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announcement!

i’ve moved over to >> https://katsufictie.tumblr.com/  @katsufictie

i’m working on moving my fics over there now and hope to see you guys there too :) 

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hello i am back

here on tumblr with my tail between my legs 

i have been gone for so long and real life is a lot and i feel like my creative fire has been squashed out but i’ve got a free evening and i want to write. 

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bless me o annie with these thy gifts that I have received

thy word is powerful

thy brain is legendary

a(2d)men

Deliverance » Bakugou Katsuki

wordcount: 2.0k

warnings: nsfw, noncon, sacrilegious, exorcism, desecration of holy objects, character death, language

Deliver me and forgive me for my sins.

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WEESE, my talented friend, this was so, so good. You once again have enthralled me in a story with your ability to create conflict and build character and dare I say cause TENSION hehehehehe 

if you follow me then you probably already follow weese but if you don’t then go follow weese bc she is the best of the damn best

Tension 2 | Matsukawa Issei X Reader (Haikyuu)

Warnings: 18+, College Au, Angst, Makin’ Out

yeah ok i know i have other things to write but inspo hit leave me aloneeee

It’s easier than you think to ignore him: turn up right on time for classes, leave a bit early, avoid tutoring sessions, eat at home.

Forgetting him is harder.

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Player Vs Player | Nishinoya Yuu X Reader (Haikyuu)

Warnings: Masterbation, Voyeurism, Manipulation

Let me preface this with: I know nothing about boats.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, I’d like to dedicate this fic to @theygottheircages for making me want to lewd Noya! Also huge thanks to @bokutobabie for screeching about this with me! ♡︎

It’s not exactly the rejection that gets under his skin, because he half expects it.

It’s the way your eyes give him the once-over, the way your chin tilts ever-so-slightly upwards and you look down your nose at him. It’s the way your brows tent upwards, and the way your glossy pout turns into a bit of a snarl.

The way you sigh a clipped, “No, thank you.” and correct your smile, turn on your heel and head back down the dock.

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ANUUUUUUU this is pure gold

congrats on 6k you absolute fiend. now tell me what you hate about ME - I'm just kidding, tell me what you hate about oikawa. all my love forever and ever, gorge.

what i hate about: gorge oikawa tooru

× GOD!!! you sure picked a good one, my friend, dear lord

× “tee hee!” “yahoo!” my blood just boils

× when he sticks that unwashed tongue out, put that shit back inside your mouth it STINKS

× his flat ass, i.. i do not trust him

× another one that thinks they’re god’s gift. like, sit down!! wait, no, he can’t. he has nothing to sit on. flat ass havin’ ass.

× seriously though.. how do you play volleyball and not have any ass at all? have you seen a volleyball player irl? they’re always packin’.. he’s suspicious as fuck

× his stupid grandma hair

— 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔶𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 6ᴋ

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it’s about the quiet moments

with kenma. you hadn’t so much pursued each other as you had slowly been drawn to each other - at first in class, and then in coffee shops, libraries, on the train. a quick nod to say hello and then you settle into comfortable silence, until eventually it leads to your hand brushing his, his eyes holding your gaze for a few seconds too long.

he was staring at you with those analytical eyes when he kissed you for the first time, trying to read your face, making sure his method was foolproof. and he knew it was - he could see it in your expression. 

a year later and you’re inseparable - you didn’t even really have to have the talk about whether you were boyfriend and girlfriend, you both just knew. he’s yours and you’re his, and it’s as simple as that.

and that’s where you find yourself today - with him.  

“i’ll take it out before you go to practice,” you mumble, and he whispers back an i know as he reads his book and leans into your touch. your fingers deftly braid two locks of his hair and tie them at the back of his head, and the hairstyle paired with his angular features makes him look positively ethereal. 

he gets up and, after changing, silently makes you a cup of tea because he knows you’ll be studying while he’s at practice. you thank him with a smile when he gently places it on the table next to you. 

you reach up to pull out the braids from his hair, but he surprises you when he catches your hand before you can do so. 

“i like it,” he admits, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks, “it keeps my hair out of my face.” 

“okay,” you reply, planting loving kisses on his hand. 

and so forms another quiet ritual in your relationship. 

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You’re in his DMs, I’m in his moving castle victimizing his fire demon and apprentice with my cleaning skills. We are not the same.

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Google says:

A perianal hematoma looks like a blue bruise under the skin or a dark-purple collection of blood near the anus. You might also be able to feel a small lump, ranging in size from about a small raisin to a tennis ball.

just a serious inquiry here... can you give assholes hickies?

you can give me one if you like 🥰

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someone hire me to draw tanaka all the time please

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katsuki + dashcon? 👀

lmao my real headcanon for katsu is that hell would freeze over before anyone could convince him to pay real money to go to dashcon but LET’S JUST SAY it’s a lil chilly in the underworld today and you’ve somehow managed to drag him through the accursed doors of d a s h c o n

absolute, non-stop bitching

every day before

in the car

at the door

during the entire convention (when you can actually get him to come to the convention floor) 

he’s pissed and you are aware at all times

everyone there is a fucking nerd so it’s not even fun for him to show off because it’s so painfully obvious that’s he’s better than everyone there by just looking at him 

says he could have just run the entire damn thing himself and done a better job (anyone could have done a better job, katsu) but maybe if the whole thing gets cancelled he’ll get to go home, not like these freaks have seventeen thousand dol-

goddamnit 

once it’s clear that the only panels that are still actually happening are some superwholockian bullshit, he’s done 

spends the rest of his time in the hotel room or at the hotel gym 

will complain about how gross the hotel gym is 

will have food delivered because he’s in chicago and might as well have some american cuisine 

never considered being a villain but is currently brooding and considering committing arson

grumpy because his 8pm bedtime is being interrupted by doctor who marathons and steampunk karaoke or some shit idk

tl;dr you’ve got a whiny bitch baby on your hands and it’s your fault for taking him here tbh what were you thinking

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GORGE! 💖 I wuv you.

Denki Kaminari at dashcon: chaos ensues

MARQUIE - queen of my heart, sweet angel from above, i present before you, danki denki at dashcon:

denki kaminari views dashcon as a business opportunity more than anything, really

he’s the resident weed man, and he ropes you along, promising you a cut of the profits if you put on your cute lil cosplay and weasel yourself into pictures and conversations

you really don’t have to do much though

i mean, who better to sell to than a bunch of internet freaks who have nothing better to do because virtually every single event at the convention they paid to attend has been cancelled lmaooooo

the fact that dashcon is a historically unmitigated disaster is fucking hilarious to both of you maybe because it is and maybe because he’s high on his own supply, who knows

denki does accidentally set off his quirk in the ball pit due to the static electricity created from what can only be the world’s shittiest quality ball receptacle 

thankfully no one was in there with him but the area does smell vaguely of burning plastic for the rest of the weekend

when the organizers say they’re going to “learn from their mistakes and make next year even better” he laughs so hard he nearly shorts himself out 

makes a decent profit and you two manage to make it out with a souvenir ball from the pit

he’s very disappointed that there’s no dashcon 2015 but then again there’s always rainfurrest

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gorge, mugans dick is smelly

this is from one of you aizawa haters isn’t it

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hey

send me a character and i’ll give y’all some dashcon headcanons for them

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some flowery prose about rebirth

I want to cave in on myself, dig a hole in my chest and take refuge there, where no one can find me. Nobody knows me better than my own heart.

I want to stay in the quiet, cleanse myself in my own tears, salty like an ocean of sadness and anger and pain.

Cold bones turn to ash and I'll rise again, like bird or a sun or a star, glorious and alive- or, perhaps, like a ghost, fingernails dirty as I drag my body out of the grave.

Either way, the waves will not pull me under.

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nobody look at me I will be sitting in a corner screaming about this for the next several years thank u

my angler fish, my siren song ... do you have any mugen thirst to spare for a weary traveler

for my fisherman, I prioritize above all else for You are the one who pulled me to land and showed me the way of the Gods (named Mugen and Jin) so for you—

Mugen, the garbage man, who runs through cities deserving of a hurricane warning. He gets too drunk too easily, picks a fight at a puff of air breathed the wrong way, all because it’s fun. He’s not mad, he’s not riled up— he’s bored.

To him, fucking and fighting are two sides of the same coin; he works up a sweat while taking out his frustrations. It’s a win-win for him, but him only. If you’re unfortunate enough to fall victim to the former, you should hope to be prepared to cancel all plans for the next while.

Mugen fucks like a caveman on crack. He’s not pretty like Jin, delicate touches exuding of finesse; Mugen doesn’t have the skills, much less the patience. He’ll woo you into some dingy housing and plaster your body onto the too-thin futon before pushing past the layers of fabric until he sinks his teeth into bare flesh.

There’s no rhyme or rhythm, the only thing remotely rhythmic are the steady streams of moans and broken cries of his name echoing off the thin walls as he rams his cock into you. He thrives off the streaks of red you claw into his back, wears them like battle scars while he bruises matching blooms of purples and red down your neck.

He’ll hook his arms under your knees and pin them into the stiff futon beside your ears, spreading you out and open so he can watch every thrust of his cock into your fluttering hole. It’s his favourite position, lets him revel in the way you coat him in milky slick with every pull back, and gush out onto the bedding below every time his buries himself to hilt. It’s like clockwork, it’s mesmerizing.

He won’t be done until you’re covered in tears and drool, body long shutting down from the overstimulation, because it’s not about you; it’s about him.