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thranduilland · 2 years

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Head canon that started out with @msgeekstyle as a cracky 'haha, but what if?!' that has slowly started to consume my life. I'll have to write fic for it after I finish my fae Hob series but...

Hob as the spawn of Lucifer. His dad was some human, Hob never found out who. They spent their entire life hiding out in Hell, affectionally referred to as 'the Hope in Hell' because of how much everyone loved them. Then, into their 20s-30s they were like 'mother, I'm off to the human realm, I want to explore' and Lucifer is like '... you're just going to break out if I try to ground you here, aren't you?' and Hob is like 'what can I say, mother? You are the original rebel and I take after you greatly' and Lucifer is like 'God did this to me on purpose! Fine!! You can go! Be careful!!'

Hob hanging about with the humans, getting into some of their battles. Falling in love with their innovation and persistence. Stubbornly ignoring the baby demons Lucifer sent along to keep an eye on him.

1389 comes along, Hob's human friends have dragged him along to a pub. They're all chatting about death, because why the fuck not? and Hob decides to play devil's advocate and declare that he's simply never gonna die. Death is stupid and he has far more interesting shit to get up to.

Dream and Death are intrigued by him, because there is just... something about him. They have their wager and Dream goes to inform Hob, who has no idea who he is talking to but is like 'yeah, I'm game for this! :D ' and agrees to meet back in the pub in a hundred years.

Hob trots off back to Hell like 'Mother, I made a magical friend! We're going to meet in a hundred years to talk about my life' and Lucifer is like '... who is this person?' and Hob is just 'dunno, anyway, gotta run, promised I'd help my human friends with something!!' Lucifer tries to ask Hob's minders who the stranger was, but they're young enough they have never met Dream or Death before so they're like 'idk.'

The 1489 meeting happens as per canon and Hob has a moment where he is actually genuinely afraid he has made a deal with one of his mum's demons, though he's sure they all would know better than to fuck with him like that. So, he's really relieved when Dream clarifies it's nothing like that. Hob trots off back to Hell to tell his mother about his meeting with his stranger. She again is like 'wtf is it ?!' and he's like 'dunno!! Gotta run! :D' and she asks his minders again and they're like 'dunno', cos they still have no fucking clue who Dream is. Lucifer sighs about it and sends Crowley to keep an eye on him, because Crowley is old enough to have met basically every magical being that it could be. Crowley is like 'yeah, alright, I'll do it.'

1589 comes around. Crowley has already figured out that the mystery stranger isn't a danger to Hob, because if he was he'd have already done something to him at either their first meeting or their second. So he spends the time indulgently watching Aziraphale drink people under the table the whole night. They head on back to Hell and Lucifer is like 'so who was it?!' and Crowley is like 'oh, didn't see, I was busy keeping an angel of the Lord from noticing Hope's presence' and Lucifer is like '... fair argument. Fine. Do better next time!' and Crowley is like 'yep, 100% will do that!'

1600s come along, Eleanor and Robyn die and Hob goes into a full on bout of depression. Crowley has to dig him out of the river when they drown him as a witch. He gets quietly handed over to Aziraphale who plies him with tea and food and books to try and perk him up a bit, but it doesn't work, and he wanders off back into the streets of London. 1689 meeting comes along, Crowley is busy searching for him and has completely forgotten that the meeting was supposed to take place, else he woulda gone straight there. Hob doesn't go back to Hell to tell Lucifer about it, so she doesn't get an gossip from that session and when she asks Crowley about it he's just like '... he's having a rough time, can't chat long!'

1700s comes along and Hob has thrown himself into the shipping business, ignoring the demonic influence riddled throughout every single point of it. The influence is familiar to him, he grew up surrounded by it, so it's comfortable for him, familiar. So he stays. Has his 1789 meeting with Dream, where Dream tells him it's wrong and initially he's defensive, because who the hell does Dream think he is?!? but then he folds to it, decides to consider it more in depth later... they have their fight with Lady Constantine (Crowley was busy dismantling the carriage outside while the fight was occurring).

Hob goes back to Hell and tells Lucfer about it. She's livid that he got attacked, but he's just like 'nah, it was great and I ALMOST got a name out of my stranger, I'm sure of it!!' and Lucifer is like to Crowley 'did you see who they were finally?' and Crowley is like 'nah, I was busy destroying the carriage so they couldn't get away' and she's like '... fine, I'll allow it...'

1889 comes around. Crowley has a prior engagement with Aziraphale so some other smuck demon gets sent to watch over Hob. Hob doesn't return to Hell after the meeting cos he's too busy drinking his sorrows, but the minor demon does return after Crowley picks up their shift and they're like to Lucifer 'uhm, still don't know who they are, but they're an asshole and they broke Hope's heart D:' and Lucifer is like 'WHAT?! I am going to destroy them!! Whoever they are!!'

Dream doesn't show for the 1989 meeting, obvs. Crowley reports this to Lucifer who is like 'oh, I really am going to ruin them. Just absolutely smite them!! who do they think they are?!?! Playing with my son's heart like this?!?' Lucifer sends Hob a Hell Hound to try to cheer him up, but he sends it back and asks for a Hell Cat instead, Lucifer is like '... yeah sure, okay'. Hob immediately names his Hell Cat 'Eye in the Dark' and it becomes a ball of black fur, that is a stealthy beast of prey. Lucifer is like 'did you have to name it like that?!' and Hob is like 'what's wrong with that?!?!'

Somewhere around this time, Lucifer gives birth to Adam and the events of Good Omens start to kick into play, so some other poor smuck demons get stuck watching Hob, because Crowley is busy watching over Warlock, who he thinks is the Antichrist. Lucifer sends out a Hell Hound for Adam, who names it Dog. Lucifer hearing about this sends Hob a message like 'I take it back. Eye in the Dark is a respectable name for a Hell Creature, please impart this knowledge to your baby brother, who named their's 'Dog!' Hob thinks that is hilarious.

The Apocalypse that Wasn't happens a few months before Dream escapes. Crowley, following the events of the Not Apocalypse gets a message to Lucifer like 'you still want me to keep an eye on the Hell Spawns or nah?! I'm officially off the clock, otherwise' and Lucifer is like '... you know what?!? Yes, keep an eye on them for me and I'll grant you a pardon' and so Crowley continues to check in on Hob, Warlock, and Adam. Hob has basically adopted Warlock as his own baby brother, and dotes upon both boys... and all their friends.

Dream comes back. Has his duel with Lucifer, neither of them knowing about the other's connection to Hob. Dream still wins with Hope, which Lucifer takes hard because like... that's her son, not that Dream knows that. Dream leaves and continues on his canon path, talks with Death, gets nudged to come find Hob.

They meet at the New Inn as per canon, but they agree to keep meeting. Dream pops in at random times and they start dating. Hob misses a check in with Crowley one day because he's busy in bed with Dream.

Crowley bursts into the apartment like 'Hell Spawn?!?!?! Where are you Hell Spawn?!? You can't do this to me, Hell Spawn! I can't tell your mother that I lost another of her sons on my watch!! Don't do that to me, Hell Spawn!!' and Hob is like 'ugh!! I'm fine, Uncle Crowley, go away!!!' and Crowley is like 'nope. Not until I have seen for myself that you are not dying!! I have a duty of care, Hell Spawn!!' and Hob is like 'I AM A GROWN MAN!!' but he stomps out to the living room anyway like 'See?!?! Not dying. Now fuck off, please!!'

Crowley is like 'alright, I will go, but next time, text me, Hell Spawn. You can't just expect me to- Hell Spawn!!! Get behind me!!!!' because Dream has wandered in from behind Hob and Crowley a) knows who Dream is and b) is aware that Dream is on the DNI list for Hell. Hob is like 'what are you doing?! that's just my boyfriend!!' and Crowley is like 'YOU ARE DATING DREAM OF THE ENDLESS?!?!?!' and Hob is like 'His name is Morpheus!!!!' Dream is like '?!?!?!?' about the entire thing. Crowley is like 'Just wait until your mother hears about this!! Cannot believe-!! She is going to slaughter me!! Then she's going to slaughter him!!! then you're going to be grounded forever!!!' and Hob is like 'what are you on about?!'

Crowley eventually leaves, Dream and Hob awkwardly have to explain things to each other, including that one time like 'oh yeah, I beat your mother in duel by apparently invoking you?!?!'

Bonus scene 1:

Dream staring at Eye in the Dark, before he learns of Hob's true nature like 'Why do you have a Hell Cat?!' and Hob is like 'What?! That's just Eye in the Dark, she is a sweetheart!!! :D' Eye in the Dark meanwhile is hissing at Dream like 'hurt him and you won't see me coming!!!' and Dream is like 'So noted, little sister, I mean him no harm...'

Bonus scene 2:

Jed: Who are they, Uncle Dream?

Hob: Oh, these are my little brothers, Warlock and Adam.

Adam: I'm the Antichrist.

Warlock: Former Antichrist.

Adam: Well...

Jed: ...

Adam: Hey, wanna hear that time I almost destroyed the world?!?!?!

Rose: Oh, wow, yeah, they're definitely family.

Dream: !!

#Dreamling #Hob Gadling #Dream of the Endless #Hob was a spawn of Lucifer all along #Hob was Lucifer's son #Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale

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conjectureand-gloom · 1 year

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OMG I WANTED TO ASK YOU LITERALLY ALL OF THESE BUT I NARROWED IT DOWN TO FIVE. 11, 16, 20, 25, AND 40. I MIGHT COME BACK TO ASK MORE SO BEWARE

omggg im totally okay with more!! i certainly asked you sooo many lmao

11: link your three favourite fics right now

okay, i’ve just read some incredible harry potter fanfictions (disclaimer, jk rowling is a bitch) that my online friend has recommended me, but i won’t link those.

naturally, i would link mine to subdue immediately, but seeing as you were the one to send me this ask, i won’t lmao

currently rereading the thin ice ‘verse fics by @binch-i-might-be AGAIN, and i’m still sooo obsessed.

another fic that i really like currently is the addiction ‘verse by an anonymous writer

and the third one is between all the bleedin’ and fightin’ by break_so_beautifully and whumploversanonymous

16: how many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? share one of them?

ohhhhh i have wayy too many ideas currently, but my personal favourite idea is one where alex is captured and tortured, and they cut out his tongue :D

20: have you noticed any patterns in your fics? words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

yeah actually, so many of my fanfics occur during winter. like, i don’t know any fics that i’ve written that occur during summer?? and if i don’t state what season it’s set during, just know that i’m imagining it to be winter

25: what fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

definitely i may not live to see our glory… (my fic for the febuwhump prompt ‘muzzled’). i has got such a great response for my day 1 fic, and i remember being so confused why i didn’t have that many readers on day 2 either. ofc i do understand why, but it was sorta disappointing. another one is my dearest, angelica, another febuwhump fic. idk, i was really happy with this one, and i just wish i had got more of a response

40: if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

this is such an immediate response to me; this scene from but this situation’s helpless:

He finally stops in front of the bushes that they would sit in together, and spins around to face her. Maria seems to have recognised where they are, and she steps in front of him, crawling into the small spot.

Alex follows her in, and sits opposite Maria, who is staring at his neck.

His pendant of the ashes from their pact.

It feels like that conversation happened a thousand years ago.

It feels like Maria is a completely different person.

He tucks his pendant under his shirt, looking down at the floor.

“We were teenagers, Alex. We shouldn’t have felt the need to make that,” Maria whispers, reaching out and putting a hand on his. “We still are. I just- you shouldn’t have to still be wearing that.”

“Well I am. Because it’s still relevant to me, Maria. The promise I made to you is the only thing keeping me here. I know that you’re doing better, and I’d hate to be the undoing of that. You’re the only person keeping me on this godforsaken earth,” once Alex begins speaking, he can’t stop.

Maria’s grip on Alex’s hand strengthens. “This isn’t healthy, Alex. I’m not- I’m not present in your life anymore. I should not be the only person keeping you alive . You need to move on, before my memory isn’t enough. Please, Alex. Try. I’ve managed to, and I believe that you can too.”

i actually fully remember writing this scene. i was sitting in class and i said to my friends, through tears, “i wish i could draw, because i would love to draw fanart of this scene”

so yeah. this scene just has stuck in my mind, and i know exactly how it would be drawn and everything. i just can’t draw. likeeeee the necklace, alex and maria sitting together, maria comforting him, the bushes. everything. just djwjxiwhd i am so not okay about them.

tysm for asking, i loved answering these!!!

#asks #fanfic author asks #jittyjames

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ahaclownnoises · 2 years

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hi! idk if you still do drawing or fic requests but an agere themed one for lumine would be nice!

you can choose whether you want to do the fic or the drawing, I don’t really mind either

AAA!! OF COURSE!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG<33

⭐️;; The stars {Agere lumine} ;; 🌙

Summary;; An age regressed Lumine goes Out with her new found family and they take Lumine out to some parade n lumine gets to see the stars!!

Characters!;; Lumine, Amber, Lisa, Kaeya and paimon, jean {Aether, klee and Diluc are all mentioned!}

Warnings;; Lumine gets upset n tears up, Petnames {little star, Sunshine, princess, Love /p, etc!!} Little gear {Pacifier, sippy cup}, someone Judges Lumine but paimon yells at them n protects her, very fruity scene between Lisa n jean happens??, also don’t take lumine calling Lisa mommy sexually it’s platonic completely!!

“Lumine? Where is that girl..” jean was looking around for lumine, She didn’t know That Lumine was regressed she was getting worried about her. Lumine was hiding from Jean, It’s like they were playing hide and seek! Lumine was giggling, Jean heard the giggling and decided to see who it was, she assumed it was klee but To her surprise it wasn’t! It was Lumine “Oh! Lumine! I finally found you” She was relieved! “JeJe!” Lumine was giggling still “Oh! does Jeje have a little girl on her hands?” jean smiled at lumine, She nodded excited! “well come on, Sunshine. Remember our promise about the fun Areas we’d take you to?” ‘that’s today?! So exciting!! I can’t waittt!!’ Lumine thought to herself, She was so excited to go!, she held Jeans hand as they went to her office

“Ambyy! Paimon!” Lumine ran up to them giggling, She hugged them both “Oh! Hello Love!” Amber giggled “you missed Amby and paimon huh?” “Mhm!” Lumine said, emergency food Paimon smiled at lumines childishness! She was adorable! “well! We should get going, We wouldn’t wanna keep Lumine waiting, Now would we?” Lisa said, The others nodded “Yes, Lisa’s right everyone, let’s get going now.” Everyone nodded once again, kaeya picked up lumine and put her on his shoulders, She giggled, They all left jeans office! And thenn into town they go! The town had some parade that was going on, Lumine had so much fun at the parade!

“Bubba bubba!” She pulled on Kaeyas hair a bit “Ouch! Lumine, Little star, You can’t pull on people’s hair.. Okay?” Kaeya told her and she just nodded “Now, what did you wanna tell me?” “Can I has my paci? Please please please?” Kaeya chuckled “I think your agere bag is with Lisa, Come on let’s Go.” Kaeya and lumine were off to find Lisa! They were searching all around, They couldn’t find Lisa! But they found Amber and paimon “Amby! Amby!” Amber turned around, her and paimon were eating some food “Hm?.. Oh! Hello Love! Hey kaeya! Did you guys need anything?” Paimon turned around and kaeya put lumine down, they ran away to play “STAY SAFE! DONT GO FAR!! and yeah, lumine wanted her pacifier and.. we can’t find lisa.”

“Huh.. me and paimon couldn’t find jean if you think about it aswell.. But hey! We could look for them together!” Kaeya nodded in agreement of her plan, they were off to find jean and Lisa! Butttt besides that! Lumine and paimon were playing together “Pai! Pai!” lumine was giggling and running infront of paimon, she wasn’t paying attention “Lumine! Look out!” “Huh?” she bumped into some guy! “HEY! Watch it!” He yelled at lumine “Oh.. I sorry!” She looked down upset “Tch.. What a freak you are.. acting like a child.” He turned away and walked off, lumine started tearing up “Pai.. Am m a freak?..” Lumine looked at her about to cry “Nonono! Of course not! That guy is a big meanie! Pai will deal with him!” Paimon started floating towards him and tapped on his shoulder

“Huh? Oh it’s you. That freaks friend.” Paimon wanted to punch him so badly.. she kept some self control tho. “First off! My friend is not a freak! She’s a talented little girl, better than you! You big meanie! Don’t say stuff about her like that ever AGAIN!! This is just her coping mechanism, Leave her alone for Barbatos sake!” She went back to lumine “there! I dealt with that Big meanie!” She hugged Lumine,lumine giggled “Thank youu pai!” “you’re welcome Lumine! You wanna go back to kaeya and Amber?” She nodded and off back to kaeya and Amber they went! Wherever they were..

Now back to finding jean and Lisa with Amber and kaeya! “Where could they be..” “Aha! I think that’s them!” Amber spotted Lisa and jean! Finally they found them. They were in some alley “why’re they here?..” “Shh.. quiet Amber.” Kaeya hid both himself and Amber somewhere secret, sure they could’ve walked up to them but hey this was more fun! “Lisa, did you seriously just take me here for fun?” Jean was wondering why Lisa even took her here in the first place. Lisa chuckled “Of course not, Darling. I just need something from you!” “Hm.. and what would that be?”

“I know what I’m saying is not important to you but.. Darling please stop overworking yourself, I know This has nothing to do with today but.. promise me you’ll stop overworking for a while.” Lisa was concerned about her girlfriend friend. “Lisa I can’t just.. why don’t we just head back to lumine and the others?..” “Jean. please?..” Lisa held both of jeans hands. “I.. Okay.. I promise.” Jean just sighed, she might as well accept it. Lisa kissed her on the cheek “Thank you.” Jean blushed after she did that “Lisa I-“ Jean was Interrupted by someone “JEJE!! MOMMY!” It was Lumine, she ran up to them and hugged them both “Awwh~ Sweetheart did you miss mommy and JeJe?” lumine nodded happily, paimon was with her aswell! “Well I guess since you two had your little talk we can come out now. Come on Amber” Kaeya and Amber got out of their hiding spots and they walked over to the others “how long have you two been there?..”

“Uhm.. A while..” Amber said, she felt a bit guilty for listening to their chat.. especially in private! “Amby! Bubba!” Lumine hugged them aswell “Hello Love! Sorry we left you, We just wanted to find Jean and Lisa for you!” Amber hugged Lumine back “Yeah we’re sorry Sunshine. But Hey how about as an apology we get you some dessert and juice?” Kaeya patted lumines head, She nodded happily “Yes yes yes! Pleasee?” She turned around to Lisa and jean making puppy eyes at them, I mean.. how could they say No? “Awwh~ of course you can get some! But only one, okay princess?” Lisa told her, lumine agreed, They went back to the parade and got Lumine some yummy desserts and some grape juice that jean put in lumines sippy cup

“Thank you Jeje!” Lumine took the grape juice from jean and started drinking it “Hey.. You know who likes grape juice and is also a little like youu?~” Lisa said smiling at lumine “Hm.. Oh! Luc! Luc!” “that’s right, sunshine! It’s Diluc! Such a smart little girl!” Lisa kissed Lumines forehead “Wait.. Dilucs an age regressor?” Jean never found about about this until now! “You didn’t know? Well yeah he is! I actually found out about this the winery, He was actually slipping and I took him out of the winery since.. I’m not letting a little near alcohol!” Kaeya was telling them the whole story about how he found out, Lumine got bored and she started wandering around, Not too far! Paimon followed her

“Lumine?” Paimon looked at lumine, Lumine looked at the stars Smiling “Pai! I’m gonna name that starr.. aether!” Lumine giggles pointing at a star “Aether the star!” paimon smiled at her “Yeah! Aether the star! Is he a cool star?” Paimon asked “Yeah yeah! The coolest star ever! My favorite star ever!” She smiled, lumine heard the others calling her and paimons name! Guess it was time to go back, She ran over to them “Lumine.. I promise I’ll help you find aether! I won’t stop trying..” Paimon said, No one heard her. She floated back to the others

Today was a good day.

JESUS CHRIST HOLY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOE WHAT?!-?/$/)/$/? WELL JF LOOKS GOOD RNOUGH?? <- spent too long on that fanfix

anyways here’s the divider I used</3 🌸

also agere Diluc + lumine 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

Also ignore any spelling mistakes?? {englsih isnt my fiest language so I apologize 😭 + I’m so yirsd}

#tommy does requests!!#sfw agere #sfw interaction only #genshin agere #genshin age regression #lumine #genshin impact agere

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sambambucky · 2 years

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hiiiiiiii is it annoying if i ask about... like 4 bc i am CURIOUS Jamie’s eight, tiny favors, best behavior, A ghost story of Sorts, Competitive pay plus benefits?

HELLOOOO lmao you know i cant shut up! the more the better; could never could be annoyed by you!

k so: -jamies eight is an oceans eleven-ish type au... thing. i drafted this a long time ago and picked up again recently & hehehe o boy its so messy!

The dog tags and wedding band are as integral a part of Sam’s body as his birthmarks and scars, the tattoo on his ribs. How long have they been shoved away in this drawer? “I shouldn’t have –” Sam sits back on Bucky’s thighs, hand out. “Give me that.” Bucky pools the chain into his palm, and Sam loops them onto his neck and climbs off Bucky’s lap. He shivers in the cold Sam leaves behind. “This was a mistake.” Sam whispers, eyes downcast, running the metal through his fingers as he paces. He’s beautiful even when he’s ripping his heart out of his chest.

-tiny favors, best behavior is another lets-torture-rhodey fic from the they're always like this 'verse... rhodey's cousin is in town visiting and she's a big Falcon fan..

“Hey is it okay if Bucky comes too? I shouldn’t leave him alone, he gets all anxious.” “I might scratch up all the furniture,” Bucky adds. And, no. That’s not what this is about. The reservation is for four, but he was planning to bring Tony, which would have been its own can of worms, but worms Rhodey can handle - gummi worms at worst. Bucky was never a part of this equation. He should put his foot down and tell them no. “Yeah,” Rhodey says, “of course he can come.”

-a ghost story of sorts is, like, uh, bucky gets kidnapped or something as a kid, and then meets sam in a record store as a teenager? and they promise to meet there again in ten years? idk

“Wait,” he says, delicate but firm, like the hand on Sam's wrist. Sam doesn’t pull his hand away, too stunned by the sudden introduction to the sound of his voice. “My name is Bucky.” It comes out like a secret. Soft, and with sincerity. A name he’s given himself, or an identity gifted by someone he holds dear. Sam bites back his smile, telling himself not to spin this whole thing up into something bigger than it needs to be. Then Rhodey lays on the horn, and Bucky lets go of Sam, and the moment breaks around them.

& last but actually least -competitive pay + benefits is the tentative(?) title for the office au! i hadnt looked at this doc in a while... the only coherent thing in it is a 'bonus chapter' thats not even in the mockumentary format???

“Ugh, is that today? Can’t believe we let him sign us up for that.” “It’s impossible to say no to either of them since the divorce. He probably just wants to get Steve on camera saying he still loves him.” “God, they’re so pathetic,” Bucky says, putting his hands underneath his head, looking up at Sam dreamily. “Idunno." Sam sits back onto his thighs and smirks. “You divorce me, and we still have to see each other at work everyday? I promise I’m gonna act up way worse than those two.” Bucky smiles, but he starts to look a little queasy the way he always does when Sam brings up marriage, or anything to do with their future. He reaches down to brush Bucky’s hair out of his face and watches his expression clear.

hehe thanks for the ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ok obligatory ramble in the tags #there is a sambucky oceans eleven au on the archive im p sure!#i was going to link it but i cant find it so sorry #and if anyone knows wha ti mean lmk #p sure its pre fatws era and only one chapter where bucky talks to tony???#also im remembering i wrote that last one JUST to explain why sam and bucky arrive separately in ordinary workplace behavior #as if anyone cares #anyway this was so fun #lmao at the next few asks #jo do be writing or whatever #sambucky fics #tag games #crepuscularqueens #the wip tag

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gallus-rising · 6 months

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for p1: current favorite ship/first favorite ship and p2 current favorite character/first favorite character. also top 5 pokemon for 3

i'm afraid i can't give you first fav ship/character since my memory is terrible and also i'm probably over thinking it and trying to go too far back 😔 first fav character was assuredly someone from Digimon tho lol

ok under the cut because it got longish lol

current favorite ship: currently suffering from ekumob brainrot 😔

when I started shipping it if I did:

ok their friendship was already very important to me but when the broccoil arc was animated?? idk for some reason that Activated something in me..... there was also this one popular fanartist on twt who's since moved on from mp100 that def contributed. no idea where they are now but i hope they're doing well 🙏

my thoughts:

oh god we'll be here all day. they r. Good

What makes me happy about them:

hhhng human/monster ships always make me happy just because (´ ∀ ` *) but something specific to them is the slowbuild trust between them?? most of my ships are built on canon friendship stuff and mp100's platonic relationships are particularly good. i wouldn't be able to properly describe it w/o going into full series meta lol but this is a good place to start probably

What makes me sad about them:

we all know that mortal/immortal pairings never end well :']

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

there isn't enough fic for them for this to rly be applicable :''']

things I look for in fanfic:

thing i'm desperate for in both fic and art is ghost Dimple. get that claw guy outta here he is a mere means to an end

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

ekurei is always fun but Mob is aro to me u-u i'm shipping him in an aro way. i promise it makes since in my head

My happily ever after for them:

just very chill living together. Mob seemingly lives alone and his normal friends feel a lil bad for him and try to set him up w someone every once and a while but Mob always politely declines. when Mob is busy Dimple spends time with the extended S&S crew because those are his fwiends 🥺 sometimes Dimple is gone for a few days but he always comes back home <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

depends on whether Dimple is in Big Ghost mode or Little Ghost mode lol but i feel like they both equally enjoy either role

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Mob astral projecting so Dimple can possess his body and do the sorts of normal human things he misses. just. small ghost Mob hanging out while Dimple goes on a walk or has dinner or takes a bath or w/e. also. small ghost cuddles 🥺 tiny ghost Mob and tiny ghost Dimple snuggling 🥺🥺 Mob's unconscious body is about 5 feet away ig

current favorite character: bouncing around between various Dungeon Meshi characters atm but let's go with Laois

How I feel about this character:

autism to autism communication

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

no one. he is aroace to me u-u

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

i don't say this lightly but the Touden party is the found family of all time oh my GOD

My unpopular opinion about this character:

as an autistic/autistic-coded characters he is ofc subject to Pure Sunshine Syndrome UwU so most of my unpopular opinions are just canon facts lmao. he's very smart and a capable leader, charisma is just his dump stat

also i know someone wrote a meta post explaining this way better but Laios is just so angry. the post was mostly about how in most media the character who is autistic misreads the social situation is always in the wrong. the character must always realize they've committed a horrible social taboo and eventually apologize to everyone for their bad behavior. but Dugeon Meshi lets Laios be angry. like yeah!! why didn't ppl just explain things to him?? he gets mad when other ppl pretend to get along w him but actually dislike him and are waiting for him to get a clue. so yeah, Laios is a chill guy but underneath that he is just so angry at the world all the time. he's pissed off ppl treat him like a freak for acting sincerely, he's pissed off ppl treat his sister like a freak for her natural talents, and Kabru is super valid and right for assuming that Laios hates humanity bc he kinda does a lil (tho not to the extent that Kabru thought ofc)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

let him have fangs and glowly cat eyes and all that. he needs to live out his furry/otherkin dreams.

my OTP:

N/A

my cross over ship:

you know what???? Venom.

a headcanon fact:

ALMOST ALL DUNGEON MESHI CHARACTERS HAVE SOME KIND OF DISCORDED EATING IN THIS ESSAY I WILL--

top 5 favorite pokemon: hhhhng picking just 5 is v difficult so consider this incomplete. listed in no particular order because i'm bad at that 😔

turtwig line. i yelled when the Big Torts appeared in Detective Pikachu

porygon line. split line evo where you can evolve proygon2 into porygon3 which is stated for Sp. Def vs porygon-z's Sp. Atk WHEN!!!!

pidove line. fav regional bird. unfezant is Peak bird design

smugleaf snivy line. it's a skink that evolves into a legless lizard what's not to love??

klefki. L + Ratio + Prankster + Thunder Wave + Spikes + Dual Screens + Light Clay. Taunt users DNI

#*furious pecking*#thank youuuu <3

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moonjxsung · 8 months

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STARRR I MISSED YOU TOO 💖

honestly, I’ve only seen the age cap thing from like 2 people so far. and they don’t even have it on their main pages, they have it tucked away in carrds. and one of them gets so much interaction (2000+ notes on one fic) I doubt they even really care. like I don’t think either of them have the energy to enforce it, it just feels weird to include it in the first place

no actually, the older kpop fans were our age once and they still have groups their age that are active. but for those whose groups go inactive, what are they supposed to do? just stop liking kpop? and yeah, I’m so thankful for their adult money. I’m young and broke and recently graduated uni, so I don’t have the savings to splurge on kpop albums like I wish I could 😞

YES 100% PEOPLE HATE SEEING WOMEN HAPPY!! especially single, financially independent, confident women. if you are outwardly enjoying something and not afraid to say it, insecure bitches want to make you feel bad. I understand where this comes from: young women are made to feel bad for enjoying kpop, they’re embarrassed and judged. then they take that bitterness and lash out at grown women who have moved past feeling bad about their interests. so much jealousy!

no omg, don’t apologize for long responses!! I love chatting with you 🫶🏻 and I love you. sending loves and kisses now 💖💖💖 but honestly I’ve been wanting to dm you but I’m so scare 😖 I’m trying to do better but idk, talking to people is so intimidating 🥺🫠

-⛈️ / Bae

Having it tucked away in their carrd is soooo ☹️ like imagine you’re interacting with someone’s content and you have no clue they don’t even want you interacting with it because they don’t even publicize it well, and on TOP of that the reason is just that you’re 30 years old? That’s so ☹️ I’m okay with any adults interacting with my content and supporting whatever they want fr as long as they are respectful I don’t see any harm in it at all. We’re all consenting adults at the end of the day ! Older fans started somewhere too, I feel like we forget that groups get older and then there come these new generations with members younger than we are. I’m at the age where new groups that debut are pretty much all younger than me and it’s still so weird to wrap my head around. But I will not let people make me feel bad for liking kpop when I’m older ! I love Kpop and learning about it as a subculture and drawing inspiration from people/songs/concepts etc. There’s just so much to it and I wouldn’t just leave that behind me simply because I aged. Also EXACTLY about the part of lashing out at older women who are confident enough to openly like kpop! Younger people need to realize they’ll get there a lot sooner than they think. Me personally I will never feel ashamed about liking kpop, that shit keeps me going frfr 😤

I love YOU I’m sending you all my kisses and love right back!! Also don’t be afraid to dm me, it’s just lil me! I promise I don’t judge anyone on here and I thoroughly enjoy talking with all of you but you’re allowed to do whatever makes you feel comfortable 💓🫶 I’m always here for you either way! Dm or message on anon or send a carrier pigeon, I’m just happy you’re here 👼

#⛈️ anon #ask

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if i could i would fight the school system just so u would have the time and mood to write >:T but i'm glad u could write a bit and waiting for ur next fic!!!🥳🥳 (your post about a fic u are writing seems pretty fun :o and love jihoon as a side character!!!) AAA IM HAPPY TO HEAR THAT I WOULD LOVE TO READ TREASURE FICS FROM U ESPECIALLY THE JIHOON ONES HIHI!!! I AM VERY GRATEFUL FOR UR FRIEND WHO CONVINCED U!!!!

hmmmm idk if its reveal vibe or not but my fav ep from them is the thrill ride ep (probably has a special place in my heart cuz that was my first cb with them lmao but that era was so well done and i really love the songs!!) i think their new ep is really great my favs are especially awake and savior aaanndd their breaking dawn album slaps as a whole i love it so muchhh and for my last recommendation from them would be survive the night which is a song that was fully written by sunwoo and it's definitely one of my favs (there is also a song from giuk featuring sunwoo that just dropped and u might like it if u are interested) and i really hope u will like some cuz idk if any of these would be the type of songs u would listen to;-; the last longer content i watched from them was come on the boyz but eric isn't in it cuz he was on a hiatus at the time:( but it's really fun! i also started to watch back the boyz timeout (and had to stop cuz school >:T) and that is also really good and everyone is there:D so i would recommend those if u want like a series (?) type of thing with them but for "shorter" contents their mafia games are very fun to watch!!! their idol human theater videos are great as well!!! and the last one i would say is they just made a video with the fo squad and that seemed very funny although i didn't have the time to watch it yet;-; (IM VERY SORRY ABOUT JUST RECOMMENDING SO MANY THINGS AND FOR THIS LONG ASS LIST I WENT A BIT OVERBOARD D: )

KEVIN IS SUCH A LOVELY GUY his bubble messages are usually either very funny or just very meaningful and his posts are always top tier🤌 i think he would just solidify his place in ur heart lmao and eric is just such a bestie material!!! well u know i just came in here in the middle of ur treasure era being like 🧍the boyz🧍and i don't want to interrupt u with just randomly talking about them 🧍(which i deff did so im sorry and sorry again for the long ass list of recs)

ooo god gifted kid burnouts suck so much;-; but tbh yeah the grade doesn't really matter just pass and get the paper in the end cuz that's the most important ig and u would get it with even just passing (although im just🤡 cuz i will never think like this sadly so) i don't think my experience will be different ngl;-; so im trying to get myself ready to just not be sad about it cuz it's bound to happen lmao

AHH UR REPLIES JUST MAKE ME SO HAPPY LIKE U READ MY LONG ASS RAMBLINGS AND U ARE ALWAYS SO LOVELY SO I JUST🥹🥹 I APPRECIATE U VERY MUCH!!!!!! (liebestraum anon💗💕💕 sorry for disappearing again☹️)

SJSJSJ its okay because the motivation is that once its over i have the whole summer to write is making me go through this more easily 😙😌 also im handling things a lot better than last semester LMAO so im good over here 🤞 DJSJ glad u liked the posts abt the fic so far, jihoon is kind of the main character unfortunatelt (he is in the fic more than mark i-) but the brainrot cant be helped. IM GRATEFUL FOR MY FRIEND TOO she's a real one 😙 i'll let u know abt the blog if i manage to set one up after all hihi

first comebacks with a group are always the most special istg i thought about this the other day. like for me rock with you, hot sauce and can't you see me? are really special too😭 i havent had time to listen to these but i promise that by the time we talk again i will and i'll have my reviews ready!! 😌😌 also i love how u can kinda get my music taste w western artists (like when u recommended me hungarian songs and were spot on) but w kpop u rlly cant tell😭😭😭 i love me some kpop group variety shows tbh so i will definitely watch all of these later !! DONT BE SORRY ABT RECOMMENDING SO MUCH I GET U IF I WAS ASKED FOR RECS FOR ANY OF MY FAV GROUPS I WOULDVE DONE THE SAME THING. i saw kevin's weverse (?) replies on tiktok today and i- 😭 my man is a comedian i love him. the same w eric. icons. SJSJS dont worry about interrupting my treasure era i can handle it (im also suddenly into cix as well so i can handle everyone atp)

and u get it u get it !!! like it does feel good to get academic validation from time to time (i got a 45/50 on my essay today❤❤❤) but as long as its not an F i do not feel disappointed. esp when i get reminded of the fact that im studying on one of the best unis in my country and that my major is actually kind of hard 💀💀 get ready for the terrors of university i mean u can expect it but actually experiencing it will be just as shitty so i just pray u dont take it as badly as i did for a lil while🤞 im here for u if that happens tho!!

always appreciating u and smiling at your asks, mwah mwah ‼

#💌ask #liebestraum anon

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thranduilland · 2 years

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I posted 11,565 times in 2022

57 posts created (0%)

11,508 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@msgeekstyle

@do-you-have-a-flag

@writerman

@accidentallypallas

@quarra

I tagged 522 of my posts in 2022

#dreamling - 30 posts

#dream of the endless - 29 posts

#lol - 27 posts

#hob gadling - 23 posts

#omfg - 18 posts

#the sandman - 18 posts

#hahaha - 14 posts

#sandman - 9 posts

#long will i queue ere i begin this war for gold - 8 posts

#rings of power - 7 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

Head canon that started out with @msgeekstyle as a cracky 'haha, but what if?!' that has slowly started to consume my life. I'll have to write fic for it after I finish my fae Hob series but...

Crowley eventually leaves, Dream and Hob awkwardly have to explain things to each other, including that one time like 'oh yeah, I beat your mother in duel by apparently invoking you?!?!'

Bonus scene 1:

Bonus scene 2:

Jed: Who are they, Uncle Dream?

Hob: Oh, these are my little brothers, Warlock and Adam.

Adam: I'm the Antichrist.

Warlock: Former Antichrist.

Adam: Well...

Jed: ...

Adam: Hey, wanna hear that time I almost destroyed the world?!?!?!

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Okay, okay, but the mental image was too good. I had to share.

Dream coming to visit Hob at his apartment, Hob's JUST gotten a new appliance of some sort that came in a big cardboard box, that he's left sitting on the floor in the living room, like 'eh, I'll recycle it later' while he's setting up the appliance. Dream takes one look at the cardboard box, his eyes go all black and he turns into a cat and jumps inside, curls up and goes to sleep. Hob, watching on, is like '... hello?! What just happened?! I didn't... even know... you could do that?!'

443 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

So, Hob learning about Dream's imprisonment and Dream kinda being real down at how much things have changed and how little a hand he had in that at all, like he's the collective unconscious of humanity's dreams and... humans obviously don't need him anymore, because they did just fine without him for over a century...

Hob making a physical mix tape (or two or three or-) of all the songs Dream has missed between 1916 to when he got free that are about 'the Sandman', or about dreams/daydreams/the Dreaming etc, etc. The mix tape just has 'Dream' written on it.

But, Hob doesn't have anything left that would actually play a mix tape anymore, so he also makes a digital playlist and the next time Dream visits him, he sits Dream down in his apartment like 'Humans never forgot about you, Dream. Even when you weren't here. We were looking for you, thinking of you. Trust me?' and Dream just nods. So, Hob lets the playlist play at random, he made it by year, but he just lets it run as fate dictates.

Of course, the first song is Talk by Hozier, and almost immediately it gets Dream crying, because Hob has no idea the significance of that song. Hob almost stops the playlist entirely, but Dream shakes his head, tells him to keep playing it.

After Talk comes Evanescence's Imaginary, comes Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics, comes Dream On by Aerosmith, comes Enter Sandman by Metallica, comes Mr Sandman by the Chordettes, comes the River of Dreams by Billy Joel, comes the Gunner's Dream by Pink Floyd, comes Trees (Hallway of Leaves) by Sleeping at Last, comes-

They have to stop, because there are too many songs to play all in one go, but when they do stop, Dream is a wreck, clinging to Hob and thanking him with a shaking voice. Hob clings back just as tight and smiles brightly and says 'ah, my dearest friend, this is nothing, wait until you hear all the poems!'

883 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

Rose snapping a pic of her Uncle Dream with her History Prof and the pic just manages to get the exact moment where Dream is looking at Hob like Hob hung the damn moon while Hob is obliviously reading something to him from one of the history books. She sends the pic to Dream with the caption 'the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one' and Dream just leaves it on read... she sends it to Hob and he just sends back a bunch of love hearts and the pleading face emoji...

1,227 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Alright. But Hob accidentally making the New Inn as a temple to Morpheus. All of Moprheus' more loyal but still epically curious Dreams/Nightmares (except for Gilbert) being like 'hey, hey, wait. This is a temple to Lord Morpheus, right? So, technically, this land is part of Lord Morpheus' realm, so technically, if we go to the New Inn... we aren't leaving the Dreaming, so Lord Morpheus can't get mad at us!!'

So, Dreams and Nightmares keep showing up at the Inn, but Hob doesn't know that they're Dreams and Nightmares, he just thinks they're kind of odd regulars. They all become oddly fond and protective of Hob, like 'he's our Lord Morpheus' high priest, no one messes with our hi- we mean, with our Lord's high priest!!'

By the time Dream gets free, the New Inn is the regular haunt of more Dreams/Nightmares than humans, unless one includes Hob's own students, who get discounts there. Dream shows back up at the New Inn, does NOT notice any of his Dreams/Nightmares because he's too busy making heart eyes at Hob and being all 'omg, pls take me back, I fucked up, I am sorry! D: ' without saying even 1% of that.

Dream only notices his Dreams/Nightmares are literally there watching him flirt with Hob when they make out on like the third date, and Hob's students all start whistling/cheering/clapping/etc and Hob is like 'oh no'. Dream turns to look at the other guests and finds himself meeting eyes with one of his own subjects and it's just that scene where Corinthian and Gilbert see each other, only this time it's Dream and a bunch of his own subjects, like suddenly everywhere he looks he finds a familiar pair of eyes and he's like '!!!??!?!?' and they're all like 'hey, boss, technically you own the land, so we're not breaking any rules :) ' and Dream suddenly suffers the mortifying ordeal of being known by his subjects... and Hob, but Hob doesn't count anymore because he worked through his mortification over that one...

2,413 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

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archerincombat · 2 years

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You get what you get (and you don't get to pick 'em)

just a short lil drabble for the start of Ravi week—not one of the two official fics i’m working on but what can i say? the power of ravi compelled me and i wrote this in the last hour. title from family is family by kacey musgraves

day one: family | 1k

Ravi isn’t expecting his sister to show up in Los Angeles without warning, seeing as it’s a several hour flight from Austin. But really, it’s the conversation Ananya is having with Buck that makes him think, Well, it’s been a good run. Shame I have to quit three days before my shield ceremony.

B-shift has just gotten back from their last call of the day, so Ravi’s exhausted and maybe, possibly hallucinating, but the B-shift Captain claps him on the back and tells him he’ll put in a good word with the Fire Chief, which unnerves him more than anything else and maybe Ravi’s really running on fumes and he’s hallucinating because the only other option seems to be Ananya. In the station kitchen. Speaking to Buck Buckley.

She looks put together in a way that Ravi isn’t, and if her standards weren’t, “I don’t date white people,” then Ravi admits, as an older brother, he would be kind of nervous. Because Ravi does date white people and he thinks Buck, the walking benefactor of therapists everywhere, is kind of hot, sometimes.

Less so when he’s speaking to his sister, though.

“Hello,” he interrupts, only half-way up the staircase but unable to bear them not paying attention to him for a second longer. (What? He’s a Leo moon.) “Please tell me I’m having a heat stroke. Or any kind of stroke, really. I’m not picky. In fact, just bring back the cancer, I think—”

“Ravi,” Ananya greets, bumping his shoulder with a teasing smile on her face. “Buck was just telling me—”

And here’s the problem, because Ravi has no issue with Ananya spilling embarrassing childhood stories about him, it can’t be any worse than spending your college tuition on a motorcycle only to crash it, or Baby In Wall, which took place when Buck was a whole ass 25 year old. It’s not Ananya sharing stories that Ravi has an issue with. “—about the q-word situation. Super cool of you, dude. Way to make a first impression.”

Ravi blinks at her, trying to convey whatever he’s trying to convey through years of growing up together in the same house. He hopes she reads, Go away now and not Huh, my older brother doesn’t want my at his job, guess I’ll stay.

“This is not—” he waves his hand, acutely aware that he’s ignoring Buck entirely. “Are our parents here? Are they hiding somewhere? Did Dad get to Bobby?”

“Hey, man,” Buck says cheerfully. “It can’t be any worse than finding out you have a brother who died of cancer and your family hid it from you their entire lives because it was technically your fault.”

Now it’s Ananya’s turn to blink. “Wow,” she replies, slowly. A lot of people are very scared. “Um, okay, so our family isn’t actually, like, traumatizing, or whatever, but yeah, they’re all in town. I just swang by to see if your friends wanted to join us for dinner tomorrow?”

Ravi thinks, Please, God no, but that’s not enough, clearly, because Buck brightens like he’s just been struck by direct sunlight and grins at Ravi, like he’s the one that orchestrated this and also like he didn’t just suggest that he and Albert have a joint graduation ceremony two months ago before Albert quit, a suggestion that Ravi’s never quite gotten over because it implies Ravi and Albert being in the same room as each other for an extended period of time and not snapping at each other.

“That would be amazing!” Buck says, grinning. “I’ll text the group. I’m sure they’re free. Are you guys vegetarian because I’ve been meaning to go vegan and—”

Ravi takes that as his cue to go take a shower, and informs his mother that if she cancels this dinner, he’ll make an appearance at the temple next to his house at least once a month.

She texts back, Why can’t you do both? and yeah, Ravi really should’ve seen that coming.

Dinner goes…well, it goes.

His dad and Hen get along well—“See, Ravi, it’s never too late to go to Med School.” And his mom and Bobby are trading recipes as she lists everything out to him with 50% less chili powder than Ravi knows she normally adds. And Eddie and Buck seem very entertained by Ananya, who’s clearly subtly trying to figure out if they’re a thing and if so, by how much, and—

It’s not terrible, all together. He sighs and Chim, who’s sitting directly to his left, shoots him a glance. “You okay, Ravi?”

They’re closer, now, after Chimney left and came back and Ravi felt like he could breathe for the first time in ages. It feels like Ravi, Chimney, and Hen, these days, if only because Bobby’s their Captain and Buck and Eddie are in their own world.

“Fine,” he says finally, feeling something like it. “Yeah, fine. I just—I don’t know, it’s all very overwhelming.”

“This is overwhelming!” Chimney exclaims. “This is—remember when you were trying to explain the plot of Riverdale to me?”

“That’s performance art. I think they just made Archie gay.”

“Right before it got canceled?”

“Oh, you know the radicals can’t win everything,” Ravi replies, swirling his fettuccine. He hears Ananya laugh at something Eddie says and smiles, just to himself. “Has anyone told you that the 118 is a little co-dependant. And weird?”

Chimney points his fork at him. “Has anyone ever told you that that’s not a bad thing?” Buck says something about tapeworms and everyone groans and Hen tells him to, “please let them have one meal in peace, Jesus Christ,” and Chimney just smirks into his pasta, sharing a glance with Ravi. “Welcome to the family, probie.”

#cancer mention //#raviweek2022 #em.fic #yeah idk either but better fics are coming i promise #911 fic

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr.

♡ author’s note(s): um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33

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“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”

your gaze flicks up and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge. you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of. it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.

you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.

downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl. “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.

“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”

it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.

in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”

“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”

“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”

bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat. “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”

“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“

your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”

you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.

you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.

but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.

bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.

“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.

speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.

but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.

“i was—“

“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown, before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.

you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.

kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”

“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.

“fuck you, that’s mean!”

“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”

a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”

it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.

“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.

“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”

“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”

you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”

the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.

“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”

it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.

kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.

after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.

“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“

“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”

you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.

the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.

instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“

“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.

“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”

shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.

“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”

the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”

you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”

“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.

“...i mean...yes, sir.”

“atta fuckin’ girl.”

your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.

kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.

saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”

“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.

but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”

“she’s crying, katsuki.”

“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.

his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”

you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.

all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.

the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.

you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.

you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”

sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.

kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.

you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“

“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.

“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.

you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”

suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.

speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.

bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you, there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.

you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”

“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.

“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”

nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.

the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.

the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”

his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.

you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.

“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.

“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.

even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.

your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.

three. the crowd cheers from outside.

“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.

two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.

their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”

one. happy new year!

“holy fucking shit!”

“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”

colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.

eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”

“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”

completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”

the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.

“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,” mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.

bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”

kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”

“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.

it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.

happy fucking new year indeed.

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Prompts:May I request a "[number] of times Patton took care of the others and one time they took care of him" formatted hurt/comfort? Could be canonverse, kidfic, etc... bonus points if "the others" includes Thomas with some call backs to I think it was "growing up" where Roman, Logan, and Virgil talk about Patton's contributions. I kinda feel like Patton's getting put down because of the recent stuff, ya know? oof. - anon

*crashes through the wall like the kool-aid man* Heya! Uh so I was wondering if you could maybe do a sanders sides fic where Logan when distressed just latches onto an object and refuses to let people take it from him? Like water bottle? Yeah that’s not leaving. Or maybe a jacket that is not not being taken off no matter what. Something along those lines. Cause I do that and i feel like It’s a very Logan thing to just become obsessed with an object because if that’s there then he’s there and if it doesn’t change then it means reality is okay. Idk if any of this made sense but alas. -Nex

Soooooo question- hope this is a good idea- but like Logan is words, right? So like crazy thought but imagine how frustrating it would be if Logan went mute- if he gets so stressed and so upset that his voice just goes out, and he can't speak a word. And it kills him, cause he's so loud in his head, no one is listening, and he can't speak a single word. And eventually the group or someone notices and its a scramble to help cause Logan's mute and sad and he really wishes he could ask for help - anon

Oh gosh prompt (Feel free to ignore this if you arent taking them!) *Virgil, About the others saying they love him* "I guess... Its nice to know that they think they feel that way" Someone please give this emo a hug. Maybe he feels like he's unloveable because he hurt the dark sides by leaving them, and that because he hurt them, they dont care about him, so the light sides cant either?? Spoiler, they all (Dark and light) do very much care. Have a wonderful day!! - anon

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Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety attacks, food issues

Pairings: DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic, don't care

Word Count: 3467

Living is not easy, life is not simple.

Sometimes it's enough to...ease the ache.

Patton catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye and pauses. He carefully sets the bread on the counter and moves back to the fridge, careful to keep his back turned.

“I’m just about to make some sandwiches,” he says conversationally, “would you like one?”

No verbal response, but there is another scuffle just to his left.

“Good. Have you eaten much today, kiddo?”

Silence.

“No? That’s okay, I haven’t had a proper breakfast either. We’ll each do two sandwiches, then, how does that sound?”

A pause, and then another shuffle.

“Sounds good.”

Patton turns to the fridge, carefully pulling out the ingredients he remembers. Each time, as he sets one on the counter, he pauses, waiting to hear the soft shuffle of approval before moving on to the next.

When he turns, he keeps his gaze on the ingredients and his hands. He makes the sandwiches in plain view of the kitchen, each step exposed and obvious so there won’t be any surprises when the sandwich is bitten into. Every so often he’ll catch sight of a blur moving back and forth or hear the creak of the floor in front of him. He doesn’t look up. He never looks up. As he gets closer to finishing, he sees a shadow cover the counter closest to him.

“I’m almost done, kiddo,” he promises softly, “you can take this back to your room to eat if it makes you feel better, that’s okay.”

A softer shuffle. Not quite acceptance, but curiosity.

“I mean it.” Patton turns his back on the finished sandwich. “As long as you’re eating something, kiddo, I don’t mind where. It’s just important to me that you eat.”

A pause, then a slow scrape of ceramic as someone picks up the plate.

Patton smiles, relief pushing at the bubble in his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. You come back down when you want another one, okay?”

Another shuffle and the small pop that comes with sinking out. Patton can’t help turning around, though, just after he hears it, to smile at a now-empty kitchen. He sighs, bracing his hands on the counter.

Coaxing Virgil to eat when he doesn’t want to or can’t seem to eat has never been easy. Thomas used to feel the urge to skip meals altogether because he was too anxious and even developing this system has been a slow work in progress.

But, when Patton’s back is turned eating and making his own second sandwich, when he turns around the plate is back, littered with crumbs.

He smiles.

Logan is rarely quiet.

Unlike most of the other Sides, Logan has a gift for eloquence. Not to say that the others don’t! Or that they can’t talk or speak as well as Logan can, but Logan seems to have this…connection with words, so to speak, where he can translate exactly what’s in his head into words and out to the rest of them. He doesn’t struggle for them the way the others do. Often he’s helped them find their own words so they can talk, he’s invaluable to most group discussions.

Which is why, in the middle of a heated argument one day, Patton glances over to see Logan utterly silent and knows something’s wrong.

His hands are clenched. His brow is furrowed and he’s staring off somewhere. His face looks like it’s been frozen; the expression is almost entirely blank and even though the Sides don’t need to breathe, it looks like Logan is forcing himself to hold his breath.

“Logan?” Patton tries to call across the room. “Logan, are you okay?”

No answer. The rest of them barely pause.

“Logan,” Patton tries again, “Logan.”

Still nothing.

“Hey! Everyone!”

“What is it, Patton,” Virgil grits out, “not a good time.”

“Yes, really, it would be best if we kept interruptions to a minimum.”

“Oh, you’d like that, would you?”

“Enough!”

Patton feels a slight pang when they flinch at his shout but he forces it down. In the quiet that ensues, he tries calling again, gentler.

“Logan? Logan, are you alright?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman and Janus’s heads flick around in shock, hears Virgil and Remus stifle curses as they take in poor Logan. Logan slowly raises his head to look at Patton. Then he slowly, slowly moves a hand to touch his throat.

“Shit,” Virgil says, not caring about his language, “L’s nonverbal. We fucked up.”

“Good, Logan,” Patton murmurs as Logan nods, “keep looking at me. Just stay here, okay? You just focus on me.”

“Where’s his water bottle,” Remus hisses to the others, “that’s his object, someone must’ve grabbed it.”

Janus sinks out and comes back with a silver water bottle in his hands. “Is it this one? Someone left it near the door to the Imagination this morning.”

Logan’s gaze snaps to the water bottle and a bit of the tension in his shoulders releases.

“Give it to him,” Patton murmurs, “then back up. Come over toward me and sit.”

Janus carefully makes the hand-off and they do as they’re told, each sitting on the ground as Logan closes his eyes and presses the water bottle against his mouth. Patton stays standing a little longer, watching Logan’s fingers tap out a rhythm against the bottle’s surface. Then he slowly sinks down with the rest of them, each pulling out something quiet to keep their focus.

He passes a coloring book to Roman, a novel to Janus. Remus has tape to redo the grip on his Morningstar, Virgil has his phone. Patton fiddles idly with the sleeves of his hoodie, keeping half of his gaze on Logan.

After a while, the taps slow, and he looks up to see Logan blink a few times and focus on them again.

“My apologies for the inconvenience,” he says softly.

“No need for any of that, sweetheart, you feel better?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Do you want touch?”

“Plea—oh!”

“Remus,” Roman scolds as his brother all but tackles their Logan, “be gentle.”

“Oops.”

“No, no, it’s…it’s quite alright.”

“Come on,” Virgil says, “if we don’t move now we won’t get anything.”

“Speak for yourself,” Janus calls, already bundling one of Logan’s hands into his lap.

Patton just chuckles.

Patton walks downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink and almost falls off the last one.

Remus is sitting there, Morningstar clutched tight, eyes staring intently at the wall. There is something intensely unsettling about seeing Remus be still.

After Patton’s recovered from almost falling off the stairs, he takes a deep breath and walks slowly into the room, turning and crouching by the bookshelf.

His fingers run slowly along the spines, squinting in the half-dark, before he feels the shudder of Remus’s gaze turning onto him. He takes a deep breath, knowing it’s just Remus making sure everything’s alright, and keeps looking.

There it is.

Patton stands, turning with the book in his hands where Remus can see it. He walks slowly to the couch under Remus’s gaze, making sure the blanket draped over the back is nice and soft as he sits down at the other end. He opens the book, the thin shafts of light from the window enough to see by.

The spine of the book creaks as Patton opens it.

“I am a bunny,” he reads softly, “my name is Nicholas. I live in a hollow tree.”

Remus shuffles closer.

“In the spring, I like to pick flowers.” Patton turns the page. “I chase the butterflies and the butterflies chase me.”

The Morningstar vanishes as Remus’s body starts to list from side to side, leaning over to look at the pictures. Patton opens one arm and Remus’s head flops into his lap. He cards his hand through his hair.

“In the summer,” he continues, tugging the blanket down over his shoulders, “I like to lie in the sun and watch the birds.”

He smooths the blanket over Remus’s side, tucking him in. Remus’s eyes blink lazily.

“And I like to watch the frogs in the pond.”

Patton smiles as Remus starts to relax. He runs his hand through Remus’s hair again, willing the nasty thought gremlins away so the poor kiddo can try and sleep.

“When it rains, I keep dry under a toadstool. I blow the dandelion seeds into the air.”

Remus’s eyes begin to drift closed. Patton lowers his voice.

“In the fall, I like to watch the leaves falling from the trees. I watch the animals getting ready for the winter.”

Remus’s head is warm and solid in Patton’s lap. He presses them both into the couch, safe and quiet and real. Patton strokes a thumb over Remus’s brow.

“And when winter comes,” he murmurs, “I watch the snow falling from the sky.”

Slowly, oh, so, slowly, he closes the book and sets it aside. He doesn’t need to read this last line as he bends down to press a kiss to Remus’s temple.

“Then I curl up in my hollow tree and I dream about spring.”

Sometimes Janus doesn’t come out of his room until late in the day, and when he does, he shuffles slowly from place to place, his gloves hidden beneath the shadows of his cloak. His head stays bowed, his words quiet, curling up in a sun-warmed chair and falling asleep.

Patton gently shakes him awake and asks if he needs help with his scales again.

Janus nods, letting Patton take his arm and slowly wink them out to Janus’s room. The others know about this, so they’re rarely disturbed and if they are, it’s only because it’s an absolute emergency.

“You go get everything off,” Patton murmurs, pushing Janus gently toward the corner of the bathroom with the changing screen, “I’ll start running the bath.”

Janus shuffles toward the screen as Patton sits on the edge of the tub and turns the tap on. He keeps one hand under the water, checking the temperature, as he reaches up and starts sorting through the oils and salts on Janus’s shelf.

The bottles twinkle and shine in the soft light of the bathroom as steam starts to billow up in the room. The ones he takes down are cool to the touch as he sets them on the side for Janus to consider. After a few moments, he hears a shuffling and glances over to see Janus bundled in a soft towel.

“These ones,” he murmurs, “right?”

Janus squints, crouching down and nodding. “Just a small dose, they go quite a long way.”

“Just a little?”

“Yes, that’s plenty.”

“You go ahead and get in, then,” Patton says, standing to put the bottles back, “I got these.”

He keeps his back turned as Janus slides into the bath, the water already beginning to bubble with the smell of lavender. Patton takes the shampoo and conditioner and a small footstool, perching behind Janus’s head. He places his hands gently on his shoulders to urge him down, wetting his hair.

“Tip your head forward, let me get the back too.”

“Mm.”

Patton works the shampoo in patiently, making sure he’s not hurting Janus as his hands card through his hair. He rinses it out just as carefully, lathering in the conditioner to soak before coming around to help with the scales on Janus’s face. He smiles when he sees Janus struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You can drift off if you want, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He cups the back of Janus’s head. “I won’t do anything that we haven’t talked about.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “I just…miss it when I fall asleep.”

Patton chuckles. “Tell you what. The conditioner’s got to soak for at least five minutes, why don’t I set a time and wake you up to wash it out?”

Janus hums.

“Sweet dreams, kiddo.”

There’s a knock on Patton’s door.

“Come in?”

The door opens slowly and he turns, letting out a noise of dismay when he sees Roman there, tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, standing up and opening his arms, “come here, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Roman makes a noise, still lingering by the door. Patton stands, hustling over to him and taking him in his arms, guiding him to the bed and sitting down, hands cupped around the prince’s cheeks and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Roman just shakes his head, lips pressed tightly together as more tears gather.

“Oh, shh, shh, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, gathering the poor thing into his arms again, “I’ve got you, you made it here, I’m so proud of you. Can you cry this out for me?”

A horrible hiccuping sob settles against the hollow of his throat and he closes his eyes.

“That’s it, sweetheart, I know it hurts…shh, shh, there you go, come on, now. We’ve got you, we’ve got you, you’re right here, with me, it’s okay.”

Roman’s fingers curl into his shirt and hold on for dear life. Patton rubs his back firmly and sets his chin on top of Roman’s head. He feels Roman nuzzle absentmindedly into the crook of his neck and hums, pulling Roman closer.

They’d had a bad day today. Thomas had gotten some feedback that made him incredibly upset and, well, they’d had to hold it together until they made it back home safely. Logan had been coming up with things they could do better. Virgil had been freaking out over how badly they’d messed up. Janus had been hissing insults under his breath at the person who gave them the feedback as Remus enthusiastically suggested ways to kill them.

And Roman…poor Roman had stood there, silent in the face of the criticism, absorbing each word as if he were in a fight, blow after blow raining down on him without once losing the stoic face. In the end, it had been him that suggested that Thomas go do something to help himself recover, something he enjoyed. Patton had retreated to his room, waiting.

And Roman had come to him.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, I’m so proud that you figured out how to ask for help,” he murmurs into Roman’s hair, “you did it, you did it, I’m here now, I’ll look after you, you can rest now.”

Roman’s sobs don’t stop for a while, but that’s alright. The poor thing’s had quite the workout today, he can rest and let go. Patton tilts his head to kiss Roman’s temple as he sags into the embrace.

“Shh, shh, that’s it,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweetheart.”

Slowly, he moves them to lie down, Roman’s head pillowed on his chest as he wraps his arms snugly around him. He strokes his back, cards fingers through his hair, whispers words of comfort and encouragement as the prince falls asleep.

+1.

Patton opens his eyes and blinks.

And blinks.

Static. Everything is fuzzy. The world doesn’t have much color in it today.

His limbs feel heavy. His hair feels greasy. His mouth tastes inside out. He blinks again and he can almost hear the grinding protest as he does.

Moving seems like too much today, so he won’t. He can just lie here. He floats.

There’s a soft knock on his door and it opens slowly, a blur of dark blue spilling into the room.

“Patton,” Logan’s soft voice calls, “Patton, are you alright?”

He spots Patton in the bed and makes his way over. He perches on the edge, a hand coming up to brush Patton’s greasy hair out of his eyes.

“Is it a bad brain day today?” Patton manages to nod and Logan’s expression gentles. “That’s alright, they happen. Have you been able to move at all today?”

“…no.”

“Don’t look worried, I’m not upset.” Logan brushes his face again. “Myself and the others got worried when we didn’t see you for breakfast, do you think you could come to get something to eat?”

Moving sounds like a challenge. But Logan is there, a gentle hand to steady him, and when they reach the bottom of the stairs, the others are there. Virgil shoots up from his chair to help, guiding Patton to the kitchen where Remus sets a plate carefully in front of him.

“Roman made it,” he says quietly, “I’m just bringing it to you while he gets ours.”

Sure enough, Roman and Janus emerge with other plates of food, each settling down around the table as they all start to eat. Conversation is quiet. Remus presses against him, warm and solid and real. Logan murmurs reminders to drink, to pause if he needs to. Virgil keeps a close eye on him until his food is finished.

“Come on, sweetie,” Janus murmurs as they start to clear the dishes, “let’s get you washed up. Do you think you can manage a bath if I help?”

Patton nods.

“Good, that’s good, sweetie. Come, now…I think we still have that bath bomb you wanted to try.”

The bath is warm against his clammy skin, the feeling of Janus’s hands in his hair the first thing that’s made him feel human all day. Janus murmurs something about relaxing but it’s too late, Patton’s already putty in the bath as two more hands carefully prop him up.

“Close your eyes if you like, sweetie, it’ll be alright.”

He understands a little more about what Janus means when he closes his eyes but doesn’t fall asleep; the rush of sensation is staggering. Especially when he’s been floating in a cloud of numbness for most of the day.

When Janus has rinsed the last of the shampoo and conditioner from his hair, he gives Patton’s shoulders a squeeze and asks if he wants to sit for a little longer or if he’s ready to get out. Patton mumbles, damp hair lolling against Janus’s shoulder as he chuckles and kisses his temple.

“Alright, sweetie.”

They stay like that for a little longer until Patton rouses. Janus clears everything away as Patton dries, putting on a new pair of pajamas that feel soft against his skin.

He’s deposited into Roman’s arms as Remus presses play on a nature documentary they’ve been wanting to see. As the soft narration starts to play, Roman leans down to murmur into his ear.

“You can fall asleep anytime you want, Padre, we got you.”

Patton dozes in the arms of his family with a smile on his face.

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zodiakuroo · 4 years

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Un(holy) Trinity

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

Content: 18+ dubcon/noncon, threesome, manhandling, rough sex, corruption, degradation, humiliation, breathplay, stepcest, breeding, blasphemy and sacrilege, elements of mindbreak and god complex (?)

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: my first threesome and idk how to feel about it but here it is! If it’s bad I can blame it on the fact that I just had my wisdom teeth extracted and am currently in a world of pain :) also i’m on bedrest and incredibly bored so if anyone has requests or thirsts or just wants to chat... yeah

also if this banner is shit i’m sorry i rushed and made it on my phone cause i just rly wanted to to post

This is part 2 to my other fic Love Thy Brother which you can read here

Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” - Genesis 3:1

Twelve days.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity.

Twelve days since you lost your virginity to your step-brother, no less.

The night that it happened, you lay awake in your bed dreading the aftermath of the horrific incident. How could you face him again? How could you face your family? How could you face God?

You were too cowardly to face the rest of your household. The Todoroki family welcomed you into their home only for you betray them by sleeping with Touya. Ever since you were little, your mother would say she had a sort of sixth sense that meant God would always tell her when you’d been up to mischief. It sounds silly but there was no explanation for how she would always catch out in lie or know things that you never told her. You feared she would take one look at you and know the sin you committed. And so you chose to make yourself scarce, taking extra shifts at work and choosing to study at the campus library rather than at home. Your siblings seemed to notice how busy you suddenly were, often remarking how they missed you around the house. That just made you feel more ashamed.

As for God, you felt like you needed to do whatever necessary to prove your faith. You wanted Him to know the extent of your shame and remorse. You were weak in spirit, making you an easy target for someone as devious as Touya. You prayed and begged for forgiveness until your knees hurt but no matter what you did, the guilt was inescapable. You realized it was because, irrespective of the regret and remorse you felt, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed what happened. You liked the way Dabi made you feel and you hated yourself for it. But no matter how much you liked it, something like that could never happen again. As penance, you banned yourself from bringing your hands anywhere near your groin. After all that temptation is what brought you to this point in the first place. But the thread of your self-control is thin and withered so at night when you’re certain everyone is asleep, you’re humping your pillow like an animal and biting down on your lip trying to keep from moaning his name. At least you weren’t touching right?

Dabi, by some God-given miracle, made himself scarce as well. It wasn’t uncommon for the noirette to disappear for days at a time doing heaven knows what only to arrive back at home like nothing happened; so no one really questioned his absence. Perhaps he felt the same way you did and was avoiding facing you and the other Todorokis.

Yeah right.

Shame? Todoroki Touya doesn’t know the meaning of the word.

In any case, you had become used to a Dabi-less house and so lulled into a false sense of safety, slowly but surely reverting back to normal. That’s why as you make your way downstairs, prepared to go to your church, the sound of gunfire and explosions from the living room doesn’t alarm you. Probably Natsuo or Shouto playing one of their video games, you thought. But when you get to the bottom of the stairs you’re met with unmistakable dark locks. Not just him. The back of another person’s head, one with pale blue, shoulder length hair. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a gasp. Neither of them react, seemingly too focused on their game. You don’t waste any time feeling relieved, choosing instead to make a silent escape.

You could only dream of being so lucky.

“Oi!” Your step-brother calls without turning around. He hasn’t seen you, you think. If you move quickly you can still get out of this. “I know you heard me, brat. Get over here before I drag you over here.” He still doesn’t bother to turn around but the sharpness in his tone lets you know that you’d be smart to listen. You take a second to steel your nerves and make your way over to the couch, trying your best to look as intimidating as possible. You scowl at both men but they are so engrossed in their video game, they don’t even acknowledge that you’re standing right there. “Aren’t you gonna say hi? We have company.”

We?

The company in question is Shigaraki Tomura. He’s been to the house before although he’s never even so much as glanced in your direction, too busy with his phone or playing games with Dabi. Despite your hard expression you can only manage a meek “Hello Shigaraki.”

He responds by finally looking at you, with a sleazy grin, a pair of crimson eyes, surrounded by creases meet your own. “Sup.”

Beer cans litter the coffee table, one of them being turned into a makeshift ashtray while both have smouldering cigarettes perched between their lips. “You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.”

“You’re not supposed to smoke in the house.” Dabi mocks you with a nasal voice.

You simply roll your eyes, not interested in continuing this interaction any further. “Whatever. I’m leaving now.” You state with as much firmness as you can muster. You spin on your heels but are kept in place by long, slender digits wrapped around your wrist.

“Where are you off to anyways?” The game paused, both boys now looking at you.

Out of habit, you answer truthfully. “Bible study.”

Shigaraki and Dabi burst into raucous laughter.

You should have lied.

“Nah you’re gonna hang out with me and Shigaraki for a bit.”

“Dabi, I have to leave.”

“You don’t have to do anything except what I tell you and I’m telling you to sit.”

Before you can protest you’re being hauled on to the couch, squeezed between the two of them.

“Nice necklace.” Tomura snorts, hand reaching out to grab at your crucifix but you swat it away. His gaze is unnerving. It makes you wonder if- no. He promised he wouldn’t.

Just like that, their game is resumed, as if you were never there. A few rounds pass, no words exchanged between either of them, only curses muttered under their breath. “Dabi, can I please go. I’m bored.”

Wrong choice of words.

“You hear that Tomura? The princess is bored.” His fingers are still moving rapidly over his controller.

“Really now? Come on then Todoroki, let’s show her a good time. I’ve seen how she likes to have fun.”

His comment on your necklace suddenly makes sense, but you still can’t believe it. “You didn’t…” you whip your head back to look at Dabi.

”Sorry doll, you made your Nii-san so proud, I just had to show you off.” Dabi smiles shamelessly, lighting himself another cigarette.

“You’re fucking sick Touya.” Tomura says, however his tone is not one of disgust but rather of admiration.

“You promised...” Your voice breaks. You’re humiliated beyond belief.

Both of them laugh at you again, discarding their controllers. “Told you, it’s adorable how stupid she is.” Dabi remarks to his friend, as if you’re not sitting right next to them.

You try to force your way off the couch but get pulled into Dabi’s lap, one of his arms hooking around both of yours, securing them behind your back. You squirm in his arms but he stills you with a hard slap on your inner thigh. “Be good okay? Don’t embarrass me.” He nuzzles into your neck.

Shigaraki flips up your dress exposing your white lace panties. He runs his thumb up and down your clothed slit, he fabric slowly becoming even more transparent. One severe jerk to the top of your dress and the straps are torn clean off, revealing the matching bra. “Yo, Touya. I thought she was a good girl.”

Dabi peers over your shoulder to get look. “Who’s all this for babe? You screwing the preacher or something? Or were you hoping I’d do something like this?” He tugs down your bra until your breasts are spilling over the top of it.

“Dabi…” Your choke on your plea when he sinks his teeth into your neck. He bites down so hard you’re positive he’s left a mark.

“Who?”

“T-Touya-nii.” You whimper.

“Better.”

Your destroyed dress is discarded somewhere across the room and you find yourself on your hands and knees with Shigaraki kneeling on the couch in front of you and Dabi behind you.

“Go easy on her alright Tomura. It’s her first time sucking cock.” He chuckles.

Your eyes go wide. “Wait...” you mewl but neither pay you any mind.

“And you.” Dabi yanks a fistful of your hair. “No teeth. No puke. Or I’ll let my boy ream your little ass as punishment.”

“Yeah. What he said.” Shigaraki mutters, pulling his semi out of his sweatpants, rubbing his tip against your lips. His is not as scary as your step-brother’s but him staring down at you like this, makes him seem every bit as intimidating.

Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen tip. You’re not entirely sure you want that in your mouth but you’re also not sure if you have a choice so you open up hesitantly.

Dabi’s right. It is your first time doing something like this. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do but as it turns out you don’t have to do much, not with the way Shigaraki starts thrusting his quickly hardening member into your mouth.

“Move your tongue slut.” The man in front of you grunts. You do your best despite the heavy intrusion to obey his command, moving from side to side, swirling around the head when he pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at you with cruel vermillion eyes, panting as he strokes himself in front of you, spreading your saliva across his shaft before sliding deep into your mouth again.

Behind you, Dabi spreads apart your cheeks, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. “Remember what I said. Be good and I’ll give you a reward.” He pulls your panties to the side and lets out a whistle at the sight of your dripping slit. “She’s enjoying it. Make her take it deeper.”

You can’t possibly fathom how much deeper he can go when his head is already nudging at your tonsils. You try to swallow the saliva building up in your mouth, making your cheeks hollow out around Shigaraki’s shaft. Seems like that was the right thing to do as his hand flies to the back of your head. “Shit. Shit. So good.”

Dabi’s breath wafts over your pussy. He spreads your lips apart and you feel his hot tongue lick up the juices leaking from your hole. You squeal around Tomura’s dick. You want to pull off but his spindly fingers hold your head in place.

“Told you angel. Good little sisters get rewards.” With that he takes your clit between his lips and suckles on it gently while one of his fingers circles your entrance. Knuckle by knuckle he slides into you, making you keen. You arch your back trying to shift your hips backwards against his hand, silently urging him to find that special spot he showed you last time. He establishes a loose rhythm. Hot wet muscle and cold metal of his piercing circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, before applying suction while his fingers work you open.

The sensation is overwhelming, a form of heavenly torture and your thighs quiver barely able to hold you up while you use your last bit of mental strength to focus on suppressing your gags. That mental strength all but evaporates when the digits inside you graze that rough patch embedded in your walls. It’s so pleasurable your reflex is to run from his fingers. Luckily for Shigaraki, that means you move forward, taking him further into your mouth.

“This where you want me? This your spot, angel?” Dabi taunts you. Shigaraki holds you in place while two of your step-brother’s fingers drill your cunt, hitting that spot over and over again. Garbled moans and cries leave your mouth and reverberate around Tomura’s cock, proving to be too much for him ultimately.

“Shit Stop!” Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls out your mouth so that a string of your drool drips down to your breasts.

“God! Touya-nii!” You sputter out.

“Still with the God shit?” He uses your hair to force you to look at him, neck twisted at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “God ever make you feel this good?” His fingers thrust into you harder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Ngghh-N-no –oh! Oh!” is your incoherent answer.

Dabi forces you back down, shoving you face first into the cushions. “See? Fuck him. Give up on god. Give up on everyone except your big brother cause no one else can make you feel this good.”

You’re so pathetic. The way you’re rocking yourself in unison with the motions of his hands. The way your tongue hangs out of your mouth, impeding any sort of intelligible verbal response. The way you’re mindlessly nodding along to whatever filth is coming out of Dabi’s mouth.

“C’mon Touya. Turn her around. Wanna try out that sweet pussy you’ve been bragging about.” You’re reminded that you aren’t alone. No, your brother’s best friend is right there to witness exactly how pathetic you are.

“Yeah in a minute. I’m still having my fun.” Dabi answers, face pressed against your mons before working you with his mouth once again.

“Man! Come on!” Tomura whines.

“I said in a minute. Not my fault you can’t last.”

It’s amazing how they can bicker like this right now, as if you aren’t on your hands and knees for them, gummy walls still pulsing around his fingers. However, it’s not long before Dabi’s focus is back on you taking you to the brink of orgasm. He slows his fingers, keeping you balanced on that razor thin edge. “Should I make you cum angel?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. “Dunno… what’s in it for me?”

“Anything! Touya-nii please!”

“Anything? You gonna obey me? Do whatever I say like a good little angel? You gonna worship me?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious or if he’s mocking you.

Probably the latter. And you deserve it too.

Your faith was the thing you deemed more important than anything and anyone else but Dabi, all too easily, convinced you to disregard that. Made you lose all sense and give into lust by showing you mindblowing pleasure, only magnified by your awareness of how deeply sinful this all was. That’s the extent of the power he has over you. The story of Adam and Eve is one you know forwards and backwards and yet you were so easily tempted forbidden fruit and left completely corrupted. Yeah, he’s definitely mocking you.

“Any- fuck- anything” You’re wiggling your ass, goading Dabi into finishing you off

“Cum in my mouth. Angel, give it to me” That’s the final straw. You explode around his fingers. Despite your walls, clamping around him, he manages to piston into you, hitting that squishy spot with astounding accuracy. His unyielding stimulation makes it feel as though the high won’t end. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Eventually, it does end though, his fingers drag out against the pull of your swollen pussy. He licks you clean making sure he gets every last drop of your cum, both inside and out, on his tongue. The ball of his piercing catches onto your rim making you yelp. He soothes the sting with gentle laps of his tongue.

“Tastes so sweet angel. So sweet knowing I’m the only one to ever fuck this pretty pussy.” He snickers before adding “So far.”

“Yeah, can I fuck her now?” Tomura was turned on before but seeing the way you fell apart at the hands of your brother? His minimal patience has run out. All he can think of now is being inside you.

“You heard him babe. Turn around.” He spanks your ass. You try to turn around but thanks to your shaky legs you nearly fall off the couch. Dabi catches you before that happens and he dutifully sets you up on all fours, held up by quivering limbs. You hear heavy breathing from behind you as Shigaraki taps his head against your puffy clit while you twitch in place.

“She wants this so bad. Had no idea your Christian little sister was such a whore.” Shigaraki mutters. He holds you still as he buries himself in you, breathing becoming more erratic with every inch until his hip bones are digging into your soft flesh. He’s so deep. You feel so full. You squeeze shut your eyelids, savouring the stretch.

Calloused fingers press into your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. “Pretty angel, did you forget about me?” Dabi looms over you, making a show of spitting in his palm and using it to stroke himself. He slips his thumb into your mouth, pad pressing down on the plush pillow of your tongue. “Gonna stuff you nice ‘n full angel.” All you can do is blink up at him with teary eyes, pupils blown wide with desire.

Shigaraki begins thrusting into you, hips moving at a brutal pace. Dabi isn’t far behind him, replacing his thumb with his cock and you don’t waste time waiting for him to tell you what to do. You close your lips around his shaft, engulfing him in the wet heat of your mouth.

Unlike his friend, Dabi starts off slow. His piercings drag across your tongue and you taste metal and the salt of his pre-cum. It takes some time for you to get used to taking him in your mouth, the jewellery an added obstacle.

You feel so full.

Shigaraki is bottoming out with every thrust, it’s so lewd the way it makes you squelch around him. Dabi’s shaft is rubbing your throat raw and still, you make an effort to take him deeper. He keeps one hand on the back of your head while he fucks you mouth.

He looks so ethereal, so euphoric, letting out little moans and whispered expletives. The sounds he makes are divine, so heavily contrasted by everything you know about him. It leaves you star struck. He recognizes the adoration in your eyes and responds in kind with a cocky smirk. He remembers how you looked at him when you first met. Disdain and judgment. Now you look at him like he’s your only salvation.

It’s sad actually. How you’re so desperate for someone to tell you how to live. And what a sweet, adoring little follower you are. Wasted on religion if you ask him. So soft and pliant, perfect for your big brother to mould and corrupt into his personal fuckangel.

“Angel, Nii-san’s gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take it yeah?”

Your whole life you aspired to this holy standard of perfection in the hopes of escaping eternal damnation. But you’re beyond absolution now.

“All of it down your throat.”

It’s okay though.

If heaven doesn’t feel like this, you’re not sure it’s worth all the effort to get there.

He holds your necklace behind you like a leash, twisting it around his fingers. Between the way he’s basically strangling you and the way your swallowing muscles contract around his cock means that you’re not getting much air into your lungs. Your head is spinning, from being both oxygen deprived and cock drunk.

“Your God doesn’t want you anymore.” The clasp snaps and he dangles the charm in front of your face. The mould of Christ nailed to the cross taunts you. What was once a symbol of divine love and God’s boundless forgiveness and sacrifice is just a reminder of how far you’ve fallen into depravity, creaming around Shigaraki’s cock as he ruins your cunt while your Nii-san claims your throat “You’re filthy.” Touya sneers at you as he holds himself in your throat, watching you cry and choke around him. “Dirty fuckin angel.” He grunts as he floods your mouth with the taste of his cum. It’s not exactly pleasant but you try to swallow it all down. There’s just so much. That means he’s pleased with you right? You want him to be pleased. Good girls get rewards he said

“It’s okay.” He muses as he pulls out of your mouth. “You have me. I’m better than God and I Iove you when you’re nasty like this.” He empathizes his point by dragging his wet, softening cock across your face. “Nii-sans perfect little angel.”

It’s so pitiful how the small praise makes your heart bloom and makes your hole flutter.

You’re coughing up Touya’s cum while your body shakes with Shigaraki’s thrusts.

“What about me hm? I’m fucking you. What? You don’t like it?” Tomura’s going harder now, determined to get his fair share of your attention.

“Shig-Shigaraki – shit. Slow down!”

You’re ignored by both of them once again. If anything, Shigaraki starts fucking you harder

.”Yo’ dustpot. You better pull out. That hole still belongs to me.”

The warning falls on deaf ears, Tomura is too far gone. “So warm, she’s squeezin’ me. Fuck. Fuck.’’ No thoughts, just your tight cunt.

“Gonna do whatever I tell you?” Dabi’s talking to you now, cerulean eyes boring into yours.

You nod still staring at him with absolute devotion.

“Touya-nii’s will be done? Huh? Has a nice ring to it.”

When you don’t respond he grabs you by your cheeks forming an open mouthed pout. “Say it.”

“Touya-nii’shhh will be done.” The words come out distorted but he’s satisfied

“Oh yeah? Then be good angel slut and come on his cock for me.”

You’re pushed over the edge, coming for the second time. Your walls clamp down around him as you sob out both their names in the form of incoherent babbling. It hits you as hard as the first one. You’re so caught up in your high you barely register the vice grip on your hips, the frantic humping against your ass. “Tight. Fuckin tight! Gotta breed! Breed this fucking hole.”

His hot, sticky cum floods your walls with, your throbbing cunt milking him for everything he’s got. He ruts against you a couple more times before removing himself completely.

You hear the familiar click of a camera. He’s sorry (not really) but the sight of your fucked out hole leaking globs of your cream and his cum was too hot for Shigaraki to not add to his spankbank.

“Thanks for that little sis.” Dabi is resting on the couch, head thrown back smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah thanks sweetness.” Both men, tuck themselves back into their pants

Everything feels so surreal. You cautiously move you hand between your thighs. Feeling your sore abused cunt in an attempt to grasp the reality of what happened.

Wait a minute.

It’s too much, that too sticky to be just your arousal down there. The more you squeeze, contracting your pelvic floor, the more it seems to seep out of you.

“You… You came inside.” You murmur as your eyes well up with tears. Whatever daze you were in seems to be broken by this revelation. Instead it’s replaced by fear of what the consequences of this might be.

Dabi smacks his friend upside the head. “You fuckin’ dumbass. I told you not to.”

Judging by his grin, Shigaraki doesn’t register the insult. He’s too busy basking in the afterglow. “Aw, don’t cry babe. You were gripping me so tight, I thought you wanted it. ‘S’okay, your Nii-san will get you a plan B”

“Fuck no. That’s your jizz inside her.” He scowls, eyes focused on the cum that’s leaking out of your spent pussy.

“C’mon Dabi don’t be like that. I’m broke right now.” Shigaraki pleads.

Touya huffs and rolls his eyes. “You can get yourself a morning after pill right? Tomura will pay you back.”

“Yeah babe. I promise.” He gives you a dopey smile.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s lying. Yeah, you know better now. You just nod as you pull up your panties, cringing at the sticky, wet sensation against your cunt.

“Me and Tomura are heading out. Make sure you clean all this up before anyone gets home.”

“B-but Touya-nii-“ you snivel.

“No buts. Clean up or you won’t be sitting comfy for a week. Are we clear?”

“Yes Touya-nii.” You reply defeated.

“And do it properly. Fuyumi has 3 brothers, she knows what a cumstain looks like and I don’t wanna have to do any explaining to her.”

You only nod, trying (and failing) to blink away tears.

Dabi rewards you with a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Best little sister in the world.” And he leaves you with that.

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