Suga's Obsession.. with your thighs. They're so plush and soft. He can't help but lay his head down on them after a long day and just drift to sleep. It brings him the most comfort.
Suga’s Obsession.. with kissing your neck. It makes him blush every time. The way you get goosebumps every time he leans in just for your hair to stand straight up as his lips grace your skin. It makes him giggle to himself.
Suga’s Obsession.. with the way you laugh at all his stupid jokes. Especially when nobody else laughs. He thinks its cute how you always try to make him feel like the center of the world.
Suga’s Obsession.. with the way you eat your heart out no matter what anyone says. munching and nibbling on everything you think will taste good, till you're full and satisfied.
Suga’s Obsession.. with how you always know how to make him feel better. Even after he's already tried everything. Its like you always know what to say to him when nobody else does. your too perfect for him.
Suga’s Obsession.. with the bright smile you gleam when he gives you gifts. it gives him nothing but butterflies. Knowing that he has the power to make you as happy as you get.
Suga’s Obsession.. with how loud you cheer at games any time he's put on the court. Like he's the star of the show. Your yelling and encouragement drown out all the noise that's booming in the arena. You always seem to be the loudest of all the spectators.
Suga’s Obsession.. with trying to get your attention. You're such a joy to be around that a lot of people like to converse with you. It's a little irritating, but you always manage to shut everyone else up to let him get a chance to speak. You care..
Suga’s Obsession.. with how you kiss him on the cheek before every game when nobody else is around. Your lips are soft, comforting, and always give him the extra confidence he needs before going into a game against a difficult team.
Suga’s Obsession.. with how you make him feel. As if he's the only man for you. As if he's the luckiest person to ever be alive. As if he.. can marry you.
Suga’s Obsession.. with the sex you have after a day of drinking with each other. It feels so good, and your skin is always so damn soft. You feel like you were made for him. Like you two were meant to do this, how you guys are meant to do this for now and forever.
Suga’s Obsession.. with hating himself.. because despite all of this. You still chose Daichi.
brushing your teeth with pro hero bakugo and your daughter
“papa, mama says you have a bedtime too, is that true?,” asks your daughter, cute little cherub, genuinely confused.
katsuki bakugo groans, body weak from all the hero work.
“yeah, an hour after yours,” replies katsuki.
just then, your princesses eyes go big and mouth drops, truly amused at the realisation her high and mighty dad goes to bed so early.
she puts her fingers on his cheeks, tilting her head. katsuki returns the favour, holding her a little closer to him, her head laying on his chest.
“should we brush our teeth together then? it’s almost my bed time,” asks your daughter.
“whatever you want princess”
they both go to the bathroom, but just then your daughter motions you over to come brush your teeth with them too.
“mama, you too!,”
you walk up to the two of them, your daughter a total carbon copy of katsuki. did your genes even try? they both go to put the toothpaste on their brushes - katsuki’s electric one, and your daughter with her hello kitty one.
your daughter grabs out your toothbrush too, putting a bit too much on the brush, and hands it to you with the most endearing smile ever.
“oh thank you, sweetheart”
katsuki smiles in between the motion of brushing his teeth, usual tough boulder all gone to dust. his hands grab onto your waist, and he pulls you closer to him. even while brushing your teeth he’s clingy.
your daughter is sitting on the sink, exceptionally precise whilst brushing her teeth. as she goes to spit out the excess, her big curious eyes land on the sight that is you and katsuki blushing at each other.
“mama and papa are flirting!” yells your daughter.
Synopsis. What happens when a Pro hero gets ' too much ' media attention? When those who are lesser, idolize the big leagues so much it consumes them.
Content Warnings. Stalking, Self harm, Skin carving, Sexual themes, Suicide, Murder, Abuse, Depression, Power Dynamic, Age gap, Yandere.
A/N. This one took foreverrrrrrr to write btw. like genuinely no joke. I started this like last year, and just... forgot about it? Yeah.. gulp! Not to mention its trash anyways. But I guess I wanted a nuance ending so you can make up scenarios in ur head.
WC: 2090
" Pro hero Dynamight.
Bakugo Katsuki.
When I first seen you on TV, I didnt understand what was going on in my head.
But...
You became my hero.
Down to the way you zipped around the battle field,
To your deranged smile,
To that absolutely blood thirsty laugh.
I knew, from then. You would be mine.
A life long Obsession of mine.. has churned my stomach round and round. And now..
I.. need...
You. "
Not everyone was meant to be a hero. And you understood that as a fact. Some quirks are just stronger than others.
You have nothing more than a measly stealth quirk. It's not much at all, you can't fight very well either. So it came as no surprise when you failed the U.A entrance exams. You can be as quiet as a mouse if you focus your breathing. You can't go invisible. Funny how.. maybe if someone else had your quirk, it might be stronger.
Oh well..
Now you're stuck working your underpaying 9-5 office job, and the money wasn't enough. It's not like you live in a fancy neighborhood. Or that you needed to either. A run-down part of Tokyo, near Sanya. It's known for petty crime. In western terms, it's referred to as ghetto, or "the slums". It's grimy. You think calling it ghetto is an exaggeration, especially since America's more run-down and crime-filled areas are more dangerous. So it's not fair to use the same terms for both.
Still..
You thought that since this office was in the heart of Tokyo, by majority Hero agencies, you'd get better pay than you do now. Too bad.
5:30 pm
"Hey, [Y/N]?"
You jump out of your skin. You've been so locked into your report that hearing someone's voice felt like a punch in the stomach. A punch.. back into reality that is.
"Yes?"
You snap your head around, and it's your boss. She's a kind lady. You know if she had the authority to pay the employees more, she would. But this isn't her company, she's just in charge of the building.
"It's.. 30 minutes past your clock out.. I.. Sadly, don't pay overtime."
She's... sweet.
She smells... good.
She looks so... youthful.
Especially for 46.
"Oh.. sorry,"
You quickly turn back to your computer and begin saving all the progress you made on your research and organizers. Then, switch to packing up your personal belongings from your desk.
"It's okay, just make it home safe, okay?"
You nod.
Making your way to the stairs, you look out of the big windows surrounding the whole office building.
"Smoke?"
You look back at the door to the stairs, opening it and stepping inside.
"I'm sure that someone will probably fix it before I even get out the door."
As you walk down the stairs, you pull out your phone, clicking into the hero livestream app. One hand on the rails of the stairs, the other holding your phone sideways as you watch him fight.
Dynamight.
A crazed smile creeps on your face.
He flips, flies, and flashes across the street. Blasting away, somehow keeping damage to a minimum. He's so... amazing. So... great. He can't be defeated. He's the best. You can feel your face and your core heat up progressively as you watch him fight. It happens every time you sit in on the battles to keep Tokyo safe. To keep you safe. It makes you so wet. Thinking about the courageous action he takes. At 35 he's still just as fast as he was in his prime.
You turn your phone off, slipping it into your purse as you walk out of the back doors of the building.
You inhale sharply, smelling the air.
His explosions left behind a strong burnt hair aroma.
Your legs begin taking you home without you even thinking about it.
It's second nature. And you begin to think..
He was so close to you without even knowing it.
So... close.
But you can't get too excited. You have to make it home because in the end.. he'd never notice you. You're too unimportant, but you could always make him notice.
You stop mid-way through your walk home.
Your stomach curls and twists as your mind keeps slipping further and further from sanity...
You could make... him.
8:14pm
You slip out of your work clothes, dropping them on the floor of your bathroom. The humidity of the running shower clinging to your bare skin. You were exhausted. Ready to cleanse yourself of your stress.
You've only been working this job for a couple of weeks, and it's already your least favorite part of being an adult. 19 and already working an office job. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, wondering what could've been.
If only...
You had a better home life growing up.
...
..
..
.
.
It aches... but you could make it sting..
Yeah..
Looking to the left, you see a razor blade.. lovingly whispering to you.
It wants you.
Make it sting.
Right where the bruises were...
..
You drag it across your skin, inhaling through your teeth, a smile slowly forcing itself on the corners of your lips.
It's so red.. so pretty.
Your mind is finally at ease after such a long day. It feels euphoric. You laugh as you carve his name into your skin. Complimenting it with a few hearts. Now he's with you forever.
10:55pm
You sit at your desk. Booting up your monitor and pc. Everything flashes on the screen. It's wonderful. Multiple different angles, from multiple different floors. You see everything, all the cameras you tapped into. It kinda makes you wonder why a high-level security agency for a Pro-hero isn't more. Idk.. secure. But it's not. And you can see everything.
Including him.
Your hero.
It feels fake, the way you can just watch him whenever you feel like it. Like a dream.
But you won't have to do this anymore. After watching the cameras for months. Years. You know the building's layout, schedule, and when everyone's gone.
Tonight is the night.
2:30am
Your plan was so simple.
Sneak through the building's back vent. It’d be easy for you; this is what you were born for. You won't be heard at all; the cameras won't detect you. You’d just take a spare shirt, that's all. Just something you can smell. Bakugo sweats a lot. He has to be able to use his quirk. Then you'd leave the same way you came in. Simple. Fast. easy.
And that's exactly what you did.
It took a second, but you eventually managed to get the vent open and slip yourself inside. It's like a maze. You weasel yourself up and down, past tight corners and long drops. Then you smell it. The weird smell that the 4th floor has. The smell of a brand new TV. This was the room that controlled practically all of the cameras, laptops, doors, windows, elevators, and the wifi. From here, it's a straight shot up 4 flights of stairs.
It was exhausting; the stairs were so oddly far apart. It was probably for good reason, though. Since those who have heteromorph quirks would probably find it hard to go up normal stairs.
You reach the 7th floor doors, your heart is berating out of your chest as you slowly open it.
There it was. The door to his office is just 12 inches to your right.
You focus your breathing again and begin lightly walking over to the large door.
You pressed both hands onto the metal. Bracing yourself.
You push it open , it was really heavy.
The fact that he's able to push this door open so effortlessly.. Hjes so strong.
You make it inside, and a small lamp in the left corner of his desk illuminates the room. You walk in, and the door slams behind you. That was probably too loud. But you don't care. You made it. And God, the room smelled so good. Like burnt applewood and lavender. You walk over to a wardrobe built into the wall and open it. It's full of his work clothes and even some personal outfits, comfy ones. You slip the shirt off the rack and inhale it deeply.
“Yes.. yes yes yes yes… mmhhm.”
..
You snap back into reality as you hear footsteps approaching.
No… nobody was supposed to be here. So why is someone here? Who's here? There are no windows. Nowhere for you to hide. You quickly run over to his desk and slide yourself underneath.
The large door opens and you hear heavy breathing.
“Where the hell is it..”
It was him. The love of your life. Bakugo Katsuki. Your head starts pounding, and panic sets in. Your breathing becomes hard to manage. Then it was all over.
You shuffled.
“HELLO? Who the hell is there? You got some nerve sneaking into my office. Show yourself now or I'll kill you.”
The jig is up as they say. You slowly come out from under the desk.
“Hah.. Dynamtight.. I-im so sorry i dont know what I was thinking hahhah..”
You become breathy/ moaning out every word, and your cheeks become beet red, and you can feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of him.
“Who the hell are you? And why the FUCK are you in this building.”
“I'm y-yout number one fan.. Ahhhahh you're my hero.. I-i can't believe you're here.”
“Do you have a death wish?”
Your heart is skipping beats.
“No- You don't understand, I just wanted a shirt, I-I can leave.. i-i don't- i was- im ju-just so inlove with you.”
You drop his shirt and begin taking your off.
“L-look see..”
You show him your scars, and the fresh cuts you slit into your skin.. They're still slightly bleeding.
“What the fuck.. You.. You're crazy as hell.”
He looks disgusted.. Or at least he's trying to look that way. The truth is.. He likes it. Your dedication.
“No please i love you..”
You begin walking towards him from behind the desk.
“Stop walking or I'll smash your skull in.”
But you didn't stop.
“I dont care.. Cause that means you.. Touched me…”
He couldn't deny that this was turning him on. Usually, the girls that fawn over him run away after he threatens them a few times, but you.. Didn't.
He storms up to you, and your heart jumps out of your chest. He's getting so fucking close. The closest he's ever been to you. But your fantasy backfires as his fist kisses your nose, and you drop to the floor. He bends down and pulls your head back to force you to look at him. Your nose is leaking, but you still have that mental smile on your face. He smiles back.
“You love me huh?”
He can feel his pants tighten. He's never had someone be this crazy for him. All of his friends have dealt with superfans, too, and it made him jealous. So fucking jealous. But it seems like your way is crazier than his friends' fans.
“Yeah.. i- ive been watching you for years.. Hahhh”
You tighten your legs together to try to pleasure yourself a little bit. And he notices. He stands back up and looks down at you.
“Get up.”
He says with demand. And you do as he says. He walks up, getting your face, his gaze looking at every single detail your face has to offer. His hands travel to the top of your head as his fist grabs a handful of your hair. You look him in the eyes as his face gets uncomfortably close to yours. He parts his lips and licks the blood dropping from your face. Your eyes roll back as you can feel yourself getting too horny to contain.
“You're pretty.. For a crazy cunt.”
…
“I like it.”
He forces his lips onto yours with all of the pent-up tension he's bottled up over the years. He's never had sex. He's never kissed a girl. At this point, he doesn't care that you're just a random fan. Your blood mixes into the kiss as his tongue dominates your mouth. You can't fucking believe this is happening. This is like a dream come true. Literally. As the kiss deepens, you can taste the alcohol on his taste buds. He's drunk, no wonder.
He breaks the kiss and pushes you against his desk,
“Strip. Now.”
And that you do. Anything for him. And he starts to do the same, ripping his shirt off practically.
“Your such a crazy bitch.. But I think you know that.. It's so pathetic.”
Yes.. yes… keep calling me names.
He walks over to you. It only took 3 steps. He's so big. So muscly.. So wide.. So.. hot. He presses his crotch against yours. You can feel his boner. Even in his baggy pants.
“I'm gonna fuck you up. You know that?" he laughs drunkenly, knowing you can't say no even if you wanted to. He's a Pro-Hero after all, he's in control here.
Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
Please may I have Dandadan platonic headcanons of Jin Enjoji/Jiji who is a older brother to a younger sister age 12 who suffered from hearing loss...exactly like Shouko from A Silent voice..she suffered from bullying and lost over 6 pairs of hearing aids which this one particular kid destroyed or thrown away to be never seen again. She uses sign language as a way to communicate or her Yokai..who is basically a mini Chibi version of Evil Eye but friendlier translated for her if the person didn't understand or she uses her note pad or phone. She was diagnosed with deafness when she was 1½ and was deaf ever since. She was also one of the people who nearly succeeded in committing suicide because of the Cursed House and Jiji caught her in time before she jumped to her death. She may not look it but she does worry about Jiji when he hides things. She wasn't as interested in Aliens as her brother was but she supported his interests and his friends.
1. Jiji learnt sign language from his parents when they learnt enough to teach him when she was diagnosed with deafness.
Jiji's relationship with her
Momo's relationship with her and her reaction to finding out that she is being bullied.
Okarun's relationship with her
https://youtu.be/VVhaHqpka6E?si=DfX7n0ykVShdrDtu (how she was bullied and it was the last straw when her hearing aids were ripped out, then she made a noise of pain and her ear lobe started to bleed quite badly)
“ I do it.. for you. ”
Content Warning: Mentions of Suicide, Bullying, Possible death, Insinuated Depression, Discrimination, and just Angst.
A/N: I kinda didn’t do headcanons in a bulletpoint format I kinda did smth a little different.. if thats okay.
WC: 1.5k
Big-Brotherhood
Jin Enjoji had always been loud, energetic, and impossible to ignore. But around his little sister, he became softer in ways most people never saw.
When she was diagnosed with deafness at only a year and a half old, his parents worked hard to learn sign language so they could communicate with her properly. Jiji was still little himself, but he copied everything they did. He practiced signs in front of mirrors, wrote little notes for her, and even learned how to exaggerate his expressions so she could understand his emotions easier. Before long, sign language became natural to him. He could switch between speaking and signing without even thinking about it.
He never treated her like she was fragile.
He treated her like she was his sister.
And to Jiji, that meant she was someone worth protecting with everything he had.
Jiji’s relationship with her
Jiji was the type of older brother who constantly tried to make her laugh.
He would dramatically act out stories in sign language, making ridiculous faces until she silently laughed so hard her shoulders shook. Even when they were younger, he hated seeing her feel left out during conversations, so he always made sure to summarize what people said for her. If someone talked too fast or turned away while speaking, he immediately corrected them.
“Face her when you talk,” he would say without hesitation.
At school, things were harder.
Kids whispered. Mocked her voice when she tried speaking. Pretended not to understand her signing. Some even treated her like she was stupid just because she could not hear.
Jiji noticed everything.
Especially the hearing aids.
Every time she came home missing one, his stomach twisted. At first it was “accidents.” Then it became obvious someone was taking them. Destroying them. Throwing them away.
By the sixth pair, Jiji was furious.
He remembered the day she came home with trembling hands and blood on the edge of her ear after another student ripped her hearing aid out hard enough to tear her skin. She had tried so hard not to cry. Tried to act like it did not hurt.
But Jiji saw the way her hands shook while signing.
It hurts.
That was the moment he realized how badly she had been suffering alone.
He blamed himself for not seeing it sooner.
After that, he became more protective. Not controlling—never controlling—but observant. He watched her expressions carefully because he learned she hid pain behind small smiles. He noticed when she avoided eye contact. When she stopped bringing notebooks to school because kids scribbled insults inside them.
And despite everything, she still worried about him.
Especially after the Cursed House incident.
She noticed how forced his smiles became. How he laughed too loudly sometimes. How he avoided telling her the truth because he did not want her scared.
The worst moment came the night she almost jumped.
It all had worn her down slowly. Isolation, fear, bullying, her parents, feeling like a burden—it all piled together until she reached a breaking point.
Jiji found her just before she stepped off the ledge.
For the first time in a while, he was genuinely terrified. Just like that day... in that house.
He grabbed her so hard his hands shook afterward. He kept signing frantically, movements messy and uneven because he was panicking too much to stay calm.
"Don’t leave me.
Please.
Please don’t leave me."
She had never seen him cry like that before.
After that night, Jiji stopped hiding quite as much from her. He realized she could see through him better than almost anyone else.
Sometimes, when he was overwhelmed by the Evil Eye or fear or guilt, she would quietly sit beside him and tap his shoulder until he looked at her.
Then she would sign:
"You do not have to pretend with me."
And honestly?
That helped him more than he could explain.
Her Yokai Translator
Her yokai was strange compared to most.
It looked like a monster from an old tall tail her parents used to read before bed. Except smaller, rounder, and far less violent. It floated around her shoulder like an overprotective gremlin and translated signs or emotions for people who could not understand.
It was rude sometimes.
Especially toward people it disliked.
If someone mocked her signing, the little yokai immediately insulted them back.
“Wow, your brain must be tiny if hand movements confuse you that much.”
Momo laughed the first time she heard it.
Okarun nearly choked.
Jiji looked both horrified and proud.
The yokai also acted like a guard dog. If anyone got too aggressive near her, it immediately became hostile despite its tiny size.
Oddly enough, it adored Jiji.
Probably because it sensed how much he cared about her.
Momo’s relationship with her
Momo Ayase got along with her surprisingly fast.
At first, Momo worried about saying the wrong thing, but Jiji’s sister made communication easy. She used her notebook, phone, signs, and expressions so naturally that conversations flowed after a while.
Momo also learned basic sign language phrases because she genuinely wanted to talk to her directly instead of relying on others.
That meant a lot to her.
The two often sat together quietly while Momo painted her nails or talked about random gossip while Jiji’s sister responded through signing or text. It felt normal. Comfortable.
Momo especially admired how patient she was.
Even after everything she endured, she still tried being kind.
But the moment Momo learned the full truth about the bullying, she became furious.
Not annoyed.
Furious.
When she heard about the hearing aids being ripped out repeatedly, her expression immediately darkened. The bleeding ear incident made her outright sick with anger.
“Are you serious?” Momo snapped. “Who does that to someone?!”
She could not understand how cruel someone had to be to target a disability like that.
If she had witnessed it personally, there was a very high chance she would have started a fight on the spot.
Afterward, Momo became openly protective of her. She checked on her constantly, made sure she was included in conversations, and got visibly angry whenever someone ignored her signing.
At the same time, she never pitied her.
Momo hated pity.
Instead, she treated her like family.
There were even moments where Momo quietly helped fix strands of her hair around the hearing aids so they sat comfortably without drawing attention.
Small things.
Gentle things.
The kind that mattered most.
Okarun’s relationship with her
Ken Takakura was nervous around her at first.
Not because of her deafness.
Because he was scared of accidentally offending her.
He overthought every interaction.
Should he write things down? Speak slower? Look directly at her? Was he being awkward? Was he staring too much?
Jiji’s sister found this unintentionally funny.
Eventually, she started teasing him by purposefully giving him deadpan expressions whenever he panicked.
Poor Okarun nearly short-circuited out of embarrassment every time.
Still, he was one of the few people who immediately tried adapting without being asked. He researched better ways to communicate with deaf people, practiced basic signs at home, and always made sure she could see his face while talking.
He especially respected how resilient she was.
After learning about her bullying, Okarun felt deeply guilty on behalf of people in general. The story reminded him of his own loneliness and how cruel classmates could become toward someone “different.”
Unlike Momo’s fiery anger, Okarun reacted with quiet heartbreak.
When he saw the scar near her ear from the torn hearing aid incident, he genuinely looked devastated.
He became very careful around her after that— consideration. Genuine care and love.
If they explored anything paranormal, he constantly checked whether she was safe. He would text her updates if loud chaos broke out around the group so she would not feel confused or left behind.
And strangely enough, she found his rambling about aliens relaxing.
She was never as obsessed with aliens as Jiji or Okarun were, but she listened anyway because seeing them excited made her happy.
Sometimes Okarun would suddenly realize he had been talking for ten straight minutes about extraterrestrials.
Then he would panic and apologize.
She would simply sign:
"It is okay. You look happy talking about it."
That sentence alone nearly made Okarun cry once.
Jiji’s sister became someone the entire group quietly protected without even discussing it.
Everyone else noticed, despite the group of friends not. Safe to say, she was never even snickered at again.
End.
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What fandoms do I write for?
MHA
KNY
CSM
Arcane
Haikyuu
Fear and Hunger
JJK
Dandadan
AOT
Dragon ball
JJBA
Naruto
Persona
Tokyo Revengers
Obey me
What will I write?
Most fluff scenarios
Angst bc I love love love angst
Ship x reader
Niche kinks
Smut (uh duh)
Specific fantasies
Niche tropes
Dark tropes and kinks
Yandere/kidnapping/hostage
What will I NOT write?
Minor x Adults unless its for the purpose of showcasing unhealthy relationships and grooming in a respectful manner.
I wont write incest. Gulp. Stepcest maybe depending on what kind but.
Im NOT NOT NOT WRITING NECROPHILIA BLEH SORRY
Character x OC fics
Rape/Assult. For cnxt I can write it into a story but I will not write noncon for pleasuring purposes. CNC is acceptable.
Warning: I am NOT saying these characters are toxic.. this is just personal opinion on what I think thier toxic traits would be lol.. Very harmful topics in here that includes but isnt limited to abuse, sa, emotional manipulation and maybe more...
Pt. 1 here
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Ushijima
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^lies alot, "I'll be gentle this time." *does the opposite.*
^emotionally closed off, like won't talk things out at all.
^Is a gentleman until it comes to his bad days..
^feels bad for being mean so u get random candy at your door.
^ushi isn't really that bad hs just a dick sometimes
Hinata
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^doesn't pay for dates at all, Spends his money on him and kageyama.
^Will get so fucking bitchy if he's at practice and u text him. "Your distracting me."
^pillow princess, never gives anything back, even though u ask
^Thinks he's the luckiest ever, he does love you he just doesn't make u feel loved sometimes.
^on a good note, he likes to cuddle you.
Oikawa
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^tries his best to always remind you he has girls lining up to take ur spot during arguments.
^will not be understanding at all, he either pouts till he gets his way or leaves u alone till the middle of the next day.
^probably asks for pics until u send them.
^"look at this hot chick who dm'd me earlier."
^is really only nice when he wants to be.
Kenma
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^oh my god u could have sworn u said u hated him to his face one time.
^flirts with ALL his friends all the time as if u don't exist, especially the women.
^any time u wanna talk something out of your system he just rolls his eyes and turns up his game
^thankfully he's not big on the whole getting naked thing, but you two can agree on it and it's pretty nice and normal. Good aftercare too.
^has jerked off to porn a few times after u specified not to do that bc it's against ur boundaries
Maddog
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^as much as I hate to say it he's so nice, like he cuddles all the time
^kinda hates pda but definitely acts differently infront of his friends than he does with you.
^one bad day is all it takes though, he's probably smooshing ur face into the mattress with his bare hand without even asking.
^not very into arguing, once one starts he's pushing you away, and shoving u to the side or flipping over in bed.
^at least he gives u a kiss goodnight.
Suna
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^ always hooked to his phone, unhealthy.
^aftercare is non-existent, he finishes and then rolls over.
^probably cracks jokes about him cheating all day.
^definitely gets mad when your on your phone for more than 5 minutes
^very entitled to attention despite never giving it back.
Synopsis. You and your not so green flag'd boyfriend aren't doing so well.. so what does one do in that situation..? hit up your very green flag'd ex from highschool whos still madly inlove with you, maybe talk in person but.. that's it.. right?
Content Warnings. Abusive Relationship, Drugs and Alcohol, Substance use, Partying, sa , Kuroo the savior, Angst, Fluff, Obsessive behavior, EVERYONE IS PRETTY TOXIC not including Kuroo.. tbh.
A/N. Probs not proof'd but that's okay cause Kuroo Tetsuro.. right? Also this is probably SOOOO VAD BUT! EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE OH MY GOODNESS. I will take some constructive criticism in my asks. Please. First actual fanfic, that I actually put a bit of thought into. College au!!
It was around the end of your freshman year of college when you and your current boyfriend started dating.. ever since then he genuinely got worse and worse with each passing week. He went from casually checking your following to full on slamming you against a wall if you dared to talk back to whatever he said. You got used to it by now, which you know is a terrible thing but you can't help it.... you love him... as of right now.
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March 7th, Friday, 8:43pm.
"Baby, how about me and you go to a party tonight yeah?" Your partner said as he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck as he sways your hips with his hands. "I have finals in like a week... I seriously can't." You brush your hair out of your face a bit as he gives you an blankly annoyed stare from your response. "Well I guess I just go alone. Fuck. Do you know how many girls will be there? Asking for my number?" You scoff at this.
He had a thing for really pissing you off. Any time you didn't wanna do something he would remind you that no matter where he went a girl would flirt with him. It's almost as if he's rubbing it in your face that he can cheat on you just like that. But what makes the wound even deeper, is that he's cheated on you a few times before. Despite your friends demanding you leave him, you always stay.
"Whatever.." you spat.
"So you'll go?" He asks excitingly.
"I guess.." You reply with a roll to your eyes.
And just like that you were getting ready for a God damn sorority party. What has your life come to..? A silky black dress that fit your figure tightly, heals to match your jewelry set, a few rings and a bracelet. You knew damn well you were eating. Especially with your hair in that cute pony tail, your bangs looking nice and fancy to the description of your highschool friend yachi who was getting picture updates on your look. "WHATS 4+4 GIRLLL!!?@?" - "ATEEEE!!!". She always knew how to make you feel better about yourself. She's been there for you for everything. When your parents divorced, when you a your ex broke up, when your current bf cheated on you, when you started failing in your classes. She's always helped you out, so her being at that party would probably be a good thing.
After finishing up the last touches on your fit you walk out of the bathroom, you looked hot. I mean you really did, but your boyfriend thought otherwise. "You ready to go [Y/N]? We don't wanna be late." He let's out a scoff as if you took ten years. (you totally did but that's not the point.) "Yeah, how do i look?" A smile radiating from your perfect face as you give him a twirl. You felt genuinely good about yourself. But just like any other time you get yourself dolled up, he gives you the shittiest response. "Sure, let's go get in the car."
Fuck was he rushing you for..? You knew why he wanted to leave so bad, it was just so he could see all the other women dressed in slutty outfits. But damn... that was a mean ass attitude and a terrible way to compliment you but it's whatever. You roll your eyes as you follow his lead outside and into his stupid Honda Civic that he's had for like a year now. You really hated the smell of his car, cigarettes. It reeked of them. The windows were fogged too. But not in a natural way, from hands that werent yours... dirty ass car. Your silent judgment was inturupted by the critter speaking to you. "So.. we going to my dorm after this party? I bet the drunk sex gonna be crazy as fuck." Excuse him? Why is he seriously trying to fuck you knowing your celibate. "No, I told you I don't want to have sex with you until marriage." He puts a firm hand on your thigh, "Cmon Hun, just this once you never give me any of that pussy.." his hand travels closer to your uninterested cunt, so uninterested to which you push his hand off of you. I mean why wouldn't you.. he's a fucking creep. He's always been a boundary breaker. "Man what the fuck ever. Didn't wanna fuck your ugly ass anyways, Bitch." You knew he mumbled something.. but... you were too annoyed to give any fucks.
An awkward car ride comes to a pleasuring end as you both arrive to the party about 5 minutes later. You didn't even have any time before he was out of the car, door slamming you behind. "I can't fucking believe this guy." You knew as soon as he got in there you weren't gonna see him for the rest of the night. What a dick. You step out of his Smelly ass car and walk towards the already lively party.
9:56pm.
The giant house reeked of alcohol. You complained in your had silently ignoring the fact you contributed. A cup of fireball sat in your hand, almost empty as you watched your boyfriend dance with all the women that walked up to him. Their asses grinding against his obviously hard dick. He didn't give a fuck if you seen or not. You chugged the rest of your cup as you stormed off to get more.
You pick up the ladle and pour more for you to drink into your cup. You wanted to get drunk. You didn't care. You gripped the cup hard as you downed the whole cup. Then beginning to pour more before a hand rested onto yours, stopping you from continuing. "Calm down on that shit. You don't wanna pass out, do ya?" The voice was familiar, your eyes trail up the arm of the mysterious person starting from their hand, then landing your eyes on their face. "Terushima?" You question outloud as your eyes finally focus. "That'd be me, princess.". You haven't seen him since his school went against nekoma. You guys fairly got along but he was just kind of a dick. "Whats got you drinking so much, hm?" He asked leaning against the counter next to you. "Oh.." You didn't know how to really respond so... you just said the truth.
10:25 pm.
"Damn... he's a fucking asshole." Terushima says after your 30ish minute rant about your current boyfriend. You and him sat out the couch of the large house as people partied around you. You needed to vent to someone and he let you do so. He made you feel... comfortable. You took another sip of your cup, finishing your 6th cup of alcohol. You were absolutely fucked. "Yea.. hesuch an asshole.. ion even know if iwanna be with him.." You choke as tears fall down your cheeks. "Don't cry.. I understand." He said wiping the tears from your face. It was so hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, not only because you were drunk out of your mind but God it was noisy. "I jus.. I just wan him to love me..." You say as you slur your words. He gives you reassuring words as you continue to rant. "Yknow i used to feel like we'wer so insperabl.." But, you saw a very recognizable figure approaching "but ever since-", "terushima! Hey! See youve met my girlfriend!" Your annoying and revolting boyfriend said to the friend next to you. "Ph yesh she just got super drunk i was keeping an eye on her for ya, but ill leave you to her now." He replied to your abusive partner before gettng up and letting your man steal his spot. "Why were you talking to him? You know how i feel about you talking to other guys.." he said gripping your thigh, possessively. "I- im jus drunk and i guess i just needed sumeone ta talk to..". "Such a whore..." he criticized, "but!" You were cut off by the freezing touch of his hand sliding up your dress gives you a slight slap of reality as so you stop talking. Realizing he's scooting closer and closer to you each second. You push him off of you a little, but he won't let up. His hand forcefully travels up your dress and his hand threatens to pull back your panties. "If your loud people will notice." He says as he gives you an intimidating glare. You continue to push him off of you as you look around trying to find someone you know that can help. But no-one is in sight. "Cmon, stop fighting it, your mine, nobody can help you." Your panicking, confused, and freaked the HELL OUT. Trying to shove your clearly drunk boyfriend off of you as hard as possible but in your drunken state, your hardest pushes feel like paper against him.
He grips your inner thigh hard, with his left hand. His cold right edging to touch you through your undies. "This'll show you what happens when ya talk to other men, slut..." He slides his fingers down and..
"Hey man. What the fuck are you doing!?" The tears that ran along your pretty face suddenly stopped moving, along side everyone at the part who witnessed this strangers outburst in response to your assult. Your boyfriend was grabbed by the shirt, the young black haired man practically ripping his clothing off of his body with pure force. They start screaming and yelling but you can't hear it.. you don't want to hear it... everything falls silent. Till eventually a punch is thrown and now the two were brawling all throughout the living room. You rush to look for at least someone you knew so you could seek comfort in this stressful and loud situation but the one person you knew, Terushima, already out the door.
11:34 pm.
People begin to start leaving the party. Someone had called the cops and got the whole house raided. You sat on the very corner of the wrap around porch, where your bfs car is still parked, as he gets questioned by the police. suddenly a hand touches your shoulder. You whip your head around only to find...
"Tetsuro..?" Your highschool ex boyfriend.. covered in bruises.. "hey.. seems like your not used to parties yet huh..? You seem shaken up." He says bluntly, referring to the fact you know, he knows and you both know you hate parties. "What happened to.. oh.. " You stop yourself realizing the situation. "Yeah.. but I mean it's been a while how have you be-". He was inturupted by a nerve wracking voice. "Y/N! Get in the car. We're going home. Now." Your abuser.. I mean boyfriend demands of you. "Didn't get arrested?" He shouted to your soon to be ex. "Why would they arrest me? You started the shit! Plus I'm not on drugs. Why havent you been put in handcuffs?!" He rebutted, arguing his case. "Cuz im not under the influence of anything i guess." Your assuming that the police likely just chucked it up to be a stupid house party fight, wasnt actually too serious.. only a few people got arrested since they arent 21, yet they had very clear signs of alcohol in their system. "Okay well Y/n just get in the car, lets head home." He demanded, "no."
"The fuck do you mean no..?"
"I... i dont want to."
"Okay this is gettin fucking ridiculous. Get the fuck in the car or-"
"Alright, she's not going home with you, sorry man! I suggest you get your ass out of here or I'll kick your ass again!" Tetsuro laughed, putting his arm around you. Your boyfriend gave you the stinkiest eye, before turning his head to look at the police cars, scoffing and then harshly pulling his car out if the driveway.
Guess your going over to Kuroos house..
12:08 am.
"Wow.. you have a pretty nice house Tetsu.." You exclaim as you pull into the driveway of his unsurprisingly luxurious, middle class house.
"Yeah, I kinda get 'spoiled' by my parents if you will."
The car stops, as kuroo unbuckles his seatbelt and turning off the car. You feel a little relieved that he ended up at that party, even though you haven't seen each other since your senior year. It's almost like even after not seeing him for a year or so you still trust him like you never stopped talking. You guys caught up alot during the car ride too. He told you about how he's been, his plans for his future and vice versa. It was a calming ride. Though, despite the wholesome catching up, you knew that all that buzzing was from your boyfriend.
You and him make it to the front door, the first observation you make are the flowers surrounding the house. "Make sure you take your shoes off as soon as we get in here." He said hunched over a bit, while unlocking the door. "Got it.." You said in unison with a click of the door and him opening the now, unlocked door.
You walk inside, taking your shoes off as requested. Your first impression of the house is cozy, but not cozy enough to be a home. It's just Kuroo all by himself in this two story house? All while being a college student too.. he really is spoiled by his mommy and daddy.
"You want a house tour?"
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"Sure!"
As you wait for Kuroo to start guving you a tour of his giant, obviously expensive house, you have an overwhelming feeling. you’ve just pissed your boyfriend way the hell off. You know your going to have to deal with his shit when you get home. The idea of checking your phone slipped into your mind. But, despite your worry for him you knew he was odf revenge cheating. Of course he was, thats what he always does.
The night feels like its going too fast and your head is spinning from being obviously drunk and you just-
"Y/N!!" An enthusiastic voice interrupts your deep anxious thoughts... "cmon, ill show ya around!"
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A/N: I accidentally posted this so I guess this is a part 1... my phone lagged so bad so ... yep its up early. Here's a question for you though..
Was kuroo showing up at that party pure coincidence..?
Idk if I'll do a part two I guess we'll have to see in the future
Warning: I am NOT saying these characters are toxic.. this is just personal opinion on what I think thier toxic traits would be lol.. Kuroo fic is still in the works so this is just food until then. Very harmful topics in here that includes but isnt limited to abuse, sa, and emotional manipulation.
Pt.2 here
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Yamaguchi
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^ Princess treatment all the way, but expects it back in a way.
^ When he goes out he definitely buys stuff he thinks you would like.
^ Is so obsessed with you because you're his first girlfriend ever. (he's canonically ugly..?)
^ He always wants to spend time with you, meaning the relationship will feel suffocating.
^ Any time you guys get into an argument he will blame you the whole time.
^ Runs to Tsuki to get his opinion on the argument but plays victim.
Atsumu
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^ “Talk to another guy and we’re done.”
^ Will ask for all your passwords. Logs into your account and blocks/unfollows people
^ When you get into arguments he’ll hold you in his arms against your will until you give up.
^ Cries when you get mad at him.. You usually hold him and kiss him to make him feel better.
^ Would ask you why you think he's a bad guy, every time you confront him.
^ He thinks you’re lucky to be with him and he’s such a catch.
Tendou
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^ Stalks you, thinks he's Joe Goldberg tbh.
^ “I'm just a silly guy!!” and listens to white girl music.
^ Will get mad and yell at you and then immediately act all silly and make the :3 face.
^ Edge lord but in a hot way, and prob throws a tantrum when you have to leave.
^ Life 360 and always asking you why you're leaving your house.
^ Has a shrine of you in his room and your his lock screen on everything.
Bokuto
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^ Very overly jealous. Like cries when you talk to another guy.
^ Acts sad in his insta notes to get your attention.
^ Any time you're with your friends he acts sick so you ditch them to come over.
^ Gets mad at you when guys hit on you.
^ Doesn't let you wear anything slightly revealing unless he's with you.
^ Accuses you of cheating a lot
Terushima
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^ Kinda physically abusive..
^ Pulls your hair alot when he's upset
^ Pinches you to hurt u on purpose
^ Grabs ur face when arguing way too much
^ Smacks ur ass and calls you sexy when ur sad or something.. very objectifying.
^ Bites instead of laving hickeys because wow thanks.
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