It is with a heavy heart that I announce my big blog move! I’ve been thinking about this for a while so i decided to do it now (better late than never). don’t worry, all my previous works will still be up! I’m just moving bc I’ve lost all interactions on here and I thought it’d be best to do!
if you want me to follow you back on my new blog, just send me a message on that account and I’ll do it <3
see you guys there and rip todourouki i had fun while it lasted ❤️!
i’d like to think that i’m back for good so pls interact and tell me how u guys have been! <3 tell me abt ur days and how tf u bitches have been bc i missed u guys!! ahh!! <3
SUMMARY. Living a crazy life of illegal street racing, as well as being the daughter to an important gang member causes you to constantly live life on the edge. From run-ins with the police, to always having a constant fear of losing everything in front of you— the only thing that has ever made sense to you was being behind a steering wheel. That is, until the hurricane turmoil of Miya Atsumu enters your life and shatters your ideals of normalcy forever.
PAIRING Fem!Y/N & MSBY!Atsumu
WORD COUNT. N/A
WARNINGS. Explicit Content, such as explicit language, eventual sexual themes, suggestive humor, graphic depictions of illegal activities, mentions of underage drinking at some point, and etc. (all warnings will be before each part).
MASTERLIST.
number one an itch you can’t scratch (coming soon)
number two two’s a party, three is a crowd
number three tba
number four tba
number five finale.
(✎) hello everyone! so i’m sure we’ve all heard of deciphered by the ever so talented @hoeneymilktea! well, this story is roughly based off the illegal street racer au created by her! i fell inlove with the idea of street racer oikawa, so decided why not make a bad bitch version who manages to get tangled up with atsumu? i hope you guys enjoy this five part piece of work i’ve spent my hiatus trying to perfect!
I don’t care if it goes against canon or if the timing is off, I just want more Shouto and Touya being siblings content. Lilo and Stitch redraw, really the most iconic depiction of sibling dynamics
WARNINGS Explicit Language, Sexual Content (spitting, choking, M/F intercourse, implications of rough sex, maybe 1/2 references of being UTI, a tinge of toxicity)
AUTHORS NOTE thank u all for 3k I will literally cry pls enjoy (:
IWAIZUMI HAJIME and The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd
“I understand your body wants it. I know your thoughts. Oh you’re about it, about it. You’re a big girl and it’s your world. And I’ma let you do it how you want to. Girl, now ride with it, ride with it.”
Nothing could move your brain from anything other than the man pounding into your weak frame. Everything about him suffocated you, thick arms swallowing your body into his chest and making you rely on nothing but the constant metronome of his dick hitting the same spot over and over again.
It wasn’t like you didn’t know you’d be put in this position. No matter the circumstances, you knew that if you walked inside of the same party as Hajime, you’d be leaving with him and getting ready to have some mind blowing sex. It was always the same routine, and you grew to accept it.
“Stop running from it.” He breathes out, arms gripping your body tight enough to dissolve your rib bones in one squeeze.
You could barely keep up, his harsh strokes slapping across your ass cheeks with every thrust and making your head nearly knock itself off your neck. He’d always been so rough, always wanting to give you his all so you never thought you were ever getting anything halfassed. That’s his problem.
His large arms were holding you up in several ways. One across your neck, loling your head against his shoulders and manually controlling your breath as the other one gripped across your stomach and onto your waist as if he hated you. You knew he could never hate you though, not if he fucked you this good.
Hajime wanted to unravel you. He wanted to pull your body apart, inch by inch so that’s everytime you did as much as rub your hand across the surface, you remembered that he’s the only one that could ever make you feel anything again. He was doing a damn good job of it.
“H-Haji, please it feels so— so fucking good.” You breathed out, air leaving your lungs as he continued to harshly fuck you from behind.
“C’mon pretty, hurry up and cum so you can show me just how good those knees work on top of me.”
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MATSUKAWA ISSEI and Poison by Brent Faiyaz.
Girl, you know I play my role when I'm inside that. With my hands around your throat, I know you like that. Girl, I'll do anything to hear you scream my name. I love your game, I do, I do. Girl you do damage to me.
His hands were never too tight for you, always the right amount of asphyxiation to get tears watering your bottom lashes. His body hovered above yours, the feeling of his bare skin just barely touching yours driving you insane with lust of feeling all of him.
“Stop being so impatient, makes you look like a brat.” Issei’s words weren’t harsh, the smell of his minty breath causing you to pout and moan from the sound of his tone.
“Just fuck me already, Issei.” Those firm words that slipped through your lips were enough to give Mattsun chills, his infatuation with you overpowering his adoration for being in charge.
His tongue found itself licking up against your neck at your words, sucking on that one spot in your jaw that made you do nothing but quiver at the feeling. He lifted his head back up, pressing a finger from the ones pressed against your neck to the bottom of your lips and pulling them apart.
“Open.” He ordered, your body following his request and getting ready for what you knew what would be next.
Issei’s spit slowly slipped from his plump lips, down to the back of your throat and floating against the buds of your tongue. The feeling brought a moan from the bottom of your throat, filling his ears with nothing but the sensation of getting such a pornographic response from you.
In bed, he could never find it within himself to dominate you too much. He loved it, he loved telling a girl when she could or couldn’t breathe, or when she could and couldn’t move. He lived for being the face of authority in bed.
With you though, he found your demanding words getting him off quicker than ever before. The request caused his dick to jump in attention, knowing exactly where this was going. It was like he could feel you already, the excessive warmth of your walls swallowing and spitting him back out being something he got goosebumps from.
“You think you tell me what to do?” Issei’s voice challenged you, practically daring you to just try to remove him from his state of dominance.
You knew, though. You knew that every time you told the taller man what to do, he wouldn’t blink an eye before rushing to do it at your leisure. The feeling of the duvet against your back was soon replaced with nothing but cold air, your body finding a natural way to switch positions and bring you on top of him (where he honestly thought you most belonged).
“You sure about that, Issei?”
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SUNA RINTAROU and Streets by Doja Cat
“We real life made for each other. And it's hard to keep my cool when other bitches tryna get with my dude, and when other chickens tryna get in my coop. Cause you're a one in a million. There ain't no man like you.”
“Rin!” You gasped, body falling into a euphoric bliss as you felt him lazily strike a hand across your left ass cheek.
Your body was on top of his, the arm rest of the couch being what held his slender frame up enough to be able to catch one of your breasts in his mouth and give you triple the sensation. As you bounced on top of him with the bottom of your feet, all you could here was the squelching of nothing but cum.
You weren’t sure when you got to this position, but somehow, an innocent T.V. binge turned into an intense session with your usually lazy boyfriend. At this moment, you bounced at a quicker speed, hands on his chest giving you some type of balance from the small space on the couch.
His face was a soft red tint, eyes staring between your own and the sweet view of your pussy devouring him over and over again. “Fuck Y/N, I love this pussy so much.”
His words were rough, his hands slapping your ass one more time and spreading your cheeks further apart as he began to drill you from where he was seated. Rin usually made you do all the work, suggesting you rode on your feet to make your life earlier.
At this moment though, you remembered just his good he fucked you when he felt like it. The television was long forgotten, nothing but your pussy’s lewd sounds and both of your moans echoing through your shared living room. “All for you, Rin!”
The air in your lungs was getting harder to grasp, the sensation of his length stretching you out in the upmost perfect way. It was almost as if he was a missing puzzle piece, perfectly spreading your walls apart and dragging your ass in the perfect pattern with his strokes from underneath.
“It’s like this pussy was made for me, like you were baby.” His words caused your eyes to roll back, finding themselves back at his green ones and pulling him by his shaggy hair into an extremely messy and open mouthed kiss.
“Just like you baby,” was all he said, before fucking into you hard enough to have you consider giving him a baby.
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ATSUMU MIYA and Hate Sleeping Alone by Drake
“You say that you over me you always end up under me. You know how it goes, don't be crazy, don't play dumb with me. Don't start with yo shit, I put you back in yo place. How dare you tell me it's tougher for you.”
“Atsumu, just get the fuck out. Honestly,” the words slipped out your lips quicker than you’d expected, the dirty blond doing nothing but staring at you with a smirk on his life, “who the fuck do you think you are just popping up whenever’s convenient?”
He cornered you, the cold walls pressing against your nearly exposed skin from the pajamas you sported at such a late hour. It was about 3 in the morning, the Friday night being one of the rare times you spent alone. You didn’t want it any other way though, the warmth and coziness of your apartment once being peaceful yet now being disrupted by the tornado of Atsumu Miya.
Usually, you indulged in his booty calls and attempts to woo you in all the right places. You’d allow him to touch you, dipping his hands into your seventh wonder of the world and bringing you to a place you’d never want to leave. Unfortunately for him though, you refused to accept the idea your brain threw at you of the fact that you may or may not be falling inlove with someone the likes of him.
“You jealous or somethin’?” He smirked, words hot against your lips in a way you knew he knew drove you insane.
He knew you saw him with someone else. Of course he did, he’s Atsumu Miya. What he also knew though, was that there was nothing that could get you more riled up than seeing him interact like that with anyone else who wasn’t you. He knew the effect he had on you, and yet again he managed to manipulate it right in his own hands.
You tried to get out his grasp, hands gripping your bare wrists and causing nothing but hot flashbacks you couldn’t bare to forget. Sure, you knew what to expect. You knew he was fucking other girls and you’d have to do the same. You knew though, that no one would ever amount to the way he made you feel. No one.
“I’d rather drink glass.” Your words cut him sharp, you could tell by the way something flashed within his glimmering irises.
Nobody moved, eyes never once movi my from one another’s and air so tense it could almost suffocate you. Within seconds, the arms gripping your wrist flipped you against the wall. You found yourself face first with nothing but white paint, and an ass pressed roughly into the firm frontside of Atsumu.
“Fine,” he whispered harshly into your ears as he licked the lobe in a way he remembered would drive you insane, “guess I’ll just have to fuck it outcha’.”
I cried like a bitch with 'its you'. But my stupid brain didn't understand the ending at all :((((
hey my loveeee i’m sorry for making u cry )-: buuuut the ending is that dabi planned on proposing to my good sis, but he knew he was gonna d*e so he told his s/o right before he was k*lled by the heroes. the italics in the end was of a time they both had in bed before everything went to shit!
i literally suck at explaining shit so I’m sorry if this don’t make no sense lol pls pm me if u still don’t get it pls know I’m stupid too I’m sorry for not making it so clear ):
SUMMARY he hates to express himself but it’s now or never.
WORD COUNT 2.9K
WARNINGS angst, someone d*es sorry lol, fluff, sorry i miss dabi & i had to, also a suggestive joke cause it’s dabi
AUTHORS NOTE this is kinda trash cause i’m just warming up again lol <3 also it’s unedited lol sorry ly guys
** italics signify a flashback
Everything went to shit.
Nothing could be heard through your ears other than the large explosions and cries for help, flames of red and blue illuminating your face through the porcelain glass.
You should be out there. You should be fighting with everyone, trying to save the planet from the complete destruction and cataclysmic hurricanes of utter civil war.
Instead, you found yourself trapped within the walls of the practical prison cell, encaged within nothing but glass on the highest building in your current prefecture. You couldn’t remember when it happened, how it happened, how you get there, where it started— nothing.
All you could remember though, was yesterday morning. And as the flames began to grow closer in proximity to you, all you could do was think about him.
“Dabi, if you keep touching me with your cold ass feet I promise I’ll call the police and turn you in.” He could hear the irritation in your voice, doing nothing but chuckling and pulling you closer into his bare chest.
“You wouldn’t dare, you know that.”
His voice was soft for the first ever time, the sign of sleepiness still lingering behind his tongue as he lingered the ends of his words. The warmth of the winter sun hit your bodies through your shades, and you found yourself opening your eyes and doing something you rarely got the chance to do— admire Dabi.
He usually expressed his hatred for his appearance. It usually ranged from the two-toned colors loitering his body, the staples holding him together, to even the simplest of things such as his hands being too weak or his weight not being strong enough.
Everything he ever complained about though, were things you found yourself falling deeper and deeper inlove with as the days progressed. The sunlight hit his skin softly, the white duvet perched across his shoulders showing that he at least got cold even though he felt like a human radiator.
“You’re so pretty.” Your simple words silently slipped, his ears perching up in his sleep but his scowl remaining against his monotonous face.
You knew he liked it though, from the way his fingers heated up just a tad bit and caused you to blush for him. He wasn’t a friend of admitting the way he felt, giving out compliments whether they be true or not, or doing anything remotely close to giving you any kind of affection that wasn’t physical. You knew this tough, from the moment you got yourself involved with someone like him.
You knew that getting into Dabi’s life and lingering around meant that your life would permanently be in danger, would never be the same, and would never be safe. You knew all of this, yet you never batted an eye on whether or not you wanted to deal with it for as long as you lived— you knew you would die for him if he’d ask you to.
Sometimes you thought of saying those three words you knew scared him. They almost slipped more than a few times, and it was Dabi that prevented you from doing so by doing things such as changing the conversation topic and reaverting your attention towards anything, absolutely anything else.
To tell the truth, you were scared of admitting it to him as well. Dabi was a criminal, and not just any criminal, but thee criminal of the hour. He was plastered all over Tokyo with nothing but a mugshot taken when he was about two years younger and a life sentence he refused to give in to. You knew what would happen if news got out that you had invested your time with someone like him.
You would potentially lose your family, everything you’ve ever worked for, your job, you’d lose it all. It never bothered you though, because you’d do anything for him. Anything.
And as you felt the words begin to form from the bottom of your throat, you realized those cerulean eyes were now staring back at you. It was almost as if the world didn’t exist when you were with him, and you would give anything to be able to say those words. Anything just to show him your devotion for him, and how you would kill or be killed for him.
Like clockwork, the opportunity fell from your hands and onto the ground like shattered glass when you felt him peck your cheek with something hidden in his irises. “Let’s get out of bed, yeah?”
Tears fell from your eyes, silent whimpers growing louder as you realized what was happening. Your feet began to ache, body spiraling down in pain with nothing but heartbreak racing through your veins.
You hadn’t seen Dabi since that morning, the chaos only growing the minute he slipped through your apartment door and not bothering to call, text, or even see you.
The world was ending, and you never got the chance to tell Dabi you were in love with him.
You knew everything was coming to an end. He had warned you things were only growing worse, heroes and villains alike reaching a point so desperate in finishing the war, they’d both resort to anything. And that anything, was currently demolishing the streets in front of your own eyes.
The blue flames only grew in damage, covering towers of glass and growing closer in proximity into the glass bubble you were stuck behind. You were the only person up there, being led to safety by a hero much too young to be in such a situation and bringing you to even more tears.
You wanted to scream— cry for anything or anyone to help you so you could just get out and look for him. It’s all you wanted, to just hold him once more and feel his snide remarks slap you hot against your skin one last time.
“Hey dollface.”
The voice you heard forced your breath to cave in, voice being numb from the tears falling earlier enough to where all you could do was turn and feel your heart break even more.
He was missing a few staples, a bullet wound pressed against his white shirt near his torso and his body seeming weaker than you’d ever seen it. His hair was disheveled more than usual, coat missing, and skin beginning to detach itself from his thin frame. His face was tired, voice wavering from pain and exhaustion and you felt your body freeze.
“Dabi?” Your voice was sweet to him, music to his ears finally being played at a lesser pressure to where if tears could fall down his eyes, they would.
He had searched everywhere for you, ignited the streets in flames looking for anyone that knew of your whereabouts no matter who or what they were. He saw your weak frame run towards the end of the glass he stood on the opposite side of and his body limped closer to you.
If only you could see how much it hurt him to not be able to hold you, looking at you cry and mourn through glass hurting him more than he thought anything ever had. He knew it was his fault for getting so attached as for involving you in this mess. It was his to clean up but he let you help him and manage to self destruct your future quicker than he could stop you.
“Missed me?” His smirk was lazy as usual, but weak enough to falter as his head knocked across the glass and held its eyesight on you.
You were crying, not being able to stop yourself from leaning against the glass right with him and he couldn’t say it hurt him any less than it did. It fucking killed him to see you like this. He knew he couldn’t break through the glass without killing you, and he knew you couldn’t break the glass unless the hero who surrounded you in it was there. And he had never wanted to kill someone more than he wanted to kill that guy— not even his own father.
“Please tell me you’re okay.” You whimpered, hands flat across the glass as your chest heaved up and down in nothing but pain.
Dabi heard them getting closer from a distance, the sound of screams beginning to crowd his ears and preventing him from hearing to your voice so clearly. He knew he had to say something- he had to do something if he wanted to have time to do it before the end.
“Don’t worry about me, just do me a favor and listen alright?” His voice held the usual attitude it did when you’d speak to him, the pain growing more and more noticeable as he started to wince after each growing syllable.
You always listened to him, and as much as you wanted to scream at him to get you out of there so you could just feel your skin on his, you knew it wasn’t the time yet. His hands slowly raised towards yours on the glass, something he would have never done under any other circumstance other than this one and you knew. You knew what he was doing.
“I love you,” the words fell flatly, echoing through your brain as you sucked in air and watched as blood began to drip from the hand falsely holding yours across the glass, “I fucking love you.”
“I don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not waking up next to ya’, or what to do if I’m not laying with ya’, but I know what I’m gonna have to do now if it means you get to get out of here okay.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, your posture straightening and beginning to panic. “Dabi, what the fuck are you talking about?”
You saw him squeeze his eyes shut, blood growing against his eyelids and starting to trickle down his burned cheeks. The air you once knew how to breathe without thinking started to slip through your lungs faster than you could catch up, and you knew you were living out your worst nightmare.
The screams Dabi had been waiting for grew, footsteps flying up the stairs behind him growing in sound and he knew time was limited. He knew he needed to do this now or he’d never get a second chance.
“I’m doing this to save you, so don’t think I’m doing this to find an excuse to get your annoying ass out of my life.” His words caused you to sob, air leaving your lungs as your dainty hands slammed across the unbreakable glass.
“Shut the fuck up! Don’t you fucking DARE!” Your words hit him hard, nothing but a small smirk lifting against his lips and staring back at you with blood streaming eyes.
“You know I have to, even if I don’t wanna. So listen good. In about three seconds, those guys are gonna slam through the door and kill me and I’m gonna let them.”
“I’m gonna let them do to me what they should’ve done a long time ago if it meant I got to give ya’ a better chance at life so it’s what I’m doing, okay? I’m giving you a chance to do some shit you couldn’t do with me sticking around.”
Dabi’s words burned through your ears and you knew nothing hurt you more than this. The pain of smacking against the glass only caused bruises to form against your knuckles. You wanted to keep hitting, to keep fighting, and to keep doing whatever you possibly could’ve done if it meant you’d get to hold him and stop him from being so fucking stupid. But this was a fight that was already won, and it’s what hurt you the most.
“You’re the most beatiful shit I’ve ever seen in my life. You make the best fucking French toast I’ve ever had, and your lips are better to me than any fucking weed I’ve ever smoked in my life.” The footsteps grew louder, and he knew this was all he could say before it was over.
“I never told you cause I was a fucking pussy but right now I’m facing death and nothing could be worse than this. I fucking love you, Y/N. I love you and you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Maybe if I wasn’t a criminal about to die I woulda married ya’ with a ring I stole from Shig but I am.”
You watched something glimmer from his fingertips, the sight causing your breath to get stuck between your throat and hold itself longer than you could handle. He was going to propose to you.
Within seconds, the door slammed open and there stood police officers with guns and weapons piling through. They were yelling, and you knew you should’ve been listening to their words but all you could do was stare at the ring Dabi dropped underneath his foot and hid beneath his shoe.
“They’re gonna kill me and I’ll never be able to feel you against me again, but know that nobody in this world will ever make me feel the way I do or did with you. Do something with your life while I’m gone, dollface.”
That’s all he could say before turning his body around, giving you one last view of his arrogant smirk before trying to shoot his arm out to give himself one last method of defense. The only problem was that he didn’t stand a chance. You couldn’t watch, knowing that if you did you’d lose your mind more than you were going to eventually anyway so you blinked.
You blinked for a really long fucking time, long enough to slip down the glass with your hands following the trail of blood Dabi’s hands left as his lifeless body rested against the cage holding you in.
You couldn’t hold him, you couldn’t smell him, you couldn’t even tell him you loved him back. He never gave you the chance to say it, and when he finally admits it to you, his body loses every inch of life it was granted before you were even given the chance.
You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t find it within yourself to do anything other than weep and sob Dabi’s name like a mantra. Because this was it. You were there when he took his last breath to finally admit he loved you and you couldn’t even say it back, without the chance of ever saying it again.
You’d lost him, and couldn’t even try to save him from his own self.
Dabi’s body rested on top of yours, head nuzzled between the crevice of your breasts and breath pattering against your exposed nipples as you both lay there speaking of nothing but nonsense. That was, at least until he cleared his throat and began to rub his warm hands against your waist.
“You wanna know something, Y/N?” He muttered, causing you to giggle softly and run a hand through his raven hair.
“What, Dabi?” The snow falling outside was louder than it had ever been before, the silence after you replied consuming you so strongly and so loudly you would’ve been concerned if it wasn’t for him opening his mouth yet again.
“When all this shit ends,” his staples clicking and deep voice was the only thing circling against the room, taking a second to think and finally finding his voice once again, “I think I’m gonna take you out on a date.”
The laugh that left your lips was one that made Dabi smile, playfully glaring up at you with an eye and joining you in a slight chuckle. Dabi usually said stupid flirtatious remarks like this, but hearing him offer to take you out on a date was beyond anything you’d ever heard.
“Oh really? Where are we gonna go, lover boy?” Your hands continued to run itself through his hair, words tickling at his scalps and making him relax even more into your body’s sanctuary,
“Anywhere else. As long as I got your dumbass with me.”
The words rang deep, your hand stopping slightly and cheeks burning more as the words echoed through your head. He wasn’t one for romantics or for sappy comments but this one hit a bit deeper than it probably should have for you. You knew it took a lot for him to say, being well aware of his faux emotional aloofness to really just cover up the fact that he’s an undercover softy.
“Simp.” Translated in Y/N’s language: I love you.
“Don’t be such a bitch about it.” Translated in Dabi’s language: I love you, more.
Silence covered your ears once more, nothing but flashing Tokyo lights illuminating through to it window with snowflake shadows dancing across your white walls. Moments of peace like this were rare, especially with Dabi being in your bed with you for as long as he pleased.
You appreciated moments like these the most, his body weight fitting like a puzzle on top of yours. You both continued to crack a few jokes, talking about nothing and everything at the same time until someone (most likely you, honestly) fell asleep with a small smile imprinted on the two of you.
You know moments like these were only the beginning of your relationship, and you knew you’d do anything for Dabi to make sure you got to show him how much you appreciated them until the day you died.
You knew it wouldn’t be for a while though, since your love was too strong to get any of you killed.
SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.
PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader
TOTAL WORD COUNT. about 21.5k
GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut
WARNINGS. i use usd as the currency but it’s not that important shsjkd, each chapter will have its own warnings but this story overall is rated mature and later on explicit (18+)
PART 1. a very well-deserved tip
PART 2. love is fake, marry a wealthy suitor
PART 3. accidental sugar daddy?
PART 4. how the rich suck their own dicks
PART 5. the inherent eroticism of buttoning someone’s clothes
PART 6. fuck the rich, steal their candy
PART 7. what’s better than eating the rich? the rich eating you out
