t believe what he just did

Me and the Devil || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

GIF by @tetragonia

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for toooo long

Warnings: this is a canon fic that is based from s1 ep 9 so if you were uncomfortable watching it, especially towards the end when Rafe k!lls peterkins, please do not read this as I go into detail.

Word count: 1,693

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

"Rafe, what are we doing out here?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern as you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car. The sun blazes overhead, casting sharp shadows on the dusty, secluded airstrip, save for the one airplane on the other side.

"I'm just checking something," Rafe replies, attempting to sound casual as he opens the car door. You hesitate for a moment before following him.

"Oh my god, Rafe!" you whisper-yell, your eyes widening as you spot Peterkins aiming her gun at Ward, with Sarah and John B standing behind him. Rafe halts, and both of you watch the tense scene unfold, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "What is going on—" Your question is cut short by the chilling, unmistakable sound of a gun cocking.

You turn, heart hammering in your chest, to see Rafe gripping a gun tightly in his hand. Panic and confusion flood your mind. "Rafe," you whisper, your voice trembling with fear and disbelief. He looks back at you, eyes wild and desperate, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.

"Hey, hey, I'm doing this for us, okay? Just—just stay in the car," he pleads, though his voice is shaky and uncertain. Your breathing quickens, and you can feel the terror rising within you.

"No—no, I'm coming with you," you insist, shaking your head as you step beside him. You clutch at Rafe's shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you look at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Please don't do anything stupid," you beg, your voice breaking with emotion. His silence is deafening, amplifying your dread and uncertainty.

Rafe moves stealthily along the side of the airplane, keeping out of sight, and you follow closely, every nerve in your body on edge. The afternoon sun beats down relentlessly, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Suddenly, Peterkins' voice rings out, clear and authoritative, "You're under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge." A gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it, and Rafe is quick to react. His hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you as he pulls you against his chest.

Your heart races, pounding so loudly as you the situation you are in sinks in. Pressed against Rafe, you can feel his own heart beating rapidly. The realization that he's willing to go to such lengths terrifies you. He removes his hand slowly, but keeps you close, his eyes scanning the scene ahead.

"Stay quiet," he whispers, his voice barely audible. The sound of footsteps and hushed voices reaches your ears, and you can make out the strained expressions on the faces of Ward, Sarah, and John B. Your hand tightens its grip on Rafe's shirt, your body trembling.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct murmur as your mind races, grappling with the gravity of the situation you and Rafe find yourselves in. Rafe’s muttered curses, “Shit, shit, shit,” barely register in your ears, overshadowed by the pounding of your own heartbeat. You watch in a daze as Ward crumples to his knees. His shoulders sagas he places his hands behind his head in a gesture of surrender.

Peterkins strides forward with a stern expression, her movements deliberate and unyielding. The metallic click of the handcuffs as they close around Ward’s wrists seems unnaturally loud in the silence that envelops you.

Beside you, Rafe’s panic is palpable. His breaths come in quick, shallow gasps. In the blink of an eye, Rafe is moving past you, gun in hand. Your eyes widen in pure terror as the reality of the situation crashes down on you. “Rafe, Rafe! Stop—” you scream, your voice breaking with fear and desperation. But your plea is cut short by the deafening sound of a gunshot.

Instinctively, you block your ears and crouch down on the ground, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your heart pounds so fiercely you can feel it in your throat, each beat echoing in your ears. Over the ringing left by the gunshot, you can hear Sarah’s screams, high-pitched and filled with horror.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the hot tears streaming down your face, mingling with the sweat and grime of the moment. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you slowly look up, dread gnawing at your insides. Your gaze settles on the scene before you, and an audible sob bursts from your throat.

Sheriff Peterkin is on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out beneath her. The stark crimson against the earth sends a wave of nausea through you. Rafe stands a few feet away, the gun still in his hand, his face a mask of shock and confusion. He had shot her. The reality of it hits you like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs.

Every detail sharpens into painful clarity—the way Peterkin’s body lies still, the glint of the handcuffs now forgotten beside her, the horrified expressions of everyone around. The world seems to contract to this single, unbearable moment. Your sobs come harder now, wracking your body as you struggle to process the horror of what just happened. The gravity of Rafe’s actions sinks in, and you feel a deep, gut-wrenching despair.

Sarah is sobbing uncontrollably as John B holds her close to him, his face a mix of shock and terror. “Rafe, what did you do?” Ward’s voice trembles with a mixture of horror and disbelief as he stares at his son.

Rafe, his eyes wild and manic, lets out a chilling chuckle. “I saved you, Dad,” he says, his voice tinged with a desperate glee. “I saved you!” he yells, his voice echoing in the stillness that follows the gunshot. You stand there, paralyzed, your hands clasped over your mouth in a futile attempt to contain the sobs threatening to escape.

Peterkins coughs, struggling to breathe. John B rushes to her side, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as you stand by, helpless. Your eyes dart to Rafe, his gun still trained on them. You grab his forearm, attempting to lower the weapon, but he remains unmoved, your efforts only eliciting another sob from your lips.

John B clutches Peterkins' radio, when Rafe shouts, "Hey! Hey, wait!" He lunges towards John B, and you fight to restrain him. "Rafe, stop it!" you scream, panic in your voice. "Rafe, no! Rafe!" Ward approaches quickly, his focus on his son. "Don't try it, asshole," Rafe snarls at John B, who swallows hard.

"Rafe—John B, give me the radio," Ward demands, extending his hand. John B hesitates, shaking his head, "No." Sarah's sobs grow louder, her tear-streaked face mirroring your own fear and shock as you look at each other.

"Come on," Ward insists, prying the radio from John B's hands. Rafe keeps his gun aimed, his expression tense. Ward steps in front of him, arm outstretched. "Rafe, I've got it. Calm down."

"He has the radio, Rafe. Put the gun down!" you beg, your voice trembling with desperation. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot John B getting up and running, pulling Sarah with him "Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe shouts, pushing past side Ward as he yells out for Sarah.

In an instant, Rafe attempts to run after John B and Sarah, but you and Ward hold him back, pleading with him to calm down. "Where are you going?" he yells, his voice frantic. "Rafe, no!" you scream as he breaks free from your grip and starts shooting at John B and Sarah. "That's your sister, Rafe!" Ward shouts, trying to lower his son's arms.

You rush to Peterkins' body, your clothes now stained a deep crimson red. "I'm sorry," you sob, your shaky hands pressing against the wound. "It's not your fault, sweetie," she weakly whispers, as you continue to cry, "I'm so sorry!"

Rafe is breathing heavily, pacing as he watches you sobbing beside Peterkins. He regrets bringing you along. "Dad, I was trying to—" "Shut up!" Ward yells, his eyes shifting to you as he approaches.

Ward had always been like a father to you, believing you were a good influence on Rafe and treating you like his own daughter. But after what had just happened, you look up at Ward in terror. "Y/N," he says calmly. You don't reply as tears continue to stream down your face.

"I need you to get up," he says softly. "She is dying!" you scream, your voice breaking. "Y/N!" Rafe yells at you, his gaze cold and hard. You flinch under his glare. "What is wrong with you? You just shot somebody, Rafe!" Your voice cracks as he furiously storms up to you.

"You should've stayed in the car like I fucking told you!" he shouts, grabbing your biceps and forcefully pulling you to your feet. "I'm not going until the medics come!" you argue, your voice filled with desperation. "Get her home, Rafe!" Ward yells behind him.

"No, I'm not going!" you insist, trying to shake off Rafe's grip, but it's useless. "Rafe, she needs help!" you scream, thrashing against his hold. "Honey, I'm calling them, look!" Ward shows you the radio, trying to reassure you as Rafe drags you away. "Rafe, please!" you sob, trying to escape his grip as he manhandles you towards the car.

"Shut the fuck up!" he screams, yanking the car door open. "Get in the car." He shoves you aggressively into the seat, and you let out a scream. "Don't move!" he barks, slamming the door. You flinch, pulling your knees to your chest, your body trembling in terror at your unrecognisable boyfriend.

Inside the car, your mind races, fear and helplessness overwhelming you. You look out the window, seeing Ward and Peterkins, feeling utterly powerless.

[todorosy]

Fake Dating // Bakugou

a/n: hi all, i am back from the dead with this shit that took me DAYS to finish bc my brain is def not used to writing anymore. pls enjoy and maybe keep a look out for pt 2 if people want it !

You stare at your phone in disbelief. The audacity he had to tell you where to go, how to dress, and to essentially perform in front of everyone for him. Of course this was a mutually beneficial agreement, but at least you only dragged him along to your family functions sparingly.

You two had come to this agreement early last Winter when family members kept pestering you about potentially finding a love interest at your new University, and for him when he couldn't shake off all of the romantic confessions from the students in the other classes.

No one else knew about your arrangement. What made it so much more unbearable was the fact that you shared the same cohort and friend group, so it was a constant facade whenever you're in each other's presence with the others around.

You felt a bit awkward coming to the party alone, and a few hours late. You could hear the bass thumping through the door from the front yard, and from the looks of it, there were far more people than you expected, but on the bright side, it'll be easier to be invisible within the crowd than have to hold up this facade all night.

You approached the front to see Jirou catching a breath of fresh air. She had a drink in one hand and her other interlocked with Momo's

"Are you guys already tapping out?" You asked, taking the steps up the porch.

"Y/N!! For a second I thought you weren't going to make it!" Jirou says, releasing Momo from her grasp and giving you a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here."

"Can't blame me for always being fashionably late” You embrace her back.

"Better now than never." She drunkenly chuckles “Bakugo’s been a moody bitch all night please go contain him”

“Are we surprised?” You roll your eyes and laugh. “Where are you two off to?”

"I'm gonna take Momo out for some air and to maybe vomit, but go inside and I'll find you later!"

“I love you Y/N!! Take a shot for me!!” Momo slurs and blows you a kiss as Jirou drags her away.

"I love you too, Mo! I'll catch you guys inside."

Once you stepped foot inside, it felt like the air from your lungs were instantly replaced with the thick fog of weed and cigarette smoke. It was suffocating, but all too familiar at the same time. You recognized many of the faces around from campus, but none of which were your close friends.

Before anything else, you decided to stop by the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. To be honest, you weren't picky with your liquor. As long as it did its job, you weren't going to complain. You grabbed a red solo cup off of the stack and poured in a shot and some change worth of cheap vodka.

Mina has to have some red bull somewhere around here…

You quickly down it and refill another cup to carry around while you look for your ball and chain, Katsuki. You wander around the crowd for a few moments, waiting for someone you knew to catch your attention, but no one did. You decide to take a break to lean against a wall and to send Katsuki a text to see where he was hiding. Before you could even get your phone unlocked, you received a notification from him.

After he sent the last message, you looked up and searched for his meeting eyes. He said he was looking right at you, but for some reason you couldn't find those fiery eyes.

“Looking for someone?” A low voice breaks you from your search.

You turn to see Katsuki leaning up against the wall right beside you, almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Hmmm yeah I am, actually. Have you seen my boyfriend?” You turn to him fully. “He’s tall, messy blonde hair, kind of has a stupid look to his face, really hot though, trust me, and also like a medium build?”

You catch a glimpse of the smallest smirk on his face.

“Yeah? Well I’ll be sure to keep a lookout for him. In the meantime though, can you keep an eye out for my girlfriend? Angel faced, toothy smile, obnoxious ass laugh though, like if you hear honking, it's probably them.” He retaliates.

You both stare at each other in silence before you break character and playfully punch him in the arm. “Shut up, idiot. I don't honk.”

“You do. Like a goose.”

"You're so good at this flirting thing, Katsuki. Keep it up." You say sarcastically.

"It is my job, after all."

He stealthily wraps his arms around your shoulder, bringing himself in closer to you. He damn near was caging you in against the wall, blocking out the rest of the party with his back.

“So what's the game plan for tonight?” You peered up at his towering figure.

“Hang out for a couple hours, do all that lovey bullshit and then I’ll take you home. Don't get too messy tonight either. I’m not trying to babysit.”

“Worry about yourself, lightweight.” You roll your eyes.

“And is this straight vodka?" He looks into your cup with disgust. "Are you mentally ill?"

“I couldn't find the red bull.” You shrug.

“So it's either that or straight vodka?”

“Yeah and? You have a problem with that?”

“Yeah I actually do. It's fucking insan-” He starts.

“Bakugou!” A voice interrupts behind him. “There you are!”

You two lock eyes for a brief second. Just when you were actually starting to enjoy yourself with annoying Katsuki, you remember that you were only here for one reason. Katsuki's jaw clenched as he turned over to lean back against the wall beside you.

“Oh. Y/N you’re here too.” They say in a deflated tone. “I was just wondering if you could give us a second to chat?” They bat their eyelashes.

“I'm not in the mood to chat.” He says, pulling you closer by the waist.

“We’re actually about to go meet up with the others. Catch him next time.” You smile sweetly, interlocking your fingers with his and dragging him towards the backyard.

To your surprise, your friends were actually all there surrounding the firepit.

Denki was the first to spot you. He gasps and jumps up from his seat.

"You're here!" He nearly trips over his own feet trying to get over to you. He pulls you in a big hug, sweeping you off your feet. "Oh my god Y/N I missed you so much I could cry right now."

He was clearly a drink or two over his limit. His cheeks were bright red and he was already starting to sweat through his shirt.

“I missed you too, Denks.” You let yourself get twirled around by him.

“Finally you're back, I’m tired of holding onto your nasty drink.” Kirishima says, passing a red solo cup to Katsuki once he sat down.

You tried to take the empty seat next to him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist to pull you to share his chair. Your eyes widen at his own, as if you could telepathically curse him out. You clench your jaw as you feel a hot flash across your face.

“It’s cold. Stay close.” He simply says.

You nervously chuckle. “There's a fire right there, babe.”

“Do it for me then.” He smirks.

You silently groan to yourself as you lean back into his chest in defeat. Luckily, the chair had enough width to allow you to not have to fully sit on his lap, moreso just a leg slung over his own.

“Try this.” He lifts the solo cup to your lips.

You peer down at the dark red liquid in his cup. The smell burnt your nose. You shot him a weary glance before you downed his concoction, having to pinch your nose right after to subdue the burn. The shock of spicy and tangy residue left your throat burning with every inhale.

"What the fuck is that?" You choke out, continuing to pinch your nose.

"Fireball, lemon juice, and OJ." He smiled mischievously. "Thoughts?"

"The nerve you have to comment on my drink after sipping on this bullshit all night? It tastes like piss.”

He shrugs, wearing a lazy smile as he grips the softness of your inner thigh, with his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, fiddling with a lock of your hair.

You were internally screaming. Usually, there would be a hand holding or an arm around the waist or shoulder, but he was never this touchy whenever you had to act like a couple in front of your friends or even in front of the people trying to get at him.

You look around the firepit to see that all of your friends were in loud conversation with one another- laughing, arguing, and definitely not paying you two any attention.

“What are you doing?” You say low enough that only he could hear. “You're like, all up in my shit."

“5 o’clock, babe.” He simply says.

You slightly turn your head to your right to see the person from earlier, trying to not-so-obviously stare at you both.

“Tryna give them a show or something? You roll your eyes.

“Only if you'd let me.” He whispers.

You felt a chill crawl up your spine. God he's being gross. But you liked it. When you first made your little arrangement, you swore to yourself to not to catch any type of feelings for him, but the more time you spent charading around as a couple, the deeper you fell into this infatuation despite how hard you fought against it or played it off as a part of the bit.

“Don’t kill me, okay?” You whisper, meeting his eyes and forcing a smile.

You turned your head to fullyface his own and leaned in. Both of you were caught by surprise- his eyes widening right before you made contact. You two had never crossed this line before, let alone talked about it. It was only ever the unspoken rule of “don't catch feelings” and “no couple shit when we’re alone.”

His lips were soft and swollen as if he spent the last hour biting down on them. Once your lips crashed into his, it felt like your stomach was turning inside out, and a fire lit within.

It's fine, it's for show. It’s fine, you agreed to this. It’s fine, it’s not real.

You were fucked. You hated him, but you liked him. Maybe it was more than like. Maybe like isn't even the right word at all, but all you knew was that you needed to stop and take a second to reevaluate what you were doing with Katsuki.

In reality, the kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it felt like you had fallen into the fire pit and laid in it for hours. Your body was on fire.

Once you broke away, you two stared at each other blankly, blinking away the realization of what had just happened. You didn't know whether to laugh and slap him on the shoulder, or start crying.

“I-I'm gonna go get another drink!” You suddenly exclaim, getting up and leaving him in his chair.

I'm so FUCKED.

You quickly snake your way through the large crowd that had filtered their way to the backyard. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a heaping cup of whatever liquor bottle was closest to you, down a large gulp, and take the rest with you to the bathroom.

Your head was starting to feel a bit hazy from the mix of second hand smoke as well as your drinks from earlier starting to settle in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before drinking like this? You weren't really expecting to have anything more than one drink, but after your kiss with Katsuki, you suddenly feel the need to forget it all.

You were sitting up against the bathtub, wallowing in your complicated mass of feelings, and now fully intoxicated. You let your head rest on top of your knees while you replayed every single interaction you've had with him tonight.

Your phone started buzzing on the floor next to you. You opened the screen, eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness.

Of course it was Katsuki.

You sat and stared at your feet for a few minutes until you heard pounding on the door. Judging from the force of it, it was either a fucking SWAT team or Katsuki.

You grab a hold of the side of the bathtub to hoist yourself up, stumbling a bit while doing so and unlocked the door. Of course behind it was the latter.

He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him, leaning back on it.

You were wildly embarrassed for a multitude of things. You were on the verge of messy drunk, your face was stupidly hot and flushed, you kissed your fake boyfriend and ran away, you're swallowing down your feelings, and now here he is to reprimand you for all of it.

"Water as per requested." He pops open the cap of a fresh water bottle and hands it over to you.

"Thanks." You mutter and drink the water in silence.

"So are you upset at me?" He finally asks.

"Yes."

"And why is that?" He cocks his head to the side.

You were drunk, no doubt about it, but this unserious playful tone in his voice that pissed you off was clear as day. Why were you the only one freaking out? Did he not care? It surely confirmed that he does not and never have felt the same as you and truly did think of your "relationship" as nothing more but a transaction.

You purse your lips and remained silent.

"Because... you kissed me?"

You nodded.

"So you're upset at ME... because YOU kissed ME..." He states once more.

You were on the verge of tears. He loved making you look stupid but this was tenfold now. Not that he was wrong, but you weren't in the mood for it.

"So what if I am?" You choke out, tears now brimming over.

Katsuki's eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to break down so easily after a couple of harmless questions. You steps towards you and grabs your shoulders, not quite sure what to do or how to react.

"Hey hey hey, what the fuck? Why are you crying all of the sudden? Seriously, Y/N it's not a big deal."

"It is." You whine. "It is and you don't even care!"

He finally pulls you into him, letting you sob into his shoulder. His hand caressing your back in comfort.

"You idiot." He says after a moment of silence. "You're such an emotional drunk. This is why I told you not to get messy." He scolds. "I do care. But I won't if you don't want me to."

"I do want you to care. I want you to like me. Not just like me, but like-like me." You confess.

You feel him stiffen under you. Clearly your drunken state had forced you to say the wrong thing, but you didn't care.

"But do you like-like me?" He asked back, pulling you back to look at your tear stained face. "Drink some more water and sober up a bit before you answer okay?" He brings the water up to your face.

"I don't want anymore water!" You push his hand away. "I like-like you and I hate being your fake girlfriend and lying to everyone and myself about it!"

His smile grew, but he shook his head. "Okay angel face, let's talk about it then." He moves his thumb up to your cheek to wipe away stray tears.

"You're so wasted, you may not even remember this for tomorrow. But I think you're the coolest person on this fucking block, okay? And I like being around you even though you annoy the shit out of me sometimes. So stop crying and feeling bad. We're fine."

"But we're not! I don't want you to be my fake boyfriend anymore. I think you're cool too and you make me laugh and feel stupid in the heart and I fucking hate you for that, so that's why we shouldn't do any of this anymore."

He doesn't reply, but instead looks down at your sad face, lip still quivering, makeup smudged around your eyes. His hand continued to cup you cheek, forcing you to look back up at him.

Katsuki leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a second longer.

"That's okay. We can do something about that when you're sober. If you even remember any of this, anyways. Let's get you home."

He grabs your hand and swiftly leads you out of the bathroom. You wonder what you had just done, whether it was going to blow up in your face (if you even remember the next day) or work itself out? Would it even matter?

[akronus-writes]

30. the eldritch rat lord

I found myself in that same place, the bottom of a dusty quarry in the desert, completely abandoned mining equipment scattered about, but no signs of life anywhere around me. I stepped forward, approaching the dark maw of a cave at the other side of the ravine, its darkness pulling me in like the grasp of an eldritch beasts tentacles. After a few seconds of thinking, I walked towards the opening, my only company a handful of rats that ran almost robotically into the cave.

as I entered the maw of the cave, I felt something surround me, it felt eldritch in nature, but more familiar than my previous cases, like meeting a long lost sibling, a long lost sibling that was ravenously hungry. I readied myself for a fight with whatever it was, drawing my blade from the ether.

and as the beast rushed towards me from the darkness, I jumped back. but instead of dodging the maws of a ravenous beast, I banged my head into the leg of my desk, waking myself from another nightmare.

as I pulled myself up from under my desk, I sighed "I should really get an actual bed, sleeping in a cat bed seems pretty detrimental to my health, even if its in cat form," I spoke to no one in particular, before sitting up in my chair and reaching for the first file on my desk, stayovers from last night. Paperwork is still pretty important for private detectives, even if I am staunchly ACAB, and deal with the supernatural exclusively.

but instead of a casefile on a poltergeist, I found myself grabbing the same brown and gold notebook as yesterday, fresh on my desk as if I hadn't tried to destroy it for the fortieth time just last night.

"what do you want!? I found you in an abandoned house months ago, screw off!" I screamed at the inanimate object.

I grabbed the Journal and threw it into my wall, blasting it with a shot of pure ether for extra measure. I walked over to the book, crouching down to pick it up when I noticed something different.

"that wasn't there a couple months ago," I muttered to myself. Picking the book up, I read the page it had landed on. it was a set of coordinates, and a rough drawing of where I my nightmares had been taking me.

"paperwork or following a magical book to were my recurring nightmares have been taking me," I weighed the two options carefully "screw it, paperwork sucks," I pocketed the book, grabbed my blade 'god-binder' from my desk, and teleported to roughly the coordinates.

In a burst of purple light I found myself at the bottom of a ravine, the blistering sun beating down on my skin like a constant barrage of punches. Around me laid heavy machinery, sand covering the tracks and tires, rocks and sand still sitting in the scoops, as if the miners had just disappeared. The only life in the quarry apart from me being the rats that ran across the sandy walkways above me.

I felt myself once again drawn to the dark maw of that cave.

Cautiously walking in, I quickly felt the stone around me restrict and tighten, forcing me to crawl on my knees. As I crawled I felt the stone press against my back, threatening to tear up both my shirt and pants, and scraping my arms against jagged rock.

Even as I entered cat form and walked through in a much smaller form, the impossibly small opening becoming more claustrophobic by the second. The only sounds left to accompany me being the sounds of claws scratching against my rocky surroundings, the chitters and soft pitter patter of the rats that joined me in this cave now deafeningly loud.

and as the last remnants of light in the cave finally died out and I entered the pitch black abyss that was the depths of this cave, the rats became louder, more of them moved, their chitters loud enough to silence the gods.

Eventually I escaped the chittering, and found myself in a large chamber, illuminated by a strange bio-luminescent vine, with strange stone carvings chiselled into the walls.

"a cult? that would make sense, but which one? the chiselling would say one of the older ones, but bio-luminescent vines for lights? that's more modern-" I mused, wondering to myself. Until I kicked a skull that laid at the edge of the opening.

"I guess that's where the miners went, makes sense I guess," I noted to myself, following a trail of increasingly older bones with my eyes, until it rounded a corner.

"maybe pre-history? some of these bones look more like they're made of dust and mouldy air," I half-heartedly joked, trying to stifle my growing fear.

rounding the corner, I found myself confronted by a horrifyingly large piled of bones, so old I'd bet single touch would render them all to dust. But most intriguingly, I saw the edges of what seemed to be a robe, made of red cloth and golden cuffs.

"that should help me figure things out," I smiled as I spoke, finally finding a lead. I leaned over and tugged on the edge of the robe, only to meet enough resistance to turn the old skeletons that made up the pile into ash, and sending me tumbling back with the edge of torn robes.

"well, this won't be useful," I sighed, throwing the cloth behind me as I stood up, not noticing that something seemed to be writhing underneath the dust.

I turned around, preparing to walk off, as I heard the dust begin to fall onto the ground, as a shadow blocked the lights from the vine behind me. "oh, I assume you are the murderer," I joked, turning around to face my would be assailant, or assailants "I guess murderers would be better, right?" I quipped, trying to ignore how my heart seems to of stopped beating at the sight of the beast.

in front of me 'stood' a towering beast made of hundreds of writhing rats, each in different stages of decomposition, their tails wrapped together, forming a towering humanoid rat like beast with a crown of borderline skeletal rats. another quippy line came to fast, but I was much more distracted with dodging its club like fist of dead rats, which smashed into the floor were I had once stood and quickly reformed.

I shot a cacophony of blasts at the beast, but every time the ether quickly spread out among a few rats, and the dent in its body quickly reformed. I dodged more blows, struggling to keep up with the inexhaustible beast.

As I dodged I began to notice something, the fresher the body of the rat I hit the more the blast seems to hurt it, and that all of the rats seemed to be tied together so that the most decomposed rat was connected to the second most, and then the third most, presumably continuing on to one that controlled the rest.

"ah, that's your trick," I chuckled to myself, realising the pure genius in the way my opponent worked. I quickly dodged another blow, but my exhaustion from the continuous dodging began to catch up with me, as the mace like fist of the beast sent me flying into the wall, breaking a few ribs with a sickening crunch. I quickly stood, noticing that my healing factor hadn't healed my injuries already.

"that's a first, which is bad," I chuckled before gasping in pain. And dodging away once more, deciding to focus more on taking this thing out, and then dealing with my broken bones. following the trail to rats that seemed to just barely pass for decomposed, I followed the trail to the back tail of the beast.

"there you are, little bastard!" I yelled victoriously as I shot a blast the tip of the beasts tail, only for the blast to do nothing but recoil the beast slightly. "w-what!? that, that was the main one, right!?" I screamed, panicked, until I noticed something, the rat was missing an eye.

I grinned, realisation dawning over me as I turned to the pile of dust that the beast had rose from, now much smaller without something hiding inside of it. I dodged another strike from the beast, dashing over to the pile of dust as I began to rake my hands through it, searching for a final rat.

I heard a guttural, chittering roar, and turned my head to see the beast charge at me, its fist barrelling towards my skull.

Time seemed to slow down in that moment, as I desperately raked my hand through the dust the beasts fist got inches, and then centimetres from my face, and then I felt it, the final rat. blasting a burst of eldritch energy into what I hoped was the rat, I shut my eyes, tensing for the impact, but it never came.

looking at my right hand, covered in dust, I saw the charred corpse of a rat in my hand. And I grinned, laughing as I walked back to the entrance of the cave, not noticing how it had somehow grown large enough for me to fit and my bones healed, or as something else wrote itself into the journal.

Teleporting home, I saw threw my blade onto my desk, and stretched, only to notice that beast standing in my office. "w-what the-!?" I recoiled confused, grabbing for my blade.

"we agree with what you mean, this is strange," what sounded like a low chittering translated into English came from the beast.

"...you could talk!?" I yelled, confused, and mildly pissed off.

"only after you defeated us, and then we woke up here," the beast replied.

"...well, do you have a name?" I questioned, trying to calm down and think.

"we are the eldritch rat lord, one of 30 we presume," it replied, glossing over its last point matter of-factly.

"one of 30!?" I screamed again, not wanting to deal with another of this beast.

"our main body, the one you destroyed in the fight, has a strange eldritch 30 in its back, we can only assume that's what it means," it replied, clearly worried for my health, at least partially.

"...I have an eldritch 0 in my back?" I responded, starting to think.

"a 0? and a 30?" it chittered, beginning to think.

"wait, I was led to you by a journal, it might help us figure this out!" I practically yelled, jumping up as I flipped to the first page of the journal.

"well, why did you not tell me that from the start?" it replied with the same excitement, quickly moving behind me to read with me.

we read in silence, deathly quiet as we read the words on the first page: these writings are of the 31 eldritch abominations which exceed even beings of the eldritch origins in their exoticness. Numbered from 0-30, they all are bound to each other as siblings, while in their current state, they may not communicate properly and their immortality is weakened while nearby. but once 0. Akronus, has defeated and 'bound' all of their siblings, they will find themself to be finally whole, empowered, and able to communicate with their siblings in the same language.

I turned to look up at the eldritch rat lord as I flipped to the next page, only to notice that it had dissapeared, but I still heard it speak.

"so, siblings, that's interesting," it spoke, intrigued.

"I agree, now where'd you go?" I asked as I looked around, confused and slightly frustrated.

"...we might of somehow ended up in the book," it responded after a few seconds of thought.

I turned to the journal again, seeing a sentient drawing of the eldritch rat lord accompanied by a description of it and its powers.

"well, I guess that makes storage slightly easier!" I quipped, starting to lighten up with my new 'sibling'.

"I guess it will, now I guess the next objective is the other 29 siblings?" it nodded along as it spoke, taking this situation quite well all things considered.

"yeah, probably," I agreed as I, pulled a book off my desk, a giant dusty tome of Arcane anomalies. this would take a bit.

story 2.

@the-thing-of-worms @good-wizard @f4y3w00d5 @gobodegoblin @monsterfucker-research-wizard

[pixelatedraindrops]

RAINCODE SICKFIC SEQUEL

A short sequel to my RainCode sickfic "Home is Where the Heart Is"

This takes place after Chapter 4, and this is my first time I've ever written an angst fic.

RAINCODE CHAPTER 4 SPOILERS

In the Lab and after finding the truth, the Master Detectives all grieve for their lost Chief. But Yuma takes it so hard he collapses and develops yet another fever from the guilt and stress.

The master detectives take him back to the agency to rest, then they return to the hotel to turn in for the night. Except for one...who remains by his side the whole night.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

damn... kinda mad i didn't die in my dream last night... could've added another method to the list

[retconomics]

babygirl you are my EVERYTHINg..!!.,1!1!

[degloved]

i'm not gonna lie if they don't bring strahm back for saw xi . well . well i'm still gonna watch it but i would've just preferred to have seen petey in there . that's it really

[t0asty1]

today feels like an excellent day to embarrass myself and make bad desicions that i will definitely regret, so i will text my crush that i haven’t talked to for months, and has also told me that he is not romantically interested in me, and tell him all the ways he is lovely and gorgeous

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[leafy-m]

My stupid story is 20k now how I do make it stop 😵

[mo-ok]

TWICE. LOST GALAXY HAS SHOWN AN UNSUITED GINGAMAN CHARACTER T W I C E. FIRST GOUKI AND NOW SHELINDA I AM LOSING MY MIND

[zorosnavigator]

fanfic rec post tomorrow maybe???👀

me to all my fandom ships knowing perfectly i wont have the time to do even 1 for at least one pairing til next week 🤡

[mechieonu]

FROM THE START self-love and acceptance has been one of the major themes of the series and if ANYONE could benefit from that tigress is RIGHT THERE

[toxifoxx]