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OKAY WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE YOUR COMMENT ON MY KYOU FIC ??? IT LIT MADE MY NIGHT SOSOSO MUCH BETTER THANK YOU SO MUCH MWAH MWAH!!🥺🤍🎀
Pls I love you Im so sorry I saw this late ,but I throw my heart at you. Take my love bb. Your fic was so good(they’re always great tho hehe) ; _ ; you deserve a bunch of compliments and more have a great day cutie
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟏)
– pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader
– genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN
– word count: 10k
– warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation, praising, (soft) dom!kyou, semi public fingering, dry humping
— summary: the story of two broken souls finding and falling for each other...(im so bad at summaries it's basically you slowly falling for kyoutani's sweet soul have a good day)
"I can't believe we're actually doing this", you mumble and stare at the door of the tattoo shop like your life depends on it, "for a girl you've known for like what – a month?", you add, your words not even reaching your best friend who's currently trying her best to not just pass out and all you can do is let out another loud, doubtful sigh.
This the kinda stuff that I wish would happen to me in real life. Like give me a soft dom kyoutani whos into you at first sight. Please I’m drooling. AND HES SO NICE AND RESPECTFUL FOR WHAT GOD IM JEALOUS. He knows what he wants but he doesn’t want to push boundaries plsssssss DO MEN LIKE THIS ACTUALLY EXIST???? :(((((((( I’m so upset he’s not real. What an actual dreamboat LOL. I enjoyed this fic a lot *~*. tattoo shop aus make me all fuzzy inside whether it be just smut or fluff. GOD the writing makes me soft and fuzzy please everytime he’s like I’d do ___ to you but only if you want me to I sob a bit from happiness. And that moment when the ex was nearby I stopped breathing. Dead. I died and went to hell where I’m stewing in my lewd thoughts. That ending nearly broke me. I keep telling myself there’s a part 2 but angst just pulls my heart ouchie. I wanted to scream but I STILL LOVE IT AHHHH. I look forward to tomorrow ; - ; thanks for giving us such amazing content bb. I really liked how you characterized them ( especially Hana hah what a baby kith kith💕💕). Have a wonderful night !!! I love this fic pls theyre so cute the fact they crushed at first sight. GOD what a dream.
Ok I saw something on insta and inspiration hit me so hard I think I died for a second.
So here you go:
Summary: It’s been a week since you broke up with Dabi and he’s only beginning to process how much he misses you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BNHA or you or the gif below
Warnings: swearing, sexual references, mild violence
Broken Glass
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Cool drops of water fell from the tap and into the sink, the sound of a gurgling drain ,as it was choked on the rush from the tap, filled the atmosphere of the dingy bathroom that Dabi stood in, his hands gripping the side of the ceramic sink that was covered in stains from years of neglect. His body hunched over himself as his harsh glare stared down into the swirling water that resides in the grubby sink, his tired eyelids drooping lazily in a half closed position that didn’t differ from his usual bored expression.
The faint light that emitted from a single lightbulb that hung from the ceiling by a chord, would occasionally flickered on and off, causing the space to be filled with black for a second before once again being illuminated by the weak yellow light. The white and black floor tiles had not been cleaned for a long time, muddy footprints having stained the once pearl white tiles and bits of marble that lined the walls had begun to chip away to reveal the white and brown plaster underneath. There was an empty space where a toilet once should have been and it could only be assumed that some teenagers had stolen it as some sort of bad attempt at a practical joke. Not that Dabi cared, he had only needed a private moment by himself to think about what had happened.
His half lidded still stared down at the sink, his jaw clenching and unclenching causing the staples in his face to pull against his skin, tremors of pain igniting over his marred and tender areas of burnt skin. Not that he could feel the pain, he had lived so long with the metal embedded into his flesh that he would be concerned if there wasn’t any pain at all. The sharp jolts of discomfort he got if his skin caught on a staple, or the slight tightness he felt if he moved too much had become second nature the villain. Maybe it was the physical pain that helped him deal with the emotional pain too, being preoccupied with the bridges of metal that stopped his body from falling apart often took his mind off of any memories he didn’t care to think about. The pain, mental and physical, would only drive him on in his schemes to rid the world of heroes, to get back at Endeavour and anyone who had hurt him. The pain made him who he was. It was a friend of his that he had grown too accustomed of to let go. Without the pain, who was he?
There had only been one other thing that had made him feel like he knew who he was. One other aspect of his life that had made him feel so whole it made him question if he had ever lost himself. That aspect of course was you.
You had been by his side through thick and thin, every time he had felt like there was no where else to turn, you had been waiting for him with open arms. The world hadn’t been kind to either of you, trust didn’t come easily and it was a miracle that either one of you had allowed that kind of intimacy. You made him feel something other then pain and it had made him remember what it was like to be loved and cared for. Having spent his whole life in hiding you had ought him leave of mind that he didn’t have to pretend to be anyone else around you, it was a comfort he had been deprived for so long.
You had told him that you loved him. Something he had so seldom heard but when it came from you, the whole world would fall away. You cared for him, you told him over and bet again that he was your everything. But every time his mind tried to rehear your voice and the words of adoration you had once said to him, all he could hear instead was the scream of your voice and all he could see was the tears that had slid down your face as you clutched your arm to your chest, your skin red and burned.
Dabi growled to himself as he pressed his eyes closed, trying to shake away the relentless visions that flashed through his mind. Your tear stained face and the look of terror that crossed your features was imprinted into his memory that wouldn’t stop playing, over and over again like a broken record. His heart clenched in his chest as your shriek of pain rang in his head, his fingers tightening around the basen on the sink. His teeth gritting into a snarl as his own mind tortured him, his cheeks movements feeling strained against his staples and it didn’t take longer for the sound of tearing to reach his ears, soon followed by the feeling of something sliding down his cheek.
Opening his eyes, he lifted his head to gaze at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, his own reflection staring back at him. Cerualean irises met ceruelan irises through hooded eyes, his lips set into a thin line as he watched a bead of scarlet blood roll down his cheek from where the staple had torn away.
Moving his hands up to his cheek, he felt around the damaged area, a single finger running up his cheek bone like a feather brushing the air, his touch was light and steady. The metal staple had fallen away and was now hanging loosely in the fold of his skin. The area it had been holding now adorned a small hole that was filled in with the garnet of blood that slowly leaked down his angled face.
The thick trail of blood that slid down his face was warm against his skin, slowly tracing a line of red down the side of his face; before running along his jawline before falling into the water that still filled the sink below. The clear water being dyed with inky like drops of red that soon funnelled down the drain in a swirl of water and pale blood. The tap still running and causing the pool of water that collected in the sink to ripple and bubble under the stream of water that came from the metal faucet.
Dabi let his hands drop from the small gap in his face to creep them slowly forward toward the tap and the water it’s expelling. The tips of his fingers dipping into the rush of cold water, causing its neat line to be fanned out and sending water droplets to fly out over the edges of the sink and up his arms. The pressure coming from the water was weighted against his skin as he further pushed his hands under the running water to cup some of it in his palms. He could feel small amounts of it slip between the canyons in his hands were the staples resided, sending shivers of discomfort through his body which he ignored.
No pain could replace the one that burned in his heart. He chose not to think too much about it and instead lowered his head to the sink, his reflection vanishing from sight and instead only revealing the top of his unruly black hair.
Pulling his hands out from the water that still poured from the nozzle of the tap, a small lagoon of water was trapped in his hands. With a quick flicking motion the water was thrown across his face, the cold beads of liquid running down his forehead and over his nose to run off his narrow cheeks. He watched as the worst of the blood was swept off his face and into the sink, only to be swallowed by the gurgling drain which was hungry for more. The smell of rust filling his nostrils as more blood trickles from his open wound which was quickly met with water to wash it away.
Bringing a hand up, he used his forearms to wipe away any excess blood. The water and blood droplets seeping onto his sleeve as he used it to dry his cheek, wincing when he felt his loose staple snag on the fabric of his coat. With most of the blood having been cleaned up he pressed two fingers against the loose staple, slotting it back into the hole from which it had come loose from his skin. With a slight pinch he pushed it back into place, not even flinching when it was forced back into his skin and his face was once again pulled back by the thin curls of metal.
Shutting the tap off, the bathroom fell into a silence, now only filled by a small hum coming from the light bulb as it fought to stay alight, the bathroom plunging into darkness for a second making Dabi’s eyes ache slightly.
Now he was truly alone with his thoughts, the running water that had once kept him company had left his mind to once again fill with the flashes of episodic memories of what had happened the previous week. Dabi had tried to busy himself to keep the events from from flooding back, doing any small or mundane task that Shigaraki had for him to do and trying to keep himself occupied by anything but having to revise what had actually happened. He still hadn’t accepted it yet and apart of him was afraid to see the truth, but now that he had time to collect his thoughts and look back he could react. Because his denial would no longer work. How could it?
He could still feel the flames that danced over the palm of his hand as his anger was unleashed, the dancing azure fire that licked at his skin still flickered like a wild fire behind closed eyes, the terrified expression on your face that he hadn’t noticed until it was too late still haunted his dreams. He could remember reaching out to you, to move you out the way so he could have his temper tantrum in private without you getting caught up in the flames. His hand had clasped around your arm without realising exactly what he was doing and he only registered what he was doing after hearing the scream of agony tumble from your lips, his quirk having branded you with a scorching red mark on your perfect skin. The layers blistering and peeling as he had quickly pulled his touch away. He had calmed down after that, the sight of you having cowered in the corner of your bedroom shattering his heart. He would have killed anyone who ever made you that terrified, it destroyed him to know that he was the one that made you so frightened.
He had burned you before. He knew he had. You had tried to hide it from him to save him the guilt but it was a fruitless effort. He could see you flinch whenever something brushed over your wounds. He had never intentially hurt you, the injuries often occurring during heated and sensual moments that you said wasn’t a deal breaker if it meant he could have you. But that one time, that one time he had lashed out and hurt you almost intentionally. He had been angry, he couldn’t even recall what he had been so angry about, but he was angry enough to lash out at the nearest person and in his desperation to get you out the way of his unleash he had hurt you.
The smell of burnt flesh, your flesh, still lingered in his nose even after the several days it had happened. He had tried to reach out again but you had flinched and pulled yourself away, tears leaking out from the corners of your eyes as you tried to get away from him. His heart lurched in his chest when he recalled you running from the room in life fright, the words you had called over your shoulder had frozen him to the spot as he watched you slam the door behind you.
“You monster!”
Monster.
That word was not foreign to Dabi, he had been labelled such a thing multiple times before in the past. His victims screaming the same word at him as he burnt their bodies while they were still alive, the papers had deduced in big black print that he was a monster too. He hadn’t been bothered by it all then, he hadn’t cared if the rest of the world saw him as a demon, hellbent on making innocent people suffer to achieve his own goals. No. He had never batted an eye at any of it because there was only one person’s opinion who he truly valued.
But the moment the word “monster” had slipped from your lips in a jumble of broken words that fell as easily as the tears on your cheeks, his whole world had been shattered.
You thought he was a monster?
He had been called a monster by the victims he burned alive, their pained wails going unnoticed by him as he watched their skin peel off their body under the heat of his flames. The newspapers inked out in big black font that he was a monster, the heroes he went up against called him a monster too. The entire world viewed him the same way: a fiend. Someone not worth being alive, he cause pain to many lives including those closest to him. They all called him monster. But he had never once cared about any of them. They could call him whatever they wanted, it didn’t phase him. He only cared what you thought about him, because you saw him as the good guy. You saw him differently from the rest of society, you praised him and told him that he was worth giving a damn about. You showed him many times how much you appreciated him, something no one had ever cared to do for him. He only cared what you thought about him.
The woman he loves, the only person he would die for had called him a monster. He had often thought that you would never view him the same way that society did, so long as you told him how much you loved him he would never believe he was a monster. Because the princess never fell for the villain, the angel never slept with the devil. You were the angel, you were the princess so he couldn’t possibly be the bad guy. That wasn’t how the story worked. He must be the hero. How could he have possibly been the monster if someone like you had given all your affection to him?
The word monster came with no hesitation from you and it only left him wondering: had you believed he was a monster all along? Had you deluded yourself into believing he was a good person, when deep down you saw the cruelty and malice that laced his veins? No, never had Dabi once thought he was the monster that everyone had called him out to be. But now, hearing it from you, he was beginning to believe it and the sense of emptiness weighed down on him like the world was pushing against him. To hear you call him a monster had cut him deeper then anything else in the past, society had tainted you to believe he wasn’t the victim and it made his blood boil.
Dabi had protected you, cared for you and made you a home when nobody else had. When you cried he was there, when you were happy he was the one making you feel that way. How could he be a monster if you had lived so comfortably with him? He slips up once and he’s the evil one? The world was the real villain. It had taken everything from him and now it seemed to have taken you too.
His fists curled by his sides as he stood up straight, his head bowed as his glare bored holes into the tiles beneath his combat boots. His breathing slowly becoming more and more laboured as he struggled to keep the flames that simmered under his skin at bay. His eyes wandered the floor, the words monster flying through his brain, your teary eyes appearing and reappearing with every blink he took.
It was then his eyes landed on something by his feet.
A photo.
He gazed down at it through stone cold eyes, the printed image of you and him staring back up at Dabi from its position by his boot. But he didn’t pick it up, his stare bore into where your face lay in the photo, a small smile plastered on your face in an attempt at looking happy externally. You hadn’t had a lot to smile about when you first met Dabi, and as he now looked down upon it he realised that this photo was the first time he had genuinely seen you make any effort to show any signs of joy. He had made you happy. So why did you leave him?
The heat that was bubbling and scratching within him was slowly being let loose, like the threads of a tapestry it was being cut and cut to fall loose from the hold he had his rage wrapped in.
That picture. Your face. The cry of your pain surged through his body like a wildfire setting every nerve alight.
“Did you really love me doll?” he whispers, his aqua eyes licking with where yours lay printed in ink.
He can’t stand to even look at it. It cousin edits anymore knowing that it had all been lies. If you loved him you wouldn’t have said what you did.
“I’m a monster?” he drawls, holding a pinkie up where a small cobalt flame dances over it’s tip casting a small glow over the bathroom as the light flickers off again “if I’m the monster...then you can’t be the angel. You’re no better then I am.”
He flexes his little finger where the flaws resides, watching as it falls to the floor a small trail of smoke following in its wake as it lands on the picture. It doesn’t take long for the edges of the paper to begin to curl in itself, the sides turning a sparkling amber as the picture is melted on the floor. Dabi watched it burn, your face being swallowed by the flames as black holes are signed over the paper until it’s nothing more then a pile of ash.
“I lost everything.” he hissed, small waves of heat rising off his skin, his eyes falling back down to the ash pile, his teeth bared into an angered grimace “you were everything I had (y/n). You were everything I needed!”
His voice had raised now, a wild urge surging through him as blue flames erupted over his body and engulfed his hands. The bathroom being lit up in a violent cobalt glow that refelected off every surface and the light once again flickered above his head, finally plunging the bathroom into darkness. Dabi’s quirk was the only thing keeping the room slightly, the angered movements of the flames cast dancing shawls across the small space. The heat was unnoticed by him, the nerves in his hands that tingled from the intensity of the almost white fire was what fuelled his frustration.
His body jerking and twitching as the seething anger raced over him. Any control was lost as it all finally came crashing down, the calm had finally passed, and now the storm was coming.
“You think I’m the monster?!” he roared, his flames only erupting even more with each word he said “I had nothing and you left me! They lied to you! They turned you againt me! They’re the real monsters! I loved you! I gave you everything (y/n)! Where are you? Where are you when I need you? Who else could give you the world?! I was going to give you the world!”
His yells ripped from his lungs, his voice cracking on occasion as flames shot from his body singing anything that lay in its path. Whatever was left of the white in the bathroom was now covered in a charring of black soot, the smell of burning filling the air.
A laugh escaped Dabi’s lips. A laugh that would make any man quiver with fear, it was cold and void of any emotion other then the last fragments of his sanity. The sound echoed in the empty bathroom and bounced if the walls, filling the villain’s ears with the sound of his own cackle, a sound that no angel could have ever made.
It was the sound of a mad man. Someone who had nothing left to lose or gain. Someone who didn’t care who he hurt even if it that was himself. It was the sound no human could make.
“You’re a monster!”
Your voice filled his ears once again and his body grew rigid. Freezing the manic flames that had flared over his body until they were gently flickering over his shoulders, his long coat growing slightly singed around the collar but he didn’t care.
“I’m not a monster.” he whispered, tears blurring his vision until one slid down his cheek.
He raised his head, his reflection once again gazing back at himself in the mirror.
He didn’t recognise the person staring back.
Once half lidded eyes now wide that showed the entire whites of his eyes, his cerulean irises like pinpricks with the highlights of his unhinging illuminated over the whites of his eyes. His mouth having subconsciously turned up in the corners to be pulled into a hideous sinister smile void of any warmth but the instead his upturned lips held a promise of death to anyone who dared look at it, his lips twitching as his staples pulled againt his ski and his skin opened slightly from the strain of it. It was an unholy look that was painted over his face, his bridges of staples and piercings flashing in the firelight only adding to atrocity in the mirror and his jet black spikes of hair sticking out in manic and uncontrolled directions over his face. He would have appeared completely unhinged if not for the tears that spilled from the corner of his eyes leaked down his face, his body trembled and rigid with each loud breath he took.
“I’m not a monster.” he repeated, his irises quivering in terror at his own reflection.
For a second the image flickered, revealing a face that he hadn’t seen in the longest time. Dabi’s face had shifted in the mirror, his ebony hair turning a fiery red and his scarred skin being replaced by its natural hue.
Touya Todoroki stared back at the man he had become. A look of disgust over his face as the ghost gazed at Dabi, his lips moving but no words coming out. As if crying out for help, the boy’s eyes brimming with fright as he gazed at what was his future, the person who had buried him deep within the shell of a sociopath. Touya’s face only holding resentment towards the villain staring back at him.
Dabi’s lip trembled, his body quaking at the sight of who he once was flashed across the mirror. The evident look of shame and horror that was plastered over Toyua’s face made Dabi crawl in his own skin. Touya could have looked after you. Touya would never have hurt you. But Touya was gone, buried and incased in what was now Dabi.
A growl ripped through his lungs. His fist flying out in his rage and connecting with the glass sending fragments of the delicate surface flying through the air, the image of Touya’s face was shattered by spiderweb like lines that cracked over the mirror. The sound like a million bells in his head as each glistening shard fell to the floor and slid along the tiles, the fragments of mirror like diamonds around his feet as they softly reflected the light off his flames.
Bits of glass stuck out from the knuckles of his hand that had gone through the mirror, small spots of blood appearing on his hand and falling to the floor, he only wiped it on the side of his jeans not caring if the black fabric was ruined.
Dabi stood, head bowed, as his eyes met the scattered shards of shattered glass. His disfigured face now only looking back in segments, his eyes quivering with more fresh tears and the flames eventually dissipated from his clothing and body leaving him alone in the pitch black. His reflection now concealed in a blanket of darkness which he was grateful for.
He pressed his burning eyes closed only allowing a few more salty beads to trace down the sides of his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. Pulling out a single white cigarette from its packaging he placed it between his lips, letting it hand loosely as he raised a pinkie and let the flames shoot out the end. Only the fire didn’t move as erratically, instead it moved in a soft wave, defeated almost.
Raising his pinkie to the end of his cigarette and lighting the end he deeply inhaled. The smoke filling his lungs and his eyes closed once again as he felt the nicotine kick in, his demeanour becoming the calm and collected type it had been before he let his emotions get to him.
Shoving a hand into his pocket he leaned into a wall next to the sink, letting his body slowly fall to the floor so he was crouching above the sea of glass that crunched under his heavy boots. He hung his head between his arms that rested on his calfs, taking steady drags from the cancer stick he held in between his fingers. Occasionally giving the cigarette a little flick to let ash fall to the floor. He exhale, a billow if grey smoke swirling from his lips and he watched it momentarily, his heart that had once hammered uncontrollably in his chest slowly calming down.
“I hurt you princess.” he mumbled taking a another drag, his once again hooded eyes sill glistening with bushes tears that would never be allowed to fall “I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it.”
There was no answer and Dabi scoffed at his own stupidity for thinking he might hear your voice. He inhaled again, allowing the bitter taste of the tobacco and nicotine to enter his blood stream, the blacked out bathroom growing thick with foggy cigarette smoke that would undoubtedly cling to Dabi’s clothes. He didn’t bother with caring. It felt at this point like it was physically impossible to open himself to ever caring about anything ever again. It was a mistake he had failed to label when he had met you.
He didn’t feel another tear roll down his cheek but he knew he was crying. He used to recognise himself. Whenever he looked in a mirror who knew with absolute confidence who he was. He was Dabi. But Touya had clawed himself to the surface for a second and now he was beginning to feel the hole grow bigger, for a single moment he had given into Touya and now he was debating his entire identity. You helped him realise who he was, sometimes he would be Dabi and sometimes he would be Touya, there was never a cross between the two but now, now he didn’t know which one he wanted to be. Even if he chose to be wholly Dabi he knew that Touya would always be there, scratching away and begging to be released. If he couldn’t have you then he didn’t want any part of Touya left within him, but if he got rid of Touya completely then he knew he would never open himself back up should you want him back.
“What are you doing to me (y/n)?” he moaned into his hands as he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, the cigarette between his lips and fingers tracing the cool metal that lined under his eyes like permanent bags.
Once again there was no answer. He sniffed slightly as he ran a hand under his pointed nose, the piercings scratching against his skin as he wiped the tear streaks from his face. He reached up to run a hand through his tufts of wild ebony hair, the amount of dye used having made it coarse and slightly brittle. You had always told him his hair was soft to the touch, he could still feel your fingers running through his locks as you lay beside him in bed, your long nails scratching soothing circles into his scalp.
Dabi released a hum as he leant his head back into the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, a dull ache rising in his calf’s from squatting over the floor. Exhaling one last plume of smoke before putting the butt of the cigarette out againt the floor, it made a hiss as he twisted it into the tiles watching as the last few embers died in the darkness.
It was quiet once again and Dabi felt his tired mind begin to grow heavy with exhaustion. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept, he knew he had gotten some sleep but it wasn’t enough to keep him going by any means. He didn’t give a shit if he fell asleep in the disgusting excuse for a bathroom or on the blood stained mattress he had been crashing on while the league tried to find a new base. In all truth he only wanted you. To bury his nose in your lucious locks of long hair and inhale the shampoo you usually used, to pull your athletic body into his own as he pressed kisses against your neck. But he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve any of that and only now did he realise how much he had ruined things.
It was his fault.
His pent up anger now having been shed meant that he was back to the dry witted and bored self that everyone saw him to be. His heart now taking steady beats in his chest and his breathing having evened our, allowing him to think clearly. His moment of insanity having passed.
Sighing he stood up and pulled his burner phone out of his pocket, the screen illuminating the bathroom in a blue light that made his eyes sting slightly.
Unlocking the device he pressed a calloused thumb againt the cool screen and opened the message icon. The phone springing open with his contacts, which admittedly was not many, he didn’t have a lot of friends because most people he interacted with were usually dead by the end of it. His eyes found your number and before he could stop himself he pressed the call button, the small vibrations from the dial tone echoed in the bathroom as he waited patiently for you to answer.
He knew his number would come up as unrecognized on your phone, his amount of burners meant he could never have just one number to call his own. He had learnt to memorise your mobile number so he could input it into any new phone he got. So whether or not you answered wasn’t going to based if you saw his name flash across your screen or not, because there wouldn’t be a name to see, just zeros and sevens with a few other numbers thrown in.
His heart almost lurched out of his chest when he watched the call be accepted.
“Hello?” your voice said through the microphone.
Dabi’s mouth grew dry and he swallowed a lump in his throat, his Adam’s apple quivering in his throat before opening his lips to answer. He didn’t know he was calling you, maybe to apologise? Maybe to try and convince you to come back. Or maybe just to hear and voice and know that you were ok. Whatever the reason he had done it and now he had no clue as to where to go with whatever was on his mind, or how to put it into words.
“Hello, who is this?” you asked again and he picked up the irritation in your voice which caused him to smirk, his confidence returning.
“Hey princess, it’s me.”
He had expected you to hang up. If anything else he had expected you to yell at him first and then hang up, but you didn’t.
“Dabi?”
His heart lifted in his chest at his name being uttered. You didn’t sound surprised and he noticed the slight lilt in your voice that meant you were curious. You didn’t sound the least but frightened or scared. If he knew you like he thought he did, then you sounded mkre enticed at his call then annoyed.
“Yeah, it’s me.” he replied and he heard your breath hitching in the other side of the line.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m talking to you on the phone dollface.” he teased and he swore he could hear you roll your eyes and it made him smirk.
“If you’re calling to apologise...”
“This isn’t an apology.”
“No. I didn’t think so. You’re not mature enough.” you sigh and he can imagine you sat on your sofa with a mug of tea, running a hand through your thick hair from slight anxiety “I’m still not ready to talk to you.”
“You’re talking to me now.” he pointed out.
“Goodbye Dabi...”
“No shit, (y/n) wait!” he called desperately into the phone almost cringing at how pathetic he sounded but if it meant he could stay on the line with you a little longer then he didn’t care.
“What is it?”
His mouth grew dry again and he ran his tongue over his lips hoping to ease the tight stretch that came from the peeling skin. His jaw clenching as he tried to push away the snakes that coiled around his stomach, his chest growing tight as he thought of what to say, once again lost for words.
“I-I just wanted to check up on you. See how you were holding up.”
He instantly knew that he already ruined whatever could have happened in his favour. His bad choice of words only hitting him once they had fallen from his lips. He pressed his eyes closed and slammed a fist into his forehead at his own stupidity.
“How I’m holding up? Dabi my boyfriend severely burned me. That’s not something you just get over.” you say and he can hear the edge in your voice that tells him your on the verge of tears.
He had already had the displeasure of seeing you cry after he burned you, he didn’t want to hear it over a phone either.
“Look I’m sorry ok, shit. I-I fucked up ok.” he whispered, his voice audibly cracking and you felt your heart clench at how broken he sounded.
“I thought this wasn’t an apology.”
“It’s not I just...it’s the least you deserve I know but please, tell me you still love me. Even after what I did. Tell me I’m not a monster.” his voice was barely even a whisper at this point, it was so defeated and empty that if you could you would reach through the screen to hold him.
Of course you still loved him. You had just been so terrified that the only reasonable thing to do was to leave, let whatever had happened simmer down and maybe rekindle your relationship later.
You glanced down at the skin on your arm where he had grabbed you. The skin would never heal and it deeply resembled Dabi’s own scars, a hideous purple with dry and cracked skin that bled every time you scratched around the area or brushed againt something. The blistering had gone down but it would always be with you, like a birthmark but with a much sadder story. Dabi had burned you before but those always healed and you had barely noticed them much. But this. This burn was done by his hatred, it wasn’t left from a slip up during sex, it was left by his anger and that had terrified you. That he would lay a hand on you when he lost control made you realise that maybe it wouldn’t be the first time.
You inhaled deeply from your position on the sofa, a cup of tea on the coffee table and your hand running through your hair.
“I never stopped loving you Dabi.”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
“So why’d you leave me doll?”
“I was just scared.” you answered feeling your eyes begin to sting with tears and your throat burn as you contiekd to speak “I didn’t feel safe around you.”
“I never meant...”
“I know. I know you didn’t.” you cut him off, reaching a hand up to run under eyes to catch tears that threaten to fall.
He had been crying. You could hear it in his voice, the way his deep monotonous lull seemed to be thicker with a sort of rough edge told you that he had been shedding his own tears. It must have been building up for the last week, brimming like a cup filled with boiling water until the glass shattered and his emotions came out. The thought of him crying made your heart break in your chest. Dabi was one of the strongest people you knew, for him to cry was almost unheard of. Almost.
“Do you really think I’m a monster (y/n)?”
“No Dabi.” you answer softly, pulling your legs closer into your chest from your position on the sofa “I don’t think you’re a monster. I was just angry with you. I was in pain. You hurt me...”
“I know I’m sorry...”
“You hurt me but that doesn’t make you a monster. You’ve been crying, I can tell. Dabi, if you were a monster, then you wouldn’t cry over hurting someone you love.”
Dabi felt his heart almost crumble in chest from relief. So you didn’t think he was the bad guy. He was still the prince and you the princess, this story was going his it should and the monster of said story was vanquished. He didn’t want to say anything else on the matter.
“How’d you know I’ve been crying?” he asks and a smile spreads across his face when he hears you laugh. It’s a half hearted laugh and it’s not the happiest sound in the world, but it’s still a laugh and it was yours.
“Call it my girlfriend intuition.”
“You’re still my girlfriend then doll?” he asked.
“You’re too pretty to just throw away.” you hummed and he gave out a throaty chuckle, but your tone soon became serious again once the laughter died down “if you’ve been crying I’m assuming there was some property damage. Are you ok?”
Dabi glanced around the bathroom he stood in, a sliver of moonlight peaking out through the broken blinds that lined the window and his eyes scanned over the mess of broken glass surrounding his feet.
“Nothing major. I’d be better if I got to see you again though princess.”
You hummed with satisfaction at his words.
“I promise you (y/n). I’ll kill myself before I ever hurt you again.”
“Please don’t kill yourself, I like having you alive.”
“If it means you won’t get hurt I’ll do anything. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” his voice is sincere and you feel yourself drown in it “Come home princess.”
You sighed, pulling the roots of your hair as his words dragged through your heart.
You had heard so many stories about people going back to their partners who had hurt them. It usually resulted in them getting hurt again and you had never understood why they went back in the first place. Now you knew. If they loved their partner this much, the way you loved Dabi, then there couldn’t have been any question in their minds when they chose to go back to the one who had hurt them.
You would be no different.
“Ok.” you whisper through the phone “I’ll come home.”
“Doll you have no idea how hap-“
“But Dabi.”
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t hurt me again.”
The pang in his chest almost made him double over, but he could always play off anything he felt but your voice that usually was so strong now came out in a quiet whisper, a slight tremor to it that made his heart weigh in his chest. You sounded like a frightened school girl beginning her bullies to stop licking on her and it broke his heart because he made you feel that way. He swallowed heavily and pressed his tired eyes closed as he let Touya take the reins just for a second, Dabi had no place in this conversation anymore.
“No ones going to hurt you ever again (y/n). I love you.”
He heard you hum in slight happiness at his words.
“I’ll be home by tomorrow. I love you.”
He heard the line go dead after the familiar sound of the phone being hung up and a smile worked its way into his lips before he opened the bathroom door, leaving the blood and broken glass on the floor.
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you ever read a fic and it like pains you physically. LIKE YOUR HEART THROBS AND YOUR HANDS OR LEGS KINDA TINGLE IN PAIN OR IS THAT JUST ME. but fucking hell I read this fic and the full blown emotions exhibited in his turmoil just makes me so sad. like thank god it had a happy ending... I can’t handle angst with only a bad ending even if it’s realistic I wouldn’t be able to get through the day x_x. BUT THIS WAS ALSO REALLY GOOD I LIKE HOW READER IS HESITANT AND NOT FULL BLOWN LIKE ITS OK I LOVE U AND RAINBOWS AND HAPPINESS. ahhhhhhh lots of realistic emotion and the touya/dabi part is like the perfect icing on top. The parallels between the two make me so fucking sad. BUT THEN THERES ALSO READER GOING THROUGH IT AND THAT LAST LINE OF “ Don’t hurt me again “ GOD IM FUCKING SAD. Yet dabi saves the day in his last line and I’m not only soft im less in pain LMAO. AHHHH IT WAS GOOD. ITS LIKE A GUILTY PLEASURE TO READ ANGST. THIS WAS SUCH GOOD ANGST TOO. THE BATHROOM SCENE BETWEEN BREAKING THE GLASS AND BURNING THE PHOTO PULLS MY HEART STRINGS FUCK. I don’t need a heart 😔😔 throw it at my fictional characters. thank you for this fic the experience was phenomenal gosh. That princess/prince parallel I fucking ate it up. ATE THAT SHIT UP NO CRUMBS IDC IF SOMEONE ELSE DISLIKES IT IM SOFT AND IM INTO IT FUCK. ok ty have a nice day.
(Un)welcome Distraction
ft: ejp raijin! suna rintarou x fem! reader x matsukawa issei
tw/cw: poly relationships, pussy slapping, squirting, dumbification, dacryphilia, flashbacks, overstimulation, mattsun needing a new phone, male masturbation, dildos.
a/n: this is the most self indulgent shit I’ve ever written. I am infinitely proud of it. inspired by @daddyisseiandb ‘s gifs of my poly ship. unedited.
what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. ??????? THIS PAIRING I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE AGAINST THE WALL. ITS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED DESPITE NOT KNOWING ID WANT IT. I love these characters alone and you put them together pls I’m gonna be dehydrated by the amount of happy tears I shed. PLS I LOVED EVERY BIT OF THIS. like needy/whiny reader already gets me going right right and then just the idea of like getting railed til you’re fucking passed out is also a plus. BUT THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN ISSEI AND SUNA TALKING MADE ME FIZZLE AWAY. I CAN ONLY THINK WITH MY PUSSY NOW GOD DAMN IT. pls my favorite part was “ ‘You know how she gets,’ Suna tuts. ‘Why would you have the phone that close.’ “ and he’s like pft I made her cum harder before. I giggled it was funny. ESPECIALLY THE FUCKING PART WHERE ISSEI IS LIKE I GOT CUM IN MY SPEAKER PLS IM DYING.... do you think rice would fix that LOLOLOL. it’s not fair I wanna be in a relarionship with suna and issei LMAO. gosh I wish I found your blog sooner I really enjoyed this piece ! Ima binge more of your work when it’s not like 4 a.m. (´ཀ`」 ∠). I might as well be a water fountain by how wet this made me ... ( jkjkjk it’s an exaggeration of how much I liked it pls I’m not weird I swear). I cant believe a writer this good follows me ... I’ve been living under a rock thank you for blessing me with your presence ok ty kiss kiss goodnight.
thirsting for cockwarming kirishima during movie night with the Boys™️. wearing a cute little skirt and having a blanket over your lap to hide the way his thick cock is resting snug in your pussy ♡ Kirishima just grinning and hugging you close, kissing your cheek whenever you try to squirm and grind against him. Smirking whenever Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes because of course *he's* the only one that realizes what's going on
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck— ROONI THIS IS BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU OH MY GOOOOOD
warning(s): voyeurism, cock warming, slight edging, the tiniest amount of degradation (it’s literally one line of dialogue)
sometimes voyeruism is a hit or miss for me but this one just mph hits all the spots. ALSO BANTER I love banter it’s my favorite thing. Bakugo teasing reader and kirishima bc he’s not dense gives me happiness. ITS FUCKING GOOD I EAT THIS SHIT UP IDC. and the ending pls you already punched the air out of my lungs from how much I like this and the fucking last quote from bakugo is just the cherry on top. HINTED THREESOME ???? geez my imagination will run wild. Hii have a nice night I liked yourwriting/post very much. I’m new to your blog and I look forward to more of your content (♡°▽°♡)
obedience. ✗ fushiguro megumi.
megumi has trained you to be the perfect puppy.
this is my little fic for Jj Plays Cupid, a Valentine’s Day collab hosted by the lovely @prettysetterbaby. enjoy!
content warning: 18+ content including strong dom/sub dynamics, pet/puppy play, tail (anal) plug, heavy praise, condescension, spanking (just once), use of puppy, use of puppycunt, use of master, drool, breeding.
“You’re so cute, puppy.”
Megumi coos. His coarse hand smooths down your back, tracing over your spine with his fingers before they wrap around the fully tail nestled between the soft cheeks of your ass. Suddenly, he tugs.
A whimper rips from your throat. Your hands claw at the floor beneath you like a true animal. Like the helpless puppy you’re meant to be. You throw your head to the side, looking over your shoulder. Hot tears are already settling at your lash line as you share a glance with Megumi.
He smirks, just barely, while he leans over you, drawing his face closer to yours and nuzzling into your skin. His lips brush over your cheekbone as he speaks, “With your tail, and your little ears.”
Your own ears, not the pair adorned in faux fur sitting on the top of you head, perk up at the praise.
You can feel him sitting up on his knees again as you rest your head on the surface beneath you once more, pouting. His hard cock presses against the back of your thigh, rubbing against you through the material of his pants. You hear him groan behind you. So naturally, you wiggle your hips.
Megumi watches your tail sway with your movements. Before he lifts it, and reveals your glistening cunt to himself. Drooling with arousal and the same need thats clouding over your brain, heightening your senses.
I’m sobbing pt 2. Never thought the word puppycunt would be the one to do me in but ... I’m not upset about it. AHHH 1) it’s cute 2) I find it very hot 😔😔 I have no regrets or shame I enjoy it fully. PUPPY READER IS ALSO ANOTHER FAVORITE OF MINE. I’m both happy and very satisfied. A very nice present after how much school has been kicking my ass l m a o. BUT CLOUD ITS SO GOOD AHHHH. Your writing is erotic as always and I sit here in discomfort+pleasure over how much I’m eating this up. Yum thanks for the food cutie. GOSH ITS SO GOOD IDC IDC IDC ITS CUTE IMA ALSJKSLALDK.
Tsumu corruption kink kicks out once he finds out that his lil babygirl is a shy virgin
content warning: 18+ content including an implied age gap, car sex, loss of virginity, corruption, size kink.
hmmm...
imagine being MSBYs little manager that atsumu is just so eager to find out everything about. always cornering you and subjecting you to his knee buckling charms until you have no choice but to go out on a proper date with him!
it’s just that you didn’t think you’d end up crammed into the back of his luxury car, rutting your hips and humping his lap like a needy thing in heat. you’ve never felt like this. you’re clouded over with lust, so much so that you’ve nearly forgotten about your inexperience entirely. it’s visible in your lacquered eyes, in your clumsy movements.
all atsumu can do is watch and grin as you fumble with his belt because he knows. you’re bound to fold, and when you do, you slump against his chest with a pout. you mumble to him so sweetly, “i’ve never— never done this before, ‘tsumu.”
he can’t take it. how precious you are, how you need ‘n crave so much guidance. his guidance.
ima sob. Corruption kink makes my brain fuzzy. My favorite part is “you’re bound to fold, and when you do, you slump against his chest with a pout. “ OAJDOALS IDK WHY ITS SO CUTE AND HES SO FUCKING COCKY FOR WHAT GOD DAMN IT. 😔😔 I wanna get railed by atsumu and have him praise me. Fuck fuck it’s not fair AHHH. hi cloud I ❤️ u. I hope you’re well. I really like this thirst it’s super cute and hot and it makes me lose any coherent thought I had. ( •૩•) ok bye ily have a nice day
CRYBABY.
pairing. suna rintarou x f!reader
warnings. takes in place in their 3rd year, bully!suna(?), noncon-ish/dubcon, virginity loss, degradation, slight dacryphilia, fingering, squirting, unprotected penetration, tad bit of hair-pulling, publicish sex
wc. 1.4k
a/n. …. ya anyways plz read the warnings!!! and and let me know if i missed anything dfkja also i like the ending idk why looool
It was a common occurrence. You coming home in tears, you mean.
Everyone didn’t know the Suna Rintarou you knew. To them, he was the one of the friends of the Miya Twins, somewhat quiet, an amazing middle blocker, and a kind person when it came down to it.
You wished you could say the same, after 3 years of his torment, you wished so desperately you would’ve been able to say the same as the others. But to you, he was the bane of your existence.
He humiliated you one too many times. Tripping you, shoving you, calling you degrading names, spilling water all over your top, every time ending up with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
But your third year was different. You don’t know what had occurred after the break, but he changed. He was still mean, yet there were times when he looked at you─︎ you swore his eyes had softened. None of his friends knew this side of Suna though. No one knew it. Except you.
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this fic is my everything x_x. I never realized how much I needed bully!suna in my life and god I love the crybaby reader characterization it’s my favorite thing ever I swear to god. So crybaby + suna ???? BITCH IM DROOLING FUCK. And I know he’s mean and all but the small description like his eyes soften when he looks at you and the “maybe I like you” made me fucking squeal I’m soft. Like if it wasn’t hinted that he has feelings id be like he’s a bitch ( our bitch 😔) but it’s still hot ,however bc he low key has some feels it’s like I’m soft, I love him, and it’s still hot . It’s like when people use to pull on the pigtails or ponytails of the girl they liked to get their attention. Like bullying your crush bc you like them ??? It’s hot when suna does it Idc I take no arguments. I REALLY LIKED THIS YOUR GUYS’ WRITING MAKES MY HEARTBEAT FASTER. THAT MOMENT WHEN MC TELLS HIM TO TOUCH HER AGAIN EVEN THO SHE SAID STOPPED PLS IM FROTHING. like the embarrassment just adds onto it alkdlalskdk. GOD AND THEN IMAGINE IF THEY GOT TOGETHER AFTER GEEZ ID SOB TEARS OF JOY. Thank you for the food. I needed this all my life and I didn’t even know til it appeared. tytytyty millions of thanks for this present that has appeared ugh❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥵🥵. I don’t prefer fics of suna when he ignores the mc but if he bullies them ??? That’s a whole other thing bring it here. praise be your content mwah shine stars and rainbows upon it. I loved it.
Pairing: Kawanishi Taichi/Reader
Warnings: Explicit, Grinding, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Creampie, Swearing, Pet Names, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Taichi is a Tease, Aged-Up Character, University-AU
Word Count: 7.1K
Summary: After life at university gets too busy for you to hang out with Taichi, you find it difficult to fall back into platonic mind frame of viewing your best friend, especially when he invites you over to watch a movie and things become a little heated.
Everything considered, you were a good university student. You turned up to classes with diligence of someone who doesn’t second guess their career choice every other day. You did your assignments with minimal complaining and you poured yourself into whatever study resources your professors deigned to release to the class.
And yet you struggled just like any other university student when the end of the semester comes slamming into your life and upturns your carefully curated daily schedule. This happened every semester, twice a year, and yet you still fail to learn your lesson and have the gall to act shocked at how quickly shit hits the fan as the final week draws closer.
Needless to say, you were exhausted after five assignments due in the span of four days and a handful of upcoming examinations to study for. Staring blankly at the empty word document, you try to force your tired brain to study. A single damn word would suffice at this point. Well familiarised with the signs of burning out, you pressed the palms of your hands into your sore eyes and let out a long groan.
Damn it.
Honestly, with the pace you’ve been going at for the past month, it’s shocking that this hasn’t happened sooner. Nights spent relaxing with your friends, watching movies, or spending the hours talking about bizarre topics were traded in for late hours spent in solitary confinement grinding away on assignments and projects that you couldn’t care less about. But you sure as hell didn’t want to repeat those classes, so here you were slumped in the world’s most stiff chair that made your back ache with red eyes from staring at a screen for hours on end.
Out of all the things you missed once hell month started, amongst sleeping in and having a decent sleep schedule in general, you missed Kawanishi above all those things. He was the first friend you made outside of your course and ended up sticking close together. Just like you, Kawanishi was a diligent student whenever the mood struck him, which you came to find wasn’t very often.
With him being in his final year, you’ve found that he has surprisingly switched his attitude of ‘I’ll do it the night before it’s due’ to ‘I’ll do it now so I can relax later on’. You both admired and envied this sudden switch as you drown in last-minute assignments.
Holding more than platonic feelings for said cinnamon-haired giant didn’t necessarily help missing him either. You’d rather be sitting on his lounge, talking about everything and nothing all at once than edit a dissertation you pulled from your ass.
As if sensing your lack of productivity, your phone lights up with his contact. Picking it up, you answer the call and bring it to your ear.
“Hey. Are you busy tonight?” Kawanishi immediately asks, never one to beat around the bush.
Kawanishi takes your long sigh as an answer. You hear shuffling of paper on the other end as he continues the one-sided conversation. “Cool, ditch that and come watch this new movie that just dropped with me.”
Eyebrows twitching downwards, you narrow your eyes at the half empty word document before you.
“As wonderful as that sounds, I have work to do tonight, Taichi.” You didn’t mention the fact that you were already very close to dropping your work to get another hour of sleep, although his offer was sounded much more tempting.
Kawanishi didn’t take this for an answer, though.
“You’ve been chained to that desk since last week. I bet that you haven’t even seen daylight since I last saw you.” You wince at Kawanishi’s accusation, knowing that he would be able to pick your lie all too easily if you rebuked. He softly sighs into the receiver at your telling silence. “Look, how about we watch one movie, that’s a two hour break and then I’ll leave you alone until exam season is over. How about that?”
You hesitate. The offer sounded amazing, a win for the both of you really. You get to relax and Kawanishi gets to catch up with a friend. And yet there’s still something holding you back.
“Look, I don’t know…” You say unsurely, searching for a valid reason to put this get together off until you sorted out your head. Man, maybe university has fried your mind more than you originally estimated. You were frazzled from just talking to him. This wasn’t good.
“You say that and yet you know you’re going to say yes.” Kawanishi says, completely confident that he knows you inside and out.
The thing is, Kawanishi does know you too well and maybe that’s why you’re hesitating to see him tonight, mind already fried by projects combined with him being able to read you like a book makes for a bad combination of trying to hide behind an amicable façade.
Your eyes drift towards the word count of you next due assignment and you mentally calculate how much longer you’ll have to spend on it before it’s done. The very second that you started rationalising why you deserved a long break you knew the battle was already lost.
Kawanishi the mind reader gather’s what you’re doing and continues his persuasion. “I’m sure you can detach from your screen for two hours tops, a samurai’s promise.”
“Just so I can look at a different screen?” You scoff playfully, completely ignoring the part of him being an honourable samurai when he couldn’t be further from it.
“C’mon, just indulge me. It’s been too long since we last met up, you’ve probably cut off all your hair or something.” While his tone was jovial, the meaning behind his words is sombre. Between his shifts at the local bar, classes and assignments, moments spent together as of late seldom come.
“Alright,” you sigh, saving your work and shutting your laptop. “I’ll be there in thirty.”
“Cool, I’ll start setting it up now then.”
“Do you want me to grab anything on my way over?” You offer while pulling a face at your nearly empty wardrobe. Looks like that dissertation isn’t the only thing that’s overdue. Mentally tallying all the chores that you’ve slipped up on, you nearly miss his response.
“Unless you want to take one for the team and burn down the engineering building, I don’t need anything.” He casually replies, causing you to laugh.
“Sadly, that’s considered illegal and I’m sorry Taichi, but I don’t like you enough to go to prison for you.” You joke back, sifting through your clothes for something comfortable to wear that isn’t riddled with holes or a mysterious stain.
A tinny laugh rings out from the speaker and you can feel your heart complete an Olympics-level gymnastics routine in your chest.
“That’s a damn shame. And here I thought you love me enough to do twenty to life for me. I’d be the best outside friend too, I’d give you escape tools baked into a cake and all.”
You drily laugh. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” You say, pulling out a pair of comfortable but nice-looking pair of pants with a quiet whoop of victory.
“Ok, I’ll be waiting. Just knock when you get here.” And with that the call ends.
Quickly pulling on the scavenged clothes, you leave to swing by the nearest konbini and end up spending more time trying to pick out snacks then you did with your outfit. After several minutes of searching for salted caramel flavoured chocolate that Kawanishi loved, you checked out a few dollars poorer and set off to his place that thankfully wasn’t too far from where you were.
As you walk over, you drown out the niggling thought of your excitement being much more than solely hanging out with a friend by humming a catchy song to yourself.
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This was super cute aaa my heart ; _ ;. The banter is adorable and I feel the same way about school. I’m suppose to be studying because I’m a chapter behind but yay for fanfic >:)))). I REALLY LIKED THIS ! Your writing flows really well and I enjoyed how well written this is. Both during the sex and after the banter was just so good 10/10 very entertaining. I think my favorite part was right when the mc grinded on taichi lmfao ahh yes build up 🎊 tension 🎉. Thank you for such a delicious fic ; _ ; your content is mwah amazing. I also read the wolf semi x witch reader and I also really liked that one. AHHH YOURE JUST SO GOOD I SOB. Okokok I give you 100000/10 kisses for all your fics. I begin to binge your entire blog now. Have an amazing day and I love you + your writing. Take care of yourself >:))
sharing beds like little kids
(SPOILERS, 18+)
Pairings: Hawks | Takami Keigo x Reader, a little bit of Dabi x Reader
Summary: And you, poor thing, singing a song no one understands, future-touched, future-burned. Fate’s poor child. The pain of your cup is already poured. You know it all at once.
As a child, the Hero Commission plucks you from your home because of the potential in your Quirk, where you meet Keigo and Touya.
(Childhood friends to lovers. A lot of angst. Some hurt/comfort. Spoilers.)
Warnings: Angst, smut, unhealthy relationships, dependent relationships, some violence, virgin reader, loss of virginity, electroshock therapy, the reader gets her mind scrambled
If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this!
A/N: hello! this is my first fic for the bnha fandom!! it is very very angsty! i promise i have other happier/more fun/sexier ideas that i’m working on/will work on but this is the one that wouldn’t leave my head! it’s also somewhat experimental for me! so i would really love any feedback!! i’ve been writing fanfic for awhile, just in other fandoms, so i’m new to this one and would love to make some friends, too!! pls don’t be shy!
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You’re six when you’re swept up from the dilapidated house that you’d been born into. You screamed and cried for your mom as unfamiliar hands brought you somewhere new and sleek and modern. No holes in the wall. No clawing in the floorboards, no scuttering in the wainscotting. No rust or creaks. It’s all so pristine.
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Hi I found you off AO3! I finished reading this fic and I wanna sob and tear my heart out ... in like the most positive way for you LMAO. This fic was so good ; _ ; I haven’t been active on tumblr bc 🎊life. But after I finished reading this fic I wanted to scream my heart out and share it with everyone. UGH MY HEART HURTS BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD AS WEIRD AS THAT SOUNDS. You wrote this beautifully and the way you structure your sentences is fucking amazing. Your descriptions of the characters turmoil fucking wrecked me. How you describe the present, future, and past blending into one and how no one was able to understand what the reader was saying. Like the helplessness of the inevitable and how despite knowing it all the mc couldn’t prevent any of it? AND THAT ENDING???? Bitch I wanna sob so bad I fucking teared up. This was written beautifully I can’t stress this enough????? Like I’m surprised it doesn’t have thousands of likes. Like I hate that it hurts so much and that I like having my heart crushed but I’m so glad I found this fic I’ve reread it like 3 times already because you really pulled a bunch of emotions out of me. aaaaaa how do I even explain how fucking sad I am but so satisfied at the same time. AND THE FACT THAT BOTH OF THEM KEPT PROMISING MC THAT THEY WOULDNT DO ____ BUT SHE KNEW THAT ITS A LIE BC SHE KNOWS THE FUTURE I just AKSKSLSLSL. I’m gushing too much. But ok Ok ok I wanna say that there were so many quotes in there that fucking hurt my heart btw ( but like I love the quotes) like “ I loved you, I love you, I will love you forever, “ and “Watch your wings. You’re flying too close– too close, you’re going to get burned.” They might now be like mundane in the tense to others but when I read it my heart hurt ; _ ; wahhh the fic was so good. Mainly bc throughout this fic you used these different tenses in order to show the inevitable but you wrote it in such a poetic way that really just fucking ripped the air out of my lungs. And that moment where shigaraki mentioned her as forgotten I’m just in pain. Your writing was beautiful and this was such a joy to read ugh. Everything ties together so well and by the end I’m just left with suffering ( but like in a good way). The fact that we already know what happens in the manga makes the visions even more ... pain ... ladjklajjddkaksj. I loved this fic and I love your writing. Ugh i want more i don’t like reading angst but I’d read it if it’s from you. >_< i wish this fic would have a happy ending but life aint like that waaaaa. And damn idc what fandom you write for id read anything you write after this masterpiece. Ok thank you I gushed too much. I look forward to more of your work ! The fic concept was super interesting. Idk if there’s more like it but it’s the first time I ever saw this kinda concept you’re too good aaa. I give you my heart and puthy ty ❤️
the fact that im not someone’s cute lil housewife who’s only responsibilities are cooking and being bred every night is so upsetting
THE AUDACITY THAT I KNOW SOMEONE OUT THERE IS LIVING MY DREAM OF BEING A CUTE LIL HOUSEWIFE >:0 how do I achieve this lifestyle *pain*
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eijirō kirishima x f!reader x denki kaminari
kirishima and Kaminari are tasked with babysitting their sweet little friend, poor girl was dragged to this corrupted house party, unaware of just how many dangers lurk within it; drugs, booze, and perverts. Though, what happens when the very people your friends are supposed to keep you away from, end up introducing you to things you would have never thought to consume or experience.
alcohol/marijuana use, dubcon (drunk/intoxicated sex), corruption kink, threesome, creampie, dirty talk, virginity loss, virginity kink, spitroasted, noncon-touching (not involving Kiri or Kami).
YOUR WRITING HAS ME FERAL LITERALLY I HAVE NO BRAIN ANYMORE I CAN ONLY THINK WITH MY PUSSY FUCK. MY PUTHY GOES BRRRRR. FUCK. this fic was so good ; - ; and the beginning where you make the reader player apex with the other boys and kiri goes into protective mode >:((( I’m fucking soft. Like not only was it spicy but it was also very wholesome ???¿¿???¿. UGH I HAVE A THING FOR INNOCENT READERS AND CORRUPTION. HOW DO YOU ALWAYS WRITE MY FAVORITE KINKS TELL ME. I give you my heart I always look forward to your fabulous writing ; - ;. Also I laugh at that part in the end where denki had to lay down after finishing. Pussy put his ass to sleep now he calling me NyQuil. LASJKSLALDH. wahhhh the smut was amazing and the build was fun to read >:000 I enjoyed this fic from beginning to end. I ATE THIS SHIT UP NO CRUMBS LEFT YOU ALWAYS OUT HERE FEEDING US QQQQQ ILY. and that ending with kiri where we wanna go home with them ???? FUCKING SAME I WANNA GO HOME WITH THEM LMAO. ; - ; reader follows them around like a lovesick puppy. Fuck that’s the dream baby. and that part you included where kiri was like there’s still some innocence left to corrupt MY JAW DROPPED BRUH I CANTTTTTTTT. anyways I’m sorry this was just me gushing. I love this fic n you always bring out such good content ; - ; you wrote this only in 2 days ??? That’s crazy it was so good. Thank you for the food. Praise be our lord and savior sauza LMAO
⟼ a little madness
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⇢ pairing: yokai!kuroo/demon!akaashi/human!reader/werewolf!semi
⇢ au: college!au
⇢ summary: you, your friends, and some friends of your friends all get tricked by one tendou satori into visiting an abandoned amusement park for halloween. it turns out it isn’t ghosts you need to worry about, though.
⇥ kinktober masterlist
⇢ warnings: gangbang, noncon to consensual, lots of reluctance, mind break if you squint?, technical temperature play, unprotected sex, creampie, the boys are real gentle in breaking you down
⇢ word count: 11,695
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⇢ a/n: don’t really think noncon is my forte but practice makes perfect. is the pairing self-indulgent? fat yes. does this fic make total sense? not really sure. did i have fun writing it? hell yeah. also big thank you to @ishuzoku for helping me come up with the flyer bc my og id was garbage lmao.
Furrowing your brows, you looked at Tendo with a mix of exasperation and unadulterated dismay.
“An abandoned amusement park. On Halloween?” Kaori asked before you could, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs. “You cannot be serious, Tendo.”
If he was put off by your reactions, he didn’t show it. If anything, he was probably relishing in it, and said, “Yes, yes I am. It’ll be fun. Come on, do you really just wanna get drunk at a boring house party on Halloween?”
You snorted at that, stirring your coffee as you said, “As opposed to getting murdered at an amusement park? That’s like, straight out of a horror movie, Tendo.”
“You guys are so boring,” he whined, slumping forward across the table. Shirabu grumbled under his breath, glaring at Tendo as he nudged his drink closer to Shirabu’s textbook. “Look, it’ll be so cool! Exploring all the abandoned funhouses and imagine how freaky the haunted houses will be! Just think about it, okay?”
The looks everyone exchanged said they had and had already made up their minds, but you nodded anyway, if for no other reason than to appease him.
A moment later, your alarm went off and you bid them goodbye, walking towards the door with Shirabu for your next lecture. You were sure as shit not going to an abandoned anything this weekend.
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how could you just take some of my favorite characters like that and not expect me to combust into flames 😔😔. MAN YOU GOT ME FEELIN SOME TYPA WAY BECAUSE WAH 1) IM SOFT 2) IM FUCKING H-WORD. I love akaashi and Kuroo like akaashi is up there in top 3 but damn semi just does things to me 😔😔. AND HOW YOU KEPT WRITING READER MAKING HER CUDDLE INTO HIM AND HIM BEING POSSESSIVE. GOSH I CANTTTTTTTT IM SOFT. it’s spicy smut but it has me soft. like... I’m jealous I want to cuddle into werewolf semi smh the world is cruel. Like semi baby ... let’s be mates .... I hate it here AHHH. I really liked the build up too ! Thinking about the abandoned village and amusement park gave me chills. I could never omfg I’d dip so fast. You couldn’t pay me to go into those scary places. Also I don’t know why but when you compared akaashis dick to a glass dildo I fucked laughed so hard. LMAO IDK WHY BUT IT SOUNDS SO FUNNY TO ME. 😔😔😔what id give to be theirs qqqqqqq. I liked your fic a lot :00. I think it was very well written and I enjoyed the contents yum. >:))) youre 10/10 ily ok this was long have a nice day and stay happy + healthy huehuehue
but my lungs feel so small | chapter three
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pairing: oikawa tooru x reader
themes and warnings: medieval, royalty au, enemies to friends to lovers, action/adventure, warfic, major character death, violence, blood, eventual smut
word count: 5.2k+
summary: The tidings of war come on the wings of a raven.
; _ ; this series is so good. There’s only three chapters out and I’m about to go and read the 4th chapter but oh my god this fic is so interesting. THERES SO MANY EMOTIONS I EVEN CRIED IM FUCKING SOFT. ugh the beginning where reader was running away with oikawa made me alsjjaldjhlls and then she had to see iwa IMA SOB. I really like how you do your world building because the way you describe your characters and what they’ve seen or remember is written very well. sometimes I have to skip over descriptions and parts of the story or even just reread it when I get bored bc my attention span is the size of a peanut but I really enjoyed your writing. It caught my attention 100% of the time. UGH and the readers turmoil between her and oikawa makes me >:(((( like you write it so well to the point that I’m feeling it and I’m the one frustrated LMAO. Especially that boat scene and oikawa was still being rudealdjkalald I wanted to be the one to toss him off the railing smh. But anyways ; _ ; your fic is one of my favorites I look forward to and I love it and I’m soft. It’s like one of those amazing fics you find Thats a fucking a diamond and now I can’t let go of it. Ok thanks ily bye bye have a nice day ; _ ;
SPOILERS: I’m screaming and crying from every updated chapter.
This is how I feel at every character. I love all of them and they’re precious 😔😔. I’m soft
hiss hiss fall in love
pairing: naga!daishou suguru x reader
word count: 6.3k
a/n: y’all are really getting the full range of my writing, huh. first the cursed fic, then the babie one, and now… this. fun fact- i almost ended this by rick rolling u but i didn’t,,, it was a real close call tho asdhakjldf this is a part of the haikyuu headquarters collab event! check out the masterlist for other spicy spicy fantasy secks- much love to my fellow writers and artists who listened to me talk about this piece for literal hours!
the biggest thank u ever to my lovely betas @deathcab4daddy @soft-for-shoyo and @kouteru i love u all beyond words
description: You’re walking in the woods. There’s no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him- shia labeouf Daishou Suguru. He’s following you, about 30 feet back. He slithers on his belly and breaks into a sprint. He’s gaining on you-! Daishou Suguru.
cw/tw: monsterfucking (daishou is half-man/half-snake), mindbreak, noncon to dubcon, light breeding kink, dumbification, manipulation, drugging, slight hypnotism/trancing, double/triple penetration, tail fucking, light size kink, master/pet dynamic, womb fucking, light mentions of blood, light predator/prey dynamics, light mentions of e g g, lune yadda-yaddas magical illusions, daishou has a forked tongue and fangs and i think that’s super sexc of him, anal sex, vaginal sex additional note: there is a short aftercare drabble that i have written for this piece. i will ink it at the end- a part 2, if you will. if you choose to read it, then the content of this fic could be considered consensual non-consent.
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as always, if u are under 18, please go away or i will cry and that is a threat 😌
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this month has given me a handful of naga fics and it makes me so happy ; _ ;. LUNE THIS WAS SO GOOD ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NAGA FICS NOW. it’s one of those fics where you have to come back and reread constantly (＾▽＾). the way you described the profession of readers mind break and how they finally ended up submitting made me speechless. AND I WASNT EVEN EXPECTING THAT TO HAPPEN AHHHHHHH. LIKE DAMN THEY WERE HELLA ADAMANT ABOUT NEVER SUBMITTING AND THEN YOU REALLY HIT US WITH THE “ DAISHOU HELP ME “ BRUH AKSJSKWK. my jaw was dropped. I’ll cry I’ll do it swear ( but like tears of joy). the 2 pps were too much for my soft maiden heart ( jkjkjk). I really enjoyed this fic thank you for the amazing content >:000000 soft pliable readers make me soft along with that after care you posted. What a memorable fic (´ ε ` )♡
Beast & The Harlot - Mafia! Eijirou Kirishima
A/N: Welcome to self-indulgence land because I did not know how badly I wanted this fic until it a prompt was put in for the event. Now…onto things I will not be apologizing for: the fact that my Mafia Kiri is indeed not only covered in tats but has his natural black hair (how I see him is the lovely art in this tweet all credit to the artist, obvi, but hnnnng.) and also the twist in this because I am but a simple slut who wants her husbandos to fight over her. >:3 I hope you enjoy the ending as much as I do.
pikapikabishes said:
Ooo for the event (if its not too late) what about a smut with Mafia AU Kirishima x fem reader with size kink and breeding kink! Dont matter how they ended up in the sheets, I’ll read no matter what 😍 (that example you posted has me thinking of badass mafia Kiri with tats on his delicious biceps/huge arms and all the things he’d be doin 😳)
Trust me, darling, I secretly hoped in using that as my example that someone would indeed ask me for this.
Title and Music Inspo: “Beast and the Harlot” by Avenged Sevenfold; “Lights Go Out” by Fozzy. <3
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: 18+ content, if you are not 18, do not interact! SMUT. Breeding kink, size kink, a smidgen of knife play and implied cheating. Plus the usual suspects: oral sex (giving), facefucking/deepthroating? (idk y’all, its slow and sloppy) dirty talk and roughish sex?
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You had a singular goal in mind the second you set foot in the dimly lit, packed nightclub; eyes scanning as you moved through the sea of people for your intended target. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to find him, but it was easy enough to find the stepping stone that would lead you to what you wanted most. All it took was a few bats of your eyelashes and sultry smile to make the man standing guard over the VIP area to let you in, to make him believe you were just another floozy looking to spend some time with the smirking blonde sitting there with some girl draped over his lap. His brow cocking as you strolled up to him, his ruby gaze following the sway of your hips and how it made the skirt you donned flutter as you smiled coyly at him.
“You lost, Princess, or just lookin’ for a good time?” He asked, smirk growing as you idly twirled a strand around your finger as your own eyes raked over him.
“I’m looking for the big man. Wanna help a girl out and point me in his direction?” You shot back, striding ever closer as he scoffed and pointed to himself.
“You’re lookin’ at him, Princess. Now whadya want with me, business or pleasure?” He replied, brows furrowing as you rested your hands either side of his seat and leaned in to let your lips brush his ear, much to the displeasure of the girl on his lap.
“Nice try, Bakugou,” You murmured sweetly, teeth just barely grazing his lobe as his lips curled into a scowl, “might work on the bimbos and goons, Lieutenant, but I’m here for the boss.”
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YOU FUCKING DIDNT THE WAY MY HEART STOPPED AT THE END >:00. damn our bitchass got balls huh ... like karma really won’t fuck our shit up unless that’s what we wanted ... >_>... you really put my two favorite red heads together and killed me. I’m deceased. Gone. Goodbye world. BUT AHHH this fic was N I C E. this entire time I thought reader was still a hit man and that somehow the ending would be angsty but thank god it wasn’t. my expectations were surpassed and the ending made me aksjsaksjdj. great work ; - ;
