#bnha writing event

[toji-sweetheart]

hi minx! 🖤 if you’re still accepting entries for your kick off event, i’d love to see something with draken or katsuki (you pick) saying no. 46.

“i’ll be good, i promise.”

18+ only content - mdni

hello, sweetpea! I wasn't sure how to put Draken in that but with Katsuki I had the perfect idea lmaooo I love them both so much! - kick-off event

tags: fem reader + a bit of smut but not graphic

Katsuki's brash nature was something you were used to, however, your parents were not. They didn't understand why you would be with someone so outspoken, but he was the voice you wished you had.

Your boyfriend didn't mind stepping on toes without thinking first and he was fire burning bright in your life, you love Katsuki Bakugo and all his sharp edges that have softened over time being with you.

The man who once was dubbed as the biggest asshole anyone had ever met was now a soft teddy bear, nearing his thirties Katsuki adored your softness and his own as well. It was something he embraced and turns out he enjoyed you being bossy in bed.

When you pushed him down on top of the soft mattress to ride his face into oblivion, falling head first into the pit of pleasure that his tongue brought you to, or when your fingers threaded through his blonde hair to tug his head back to nibble on his neck.

"Do we have to go?" Katsuki asked as he stood behind you, eyeing the way your dress clung to you like a second skin, the curve of your ass made his palms itch to grab and grope the soft flesh.

Your eyes met in the mirror as you turned to look at him and fix his tie before wrapping it around your fist to tug him closer for a kiss, his lips melded perfectly with yours. Katsuki wrapped you up in thick strong arms as he held you close while pecking your lips with a groan.

Hero Gala's are no fun to him.

They're stuffy, filled with people in tight clothes and talking about things he could answer in an interview or some other time. "Yes, you're in the top five, all of Japan looks up to you." You hummed.

Katsuki grumbled and slid one large palm to squeeze your ass before letting you go to grab your wallet while his ruby eyes followed you around the room then down the stairs and all the way to the limo where he opened the door for you wishing you both stayed home.

The idea of people around him pressing and probing made his skin tight with anger and an uncomfortableness that seemed to eat away at his nerves exposing them. "I love you, Kats, you look handsome."

"I love you too, my biggest fan." His voice was a throaty purr and his eyes crinkled with his teasing smile that had you rolling your eyes as you patted his knee letting him trail kisses up your neck.

When the limo pulled up to the curb you were met with bright flashing lights and screaming from the people on the sidelines watching as heroes made their way inside and when they saw Katsuki the whole place erupted followed by them chanting his name.

"See?" With your arm linked with his the both of you made it inside after Katsuki stopped to sign some merch and even a woman's shirt with a very faded picture of him on the front.

Time seemed to trickle by slowly which in turn irritated your boyfriend and when anyone spent more time looking at you than necessary he wanted to gouge their eyeballs out. "Last I checked your eyes weren't on your chest." He mumbled to himself.

You looked at him and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

His patience was running thin and he began snapping at the waiters who came by. "You're acting out a bit." You reminded him in a soft tone as you guided him down a dim hallway to a deserted closet.

It was too dark to tell what was in it but you didn't care, and neither did Katsuki, his mouth found yours with no light needed, and his tongue tasted of sweet champagne tangled with yours.

His hands groped your back unable to help himself as the kissing grew more frantic, he needed somewhere to bury his irritation and your cunt seemed to be the best place to do so. "Ah, ah, ah." You tsked and unbuckled his belt slowly.

The sound filled the room as you nipped his bottom lip earning a growl. "I’ll be good, I promise." His words came out thick with desire and when you freed his aching cock, Katsuki hissed softly.

"I know you will be, if you can hold on for at least twenty more minutes when we get home I'll let you put me in whatever position you want." You whispered promising him the one thing wants.

Another growl gurgled low in his throat as you slowly pumped your fist up and down the length of his cock using the pre as a lube before pulling away to let him suck your fingers clean. "I'll see you out there."

The door clicked when you shut it and the only thing Katsuki could hear was your high heels clicking against the tile growing softer and softer until he heard the blood rushing in his ears.

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[shoutaaizawas]

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” With Aizawa? 🫶

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝look at me❞

summary: in pursuit of a villain with the hero you have a crush on, you get hurt. word count: 1.7k+  tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, descriptions of head injury/disorientation a/n: first fic of the event! thank you so much for submitting this prompt, I hope you enjoy!

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Being a pro hero was a risky job. That was something you all knew. Sometimes it was easy to forget. You were a very skilled hero and it wasn’t too often you faced danger that made you nervous.

A villain was on the run, you were in pursuit. And it so happened that Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta, one of your colleagues and a man you had crushed on for a while now.

He was quiet, most people saw him as stoic or indifferent but you had seen a side of him that not everyone saw. He was caring, deeply so. You had seen how he was with the students he taught, with the young girl he had adopted. There was a warmth that you saw in him that captivated you. He was a hero who cared about people, not the fame of the job.

You liked working with him, you felt like a schoolgirl, excited to see him whenever you had the chance. You lingered in conversation with him. Tried to catch his attention.

This villain had stolen an important prototype from a hero works lab. A dangerous tool that could not be in the wrong hands. A dangerous tool that unfortunately had two parts to it, a glove for each hand.

Aizawa and you were on the scene first. Now the two of you were pursuing the villain across rooftops.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” You teased as you both jumped a gap between buildings.

“Can we just focus on catching this guy before he gets away?” He said, not in a mean tone but rather his usual serious one.

“If you insist.” You replied your tone staying light. You knew Aizawa was always focused on the mission at hand so you didn’t take it personally.

The villain was fast, but the two of you stayed on his tail. Once you got close enough Aizawa was able to use his capture weapon to snatch one of the gloves out of his hand. The villain could tell he was in danger of getting caught so he used his quirk to descend from the top of the building down to the streets below.

For a moment you hesitated trying to think of the fastest way down but before you came up with an idea Aizawa grabbed you, arm around your waist. “Hold on,” He said as he used his capture weapon to rappel off the side of the building. Your stomach dropped for a moment but you had no time to slow down, you had to catch this guy before he was lost in the crowd.

The street he decided to land on was a busy area with hundreds of people on the street as they made their way about their day.

“This is bad, he could hurt a civilian or we could lose him.” You said.

Aizawa grunted in reply.

“Let’s split up, you stay on him and I’ll try to cut him off.” You offered. Aizawa looked at you thinking it over as you remained in pursuit.

“Good idea.” He said.

You smiled before splitting away, you prayed that your guess was right. This street was starting to get empty but if you turned right onto the next street it was more crowded. If he wanted to keep the crowd as cover that’s where he would be.

Taking a short cut you were able to get in front of him. He was too focused on Aizawa behind him he didn’t realize that you were right in front of him until he was almost running into you.

What you didn’t expect was for him to use the weapon he had stolen. There had been a question of what it was capable of in your head before but now you knew.

For a moment everything went black, when your vision returned you were on the ground, back against the side of a building. Everything was spinning, blurry. Shapes and colors moved around your vision.

“Can you hear me?” A voice broke through the ringing in your ears as a dark blob covered your vision. “I’m right here, don’t move.”

Slowly your vision started to clear, you could see now that it was Aizawa in front of you. His hand was on the side of your head, his other hand on your shoulder. It was grounding, even though your head was still spinning.

What also caught your attention was the giant crowd surrounding you in a circle watching on, some with phones out. Oh no. This was so embarrassing. You were too slow to react and you got embarrassed in front of everyone. And now you were in a disorienting state you had never felt before and everyone was watching. Your eyes flicked around panicked at the crowd.

“Don’t look at them, look at me,” Aizawa said, his hand on your cheek now pulling your gaze to his like you had no other option. Did you want another option when he was in front of you?

“Breath, take deep breaths.” He said and you realized how shallow they had been on the verge of hyperventilating. “Good, that’s good.” His words made your heart flip and you knew it wasn’t from the villain's weapon.

“T-The- villain- the weapon-” It was hard to speak.

“I don’t care.” He said. “Just breathe.”

You focused on breathing while he reassured you that everything would be okay. His hand brushed against the side of your face comfortingly. You reached out grasping onto his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the spinning.

“Can I pick you up?” He asked.

You felt nauseous and disoriented still but you wanted to be away from the crowds. “Please.” You said.

Aizawa was quick to pick you up, but he was still careful. Motion made things worse so you closed your eyes and put your face into his chest.

Before you knew it he was placing you down on a soft surface. Opening your eyes you realized you were in an apartment.

“Do you need water?” He asked. Did he take you to his apartment?

You nodded. “Please.”

Aizawa brought you a glass of water helping you take a few sips. “I brought you to my place since it was close.” He said. “I called a doctor here, they’ll be here in a moment.”

His apartment was nice, it was cool and dark and it was perfect for your condition right now. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Everything is spinning,” You said. “My head is throbbing. But my ears stopped ringing.”

“Does closing your eyes help?” He asked.

“Only when you were carrying me.” You answered.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“Why?” You asked confused.

“I shouldn’t have let this happen.” He said, his voice full of remorse.

“It’s not your fault.” You said surprised by his guilt. It was your fault that you had gotten hurt. You should have been paying attention more, you had been the one to fail. You wanted to say more but there was a knock at the door.

The doctor entered and examined you. After assessing you they explained that the effects of the weapon were mostly internal. You had gotten some pretty bad bruises on your back from being thrown back and your nose had been bleeding a bit from the effects but there was nothing that could be done to stop the effects other than waiting.

After giving you some pain medicine and sleeping medicine the doctor advised that you needed to have someone take care of you until the symptoms subsided which Aizawa offered right away.

“You didn’t have to offer to take care of me.” You said. You liked Aizawa but you never felt like he returned the feeling, you had always assumed your personalities just didn’t work together.

“I’m not going to just let you sit in the hospital till you’re better.” He said. “Let me get you something to eat so you can take the medication. You’re nauseous right?”

“Yeah,” You answered.

Aizawa brought you a protein bar. “I know it’ll be hard to eat but it’s not that much and it will be good to get something in your stomach.”

You tried to give him a small smile as you accepted the food. It was hard to eat but you were able to do it. It was worth it if you could take the pain medication.

Aizawa brought you comfortable clothes so you could change out of your hero suit before he helped you into the bedroom. “He said the best thing you can do is lie still in a dark room.” He said as he helped you into his bed.

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” You said. You knew that Aizawa was a caring man but getting it first hand was different.

“I take care of the people I care about.” He said. Your eyes widened at his words, a part of you wondered if you had just imagined it.

“Care about?” You repeated.

“Yeah.” He said. “I know I haven’t shown it much but I do care about you a lot.”

“Oh,” You said shocked.

“But that’s something we should talk about when your head isn’t spinning.” He said and you let out a small laugh.

“I’ll let you sleep,” He said moving to get up but you grabbed his arm.

“Wait-” You stopped him. “Can you stay?” Maybe it was how defenseless you felt that made you so bold but Aizawa was keeping you grounded and you didn’t want him to leave.

“Okay.” He said sitting down next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You asked, when he had carried you earlier being held by him had felt so nice.

Aizawa moved, getting under the covers with you. Gently he got close to you, trying not to jostle you too much. His strong arms moved around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Is this okay?” His voice was low and close to you.

“Yes,” You said softly.

Even though your head was spinning and you still felt awful being in Aizawa’s arms knowing that he cared about you made everything feel better. And it would be even better when your head stopped spinning.

“Shouta?” You said quietly.

“Yeah?” He asked in a low voice.

“I care about you too. A lot.” You said. Aizawa smiled, his hand rubbing at your back as he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

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[takami-takami]

Giving Keigo sloppy head. That's the ask, I swear he'd be so conflicted on whether to finish in your mouth or keep going because it feels good?! Like, the possibilities of this scenario????

Keigo thinks he could just about die here, his slouched posture held up by one hand resting on the mattress behind him, the other gently cradling the back of your head. A gentleman, really.

"You're doing so well already, fuck," he grits out. "Lips go over the teeth, baby. Perfect. A little deeper now..."

Through all the times he's fantasized about being in this position, Keigo never expected the sounds to be his downfall. Your drooling lips sound absolutely sloppy with each bob of your head, the friction against his heated skin causing the most sinful noises to ring in his ears. It sends reverberating shocks straight to the dick that he's so happily getting wet.

If someone told Keigo this morning that you would come up to him that night, twiddling your thumbs and looking down to nervously ask him to "please, show me how"?

He would have craned his neck to look for cameras as if it were some sort of prank, or just assumed he died saving some citizen on his last mission and this was his reward awaiting him at the pearly gates.

"Yeah, the spit makes it better. Don't worry 'bout the mess," he assures you. You respond by sighing in relief, allowing the spit of your drool to coat his dick, sticking to the skin with each movement. It's obscene, the way you pop him out of your mouth to spit on his tip again, fisting his cock in the downtime. You lave your tongue against the head once, twice, before bottoming out once more.

He can't tear his lidded eyes away, jaw hanging slack with pleasure and a peachy blush creeping up his neck.

"So pretty," he sighs out. "My messy baby..."

Oh, that makes you moan.

Keigo notices. He feels the vibrations on his cock before it hits his ears, and he can't help but buck his hips up into you, earning a pleased choke.

"Yeah, get as much on it as you can," his eyes lock in on the foamy mess coating his base, dripping down onto his sensitive sack. They're swollen and round, perfect for your delicate fingers to massage. "That's right, fuckin' drool around my cock, baby."

In the back of his mind, Keigo wonders if he should fuck you after this, or if he should fist himself to completion over you. Would you let him finish on your face, he wonders? Maybe you'd let him on your chest? Ultimately, none of these options will come to pass. He doesn't have the will in him to pull out right now, not when your cheeks just hollowed and your tongue just laved sinfully against him yet again... and again... and again—

"Coming—", a weak whine of a warning and another hand on the back of your head is all you get before he's filling your mouth, balls tightening as he spills load after load directly down your swallowing throat. His thighs that you grab for stability tense and twitch while he gets lost in the feeling of his dick throbbing inside your pretty little mouth.

Diligent as ever, you keep bobbing and slobbering on his cock, as he watches through one eye peeked open, the other shut in near-painful ecstacy.

"O-Oh, baby, too much," he warns. "Fuck," he laughs between gasps, slowly sliding himself out of you and slapping the tip against your pursed lips for good measure.

"Did I do okay," you ask, lips and chin coated in saliva. The sight alone is enough to pull him back under that same, hazy trance.

"You did perfect, angel," he manages to slur between gasps and swallows, pulling you up for a rewarding kiss. "So perfect f'me. God, I fucking love you."

[narwhalsarefalling]

this may be a hot take but i liked the ending!

its kinda hard to rush an ending like this in three chapters, so its not the best. and i feel like theres some character choices here that could be different. but thats okay!

the narrative foil of deku completing one for all and then it fading away after its goal was complete, i understand that. the strive to look forward and how change in society starts on a community level is really the most important message, i think. you can't depend on figureheads for everything, and change and equality in society is something that needs to be constantly worked on. its not something that happens over night. you can't just expect one punch to the villain to defeat it, and the world goes back to normal or even gets better. no, after stuff like this, you need to have a giant reconstruction period. this i understand!

again, kind of hard to portray it in three chapters, but the seeds for it are there. this will be a lot of fun to play with in fanfic, i think

the ending in particular really reminds me of the japanese poem Be not Defeated by the Rain that Horikoshi-sensei said that Deku's character is based off of. I can appreciate that!

[questioningmyexistence432]

ɢɪꜰᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ

warnings - stalking. yandere.

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being the object of izuku midoriya’s obsession takes a toll on you - i mean, showing up to your apartment to gifts left outside your door almost daily is creepy to say the least. 

you appreciated it at first. thinking it was one of your co-workers that had decided to get you a nice bouquet of flowers and sending it to your home sounded like you were doing good things and were being appreciated for it - but no, that wasn’t the case. you had only received looks of confusion when you asked around the office. 

you stayed quiet about it at first - not wanting to worry anyone about something that seemed harmless. 

in a matter of weeks, the act of gift giving had been tarnished for you. the idea of someone knowing you well enough to get your favourite things was once sacred but now it feels..uncomfortable. he managed to get in your head long before meeting. 

well, a meeting you would remember anyways. he’s watched you for a while now - even got cameras around your very small apartment. izuku counts his lucky stars that you haven’t noticed yet but it must be fate, the two of you together, if you’ve gone this long without noticing. he justifies it to himself - he was a hero in training once, he’s simply looking out for you. 

izuku knows you very well though - knows what to send you and he takes some pride in that. you’re the subject of all his recent doodles and note taking. he’s content to watch you live out your days for now with what he sees as minimum interference - too bad you don’t see it the same way. no, you’re looking at new apartments to move into. to get away from whoever knows you well enough to get you a box of chocolates and remove all the coconut flavoured ones. 

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it’s a few weeks later when you’ve just gotten home from apartment searching. you enter your apartment, after seeing there’s no gift at the door, a small smile on your lips. maybe whoever had been watching you had gotten bored. you had a good feeling walking into your home only to feel like something was..off. you shrugged it off - you’ve been through a lot already. maybe you’re being paranoid. you reassure yourself that had to be the case for the rest of the night. 

you were wrong and should’ve listened to your gut feeling. should’ve listened to the prey instincts that had been installed into your mind. 

you go to bed - thinking you were just tired. you’d had a long day and a good night sleep would fix everything. how naive. 

it’s late into the night when you feel something ticking your inner thigh - you don’t awake to the feeling and izuku, greedily watching you, doesn’t let up at that. he trails your skin - looking completely fascinated with your form as he does so. he’s in a trance - not believing he’s actually touching you. it’s a dream come true for him and he won’t stop now. he’s got you - all to himself. 

you pushed him to take action with your stunt of planning to move - you’re to blame for him taking you early but that doesn’t mean he’s unprepared. you’ll be with him  - even if he has to take you kicking and screaming.

[doumadono]

Barista!Bakugo - headcanons A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW Pampering dragon!Bakugo & dragon!Kirishima - headcanons A new beginning - Dabi x Reader Echoes of courage - Mirko x Reader Snow leopard!Shoto - headcanons Let's unwind - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) tsundere Dabi & Bakugo with a fem!friend who got injured in a battle - headcanons Cool down - Overhaul x Reader (NSFW) Biddability - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)

to be added

Sweet Genshin men - little blurbs

The offering - Sukuna x Reader (NSFW) A mating season - wolf hybrid beta!Nanami x omega!Reader (NSFW)

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[nursedflowers]

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ‘𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒:

𝟏: 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝟐: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝟑: 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭

𝟒: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 - @fictional-gf ; itoshi sae (blue lock)

𝟓: 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭

𝟔: 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 - @muichiro-tokito-1710 ; muichiro tokito (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟕: 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 - @kitkat-moon ; dabi (my hero academia)

𝟖: 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - @mu1nfinityx ; muichiro tokito (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟗: 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 - @nursedflowers ; tamaki amajiki (my hero academia)

𝟏𝟎: 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬

𝟏𝟏: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 - @chasani ; fortunato (the cask of amontillado)

𝟏𝟐: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 - @mu1nfinityx ; inosuke hashibira (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟏𝟑: 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜

𝟏𝟒: 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟓: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 - @kitkat-moon ; sanemi shinazugawa (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟏𝟔: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧/𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝟏𝟕: 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - @strawberrymixt ; kaito momota (danganronpa v3/killing harmony)

𝟏𝟖: 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - @nursedflowers ; toru oikawa (haikyuu!!) / hajime iwaizumi (haikyuu!!)

𝟏𝟗: 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

𝟐𝟎: 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡

𝟐𝟏: 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 - @nursedflowers ; giyu tomioka (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟐𝟐: 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭

𝟐𝟑: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝟐𝟒: 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 - @kitkat-moon ; obanai iguro (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟐𝟓: 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝟐𝟔: 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 - @shionancientsblog ; riddle roseheart (twisted wonderland)

𝟐𝟕: 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟐𝟖: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 - @stressforu ; rin itoshi (blue lock)

𝟐𝟗: 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 - @mu1nfinityx ; tanjiro kamado (demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba)

𝟑𝟎: 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 - @strawberrymixt ; mikan tsumiki (danganronpa 2/goodbye despair)

𝟑𝟏: 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 - @strawberrymixt ; shuichi saihara (danganronpa v3/killing harmony)

comment any questions ; REBLOGS are appreciated! summer divider by: soulari

[schrodingers-romy]

Silver-Tongued Devil [Usagiyama Rumi x Reader]

Pairing: Usagiyama Rumi x AFAB!Reader Word count: ~3,200 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: You somehow end up as the sacrifice for an incompetent cult. The demon they summon is not at all what they nor you expected.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Cults. Reasonably graphic depictions of violence and blood. Reader is injured (not extensively) but healed. AFAB reader; genitals are referred to by fem terms but no other gendered terms are used. Graphic Smut (MDNI). Strength Kink. Cunnilingus. Weird demon tongue. idk.

Notes: 3rd fic for Strange Lovers (my little monster!character x reader series for October)! Please ignore this was a day late i had such writer's block for this and i don't know why. I'm not sure if this is good or not honestly I just want to not have to look at it anymore. Mdni banner template from @/cafekitsune

I have the absolute worst luck, you thought to yourself.

Perhaps you had broken multiple mirrors in the past. Did breaking multiple mirrors mean the seven years of bad luck was worse, or was the period of bad luck just longer?

You supposed it didn’t really matter, but how else would you end up like this: hogtied and gagged in the middle of a red painted pentagram, surrounded by what sounded to be frat boys in cult getups.

One of the little fuckers had ambushed you on your way home with a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in the middle of the woods, surrounded by a bunch of college kids in dark robes chanting Latin.

You had no idea why you specifically were picked. You had a feeling it was just because you were the first person they had been able to grab; you weren’t sure whether that was better or worse than being specifically chosen.

So far, they hadn’t done anything to you other than knock you out and tie you up. Unfortunately, at least one of them must have been really good with rope, because you couldn’t budge an inch. All your screaming amounted to nothing more than a few quiet, unintelligible sounds through the gag. And just because they hadn’t done anything major to hurt you yet, doesn’t mean they wouldn’t. They had no problem with kidnapping you; you doubted your purpose in their demonic ritual summoning or whatever was just sitting there looking distressed.

The chanting had been going on for what felt like hours; yet however boring it was, your anxiety kicked back up drastically when they stopped.

The cultists stopped circling, and turned to face you. One of them, presumably the leader because of his unique blood-red rope belt, stepped forward until he stood right in front of you, close enough to kick if you had the freedom to do so (which unfortunately you didn’t, no matter how much you tried).

In a loud, booming voice, he started up another chant, different from the first. And then he pulled out a wicked looking blade from the shadows of his robes.

You tried to get away; you tried to scream. You could feel your muscles straining against the ropes, but they wouldn’t shift. The gag kept your voice to a mumble even as you tasted iron in your throat from your shrieks.

It was all futile. He crouched down, holding the knife above you; the blade glinted red in the light of the fire. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for pain.

The stabbing you expected didn’t happen, but you were not spared from agony. He roughly cut away the fabric of your shirt around your stomach, exposing it to the night air; his canvas.  Slowly, excruciatingly, he began to carve a shape onto your skin; some sort of crescent moon, maybe; you weren’t sure, too busy screaming from the burning pain of it.

When the knife finally paused, you sobbed in relief. It still burned; you could feel the blood flowing and dripping onto the ground, both too-cool and too-warm feeling at once. But at least there were no new wounds made.

You drifted in and out of awareness, missing the cult’s final chants, but you did not miss the culmination of the ritual.

Once the final words were spoken by the robed figures, a violent bolt of lightning lit up the forest blinding white. The thunder followed immediately after, so loud it caused your ears to ring.

Your eyes took a minute to readjust to the dim light of the torches, and then you saw her.

You noticed two things about her right away: one, she was beautiful; two, she was utterly inhuman.

Her general figure was humanoid…if humans were seven feet tall. Her skin was a human shade of brown, yet her eyes were crimson red with slit pupils. Her broad, almost cocky, grin revealed shining white fangs. Her hair was pure white, hanging around her face in long braids. It was interrupted by the curling black horns emerging from her skull, and the rabbit-like white ears springing from the sides of her head.

She only wore draping gold jewelry, which seemed to drip down her body like liquid, covering her most private parts delicately. This allowed you full view of her muscles. She was built like a Greek statue: thick arms, prominent abdominal muscles, and thighs that could probably crush a man’s skull like a grape.

She radiated power. If you weren’t writhing on the ground in pain like a tortured worm, you would be cowering.

The cultists do cower a little, trembling in their robes. Finally, the one with the red belt steps forward.

“O Great Miruko, High Demon of the Moon, please accept this humble offering,” he said, gesturing to where you lay. “As per the summoning, we only request one day of obedience in exchange for the blood of the sacrificed.”

The demon tilted her head, never dropping her wide smile.

“So you losers thought you would have control of me with this ritual?”

Her voice wasn’t quite what you expected; it was human-sounding at first, if loud, but it echoed around the trees in odd ways, making it sound like thousands of whispers repeated her words. It was…unsettling.

The cultists seemed to agree. Their leader flinched visibly when the demon spoke. “Y-Yes. According to the ancient tome—” he said, pulling a beat-up leather book out of seemingly nowhere, “—we started the ritual on the right phase of the moon, we recited the proper chants, evoked the correct name, provided the sacrifice for consumption…everything is correct. As per the ritual’s rules, you are summoned to the mortal plane to do our biding for a full day, then you return to the hell from whence you came!” He was starting to sound frantic by the end of his tirade.

The demon crossed her arms across her chest, emphasizing their definition. “Well, you’re almost right…except for the most important part.” She stepped closer, and bent down dramatically at the waist to look the cult leader in the eyes. He scrambled to step backwards; this caused his hood to flip back, revealing a face that looked both scared and young.

The demon seemed amused by his fear. She smiled, cruelly, baring sharp teeth at him. “The one who gives the blood is not the sacrifice…they’re the one with control over me. Not you.”

She stood up again, stretching to her full height. “I’m not ‘contractually obligated’ to give you shit. All the power resides in the poor person you have trussed up like a ham over there.” She gestured to you, finally making eye contact. You shivered at the glowing red gaze.

“So, hon, want me to take care of these guys for you?” she asked, focus still entirely on you.

You were frozen for a second. Your brain was spinning. You still didn’t fully understand what was going on…but you would like your kidnappers gone. So you gave the smallest nod, all of the movement you could manage.

The demon smirked, returning your nod, and then she was a blur.

Your head span just trying to watch her; it seemed like only a second before all of the cultists were knocked out cold from the force of the demon’s lightning-quick kicks and punches.

Once she had taken care of them, she crouched down over you to run her hands over your bindings. Under the caress of her large hand the ropes and the gag dissolved into puffs of smoke.

You raised your tingling arms up to your mouth and coughed. Your throat still felt terrible, and coughing too deeply flexed your abdomen, causing the cuts to light up with pain again. But your limbs could finally regain blood flow.

You looked up at the demon, who was still staring at you. You had a hard time meeting her gaze; instead you looked out towards the cultists lying on the ground. “…are they dead?” you rasped.

“Naw. Just going to be unconscious for a long time. Didn’t think you would want me to kill them all. I mean. I can if you want me to though.”

“Um… no, that’s fine.” No matter how crazy this weird cult was, even if they wanted to sacrifice you, even if they had no problem kidnapping and hurting you…you wouldn’t want their deaths on your conscious. You couldn’t do that.

The demon shrugged. “Okay then.” She seemed much less intimidating and more casual now, even though she still loomed above you.

You tried to swallow, wincing when your raw throat protested the action. “So…what now?”

“Well, I am at your bidding, for a whole twenty-four hours. Then I can go back to hell…I never introduced myself, by the way. I go by many names, but you can call me Rumi.”

You stammered your own introduction.

Rumi gave you a broad grin, teeth flashing. “I’m guessing the first thing you want from me is for me to heal your wounds?”

Your voice had a hopeful tilt to it. “Can you do that? Please?”

“Aww, sweetheart, how could I say no when you ask so nicely?” she purred.

You could feel heat in your cheeks. You’re honestly surprised you still have enough blood for such a silly reaction to her words.

She chuckled, and moved so she could slip both her hands between your lower back and the ground. She lifted you up as she leaned down, until you could feel her breath on the sting of the cuts.

You weren’t sure what you expected her to do. Maybe whisper some sort of weird Latin chant and then the cuts would just disappear? But you would have never predicted what she actually did.

Rumi opened her mouth…wide. Out came a tongue between the glinting teeth.

Her tongue was long, and flexible, the end almost triangle-shaped with the way it tapered to a point. It dripped saliva onto your stomach, and you flinched.

You let out a shrill noise of surprise as Rumi uses her strange tongue to lick at your wounds.

Her spit almost seemed to leak into your cuts, causing them to close and disappear before your eyes as she lapped across them. Soon, the pain has disappeared from your abdomen, replaced by the wet, warm feeling of the demon’s tongue. She continued to lick long after the cuts were gone, removing every spot of blood from the soft skin of your stomach.

You felt flushed and tingly. You would have liked to attribute that to whatever strange demon magic was in Rumi’s spit, but you couldn’t quite lie to yourself that much. You’re ashamed to admit it, but the feeling of Rumi’s tongue on you is almost…erotic. The wetness on your abdomen was emulated by the slowly growing wetness in your underwear.

You couldn’t help but squeak in embarrassment at the realization. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it) Rumi pulled away, tongue retracting back into her mouth like a snake.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said, before losing yourself to another coughing fit. Your stomach was as good as new, no remnants of the strange carved symbol remaining, but your throat was still raw.

Rumi made a disapproving noise. “Well, it seems like you’re not all fixed up, hon. Something happened to your throat, right? Let me help.” She shifted her arms under you until she was holding you in a seated position, bringing your head closer to hers.

You felt as if your face was radiating heat. She was no less beautiful up close. It was hard to have such a lovely face right by yours, especially after said lovely face was just licking your bare skin.

Rumi removed one hand from your back, to press a single calloused finger against your bottom lip. “Open up, sweetheart.”

You should have protested, but the pet name in Rumi’s soft, low voice made your head feel fuzzy. You opened your jaw.

Your mouth was soon filled with the demon’s tongue. Your eyes closed on instinct, feeling her lips press to yours in a facsimile of a kiss. You had never had a kiss like this, however; her tongue slithered down your throat, filling it and your mouth up to the brim. You would have choked on it, but the soothing feeling of her saliva healing your injured throat made you relax enough for it to slip past your gag reflex.

It almost felt like you were being throat-fucked by Rumi’s tongue; at the mere whisper of that thought, you let out a moan around the slick appendage inside you.

To your disappointment, she immediately pulled back. Once you realized what you had done, you felt like you were going to faint. You reopened your eyes, almost dreading to see Rumi’s expression.

Your breath caught when you finally saw her. She had an almost…endeared expression on her face. It would have been sweet, if not for the sultry darkness of her eyes.

“Aww, honey, you like my tongue?” Her voice was hoarse, and you shuddered, face nearly radiating heat.

She laughed at your flustered expression. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

You let out a low whine, less of arousal and more out of sheer mortification.

Runi’s smile sharpened. “You know, I can do lots of other things with my tongue, if you’d like. After all, I am at your bidding.”

While the first sentence made you feel like you had been lit on fire, the second one doused your flames a little. “I don’t want you to do something because I’m making you do it…if you don’t want to do anything, you don’t have to. No matter how I feel.” You felt a little sick at the thought that you could force her to do something like that if she didn’t want to.

“You’re so sweet, honey,” Rumi said, chuckling. “But I promise I want to just as much as you do.” Her voice dropped lower at the last part, almost to a growl, and you shuddered in her arms.

“Okay,” you whispered.

-

Rumi, as her figure suggested, was ridiculously strong.

She ripped your pants and underwear off like it was tissue paper. She hoisted her arms under you, maneuvering you like a ragdoll until you were in her preferred position. Your legs were hooked over her shoulders, your hands gripping her horns in a weak attempt to stabilize yourself as she lifted you until your pussy was level with her mouth.

You could feel Rumi’s smirk against your sensitive inner thigh. You couldn’t make yourself look down, lest you have to acknowledge your position and the way your cunt was dripping.

“Sweetheart.” A quick flick of her tongue against your clit, making you gasp. “Look at me while I eat you out.”

You reluctantly made eye contact with her. “That’s it baby,” she cooed.

You watched as her tongue slipped out of her mouth once more, the thin tip reaching out to lightly caress your clit. Even though the touches were almost nonexistent, each sent a flow of heat up your spine.

Your legs squeezed rhythmically around Rumi’s head every time her tongue teased at your nub. Your arousal kept building, filling your whole body with sticky heat, yet it wasn’t enough to push you towards any type of climax.

You didn’t notice you had begun to whimper, softly, but Rumi did. She finally took pity on you and started to lap at your cunt in earnest.

The first lick went all the way from your hole to your clit, dragging the broad part of her tongue through your wetness. She let out a rumbling moan once she got a proper taste of you, and abandoned her teasing completely.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as she licked and sucked at your pussy without mercy. Rumi was too caught up in eating you out to chastise you for this. Anyway, closed eyes only made the sounds louder; the obscene slurping noises from combination of your slick and her spit, and both of your moans, yours echoing and hers muffled against you.

You let out a shriek as her skilled tongue wormed its way into your dripping hole. You were so wet from your arousal and her saliva that she had no trouble working the appendage deep inside of you, deeper than you thought possible. She pulled you closer to her face, until her lips were pressed against the soft folds of your sex, and you thought you could come right then.

But this wasn’t the height of your arousal. Not yet.

She then started to move her tongue inside of you.

It felt like Rumi was desperate to taste all of you, the way her tongue squirmed inside your pussy. Every sensitive spot was rubbed against the rough parts of her tongue, and then soothed by the slicker parts. She was basically fucking you on her face at that point, powerful arms bringing your body away from her just to pull you back and impale you on her tongue. Every time your cunt met her face again, she would grind the bridge of her nose against your clit, sending another spark of pleasure up your spine.

Your body felt almost unreal. No longer did you have control over yourself; instead, Rumi did. You were like her little doll, a pretty little thing she could pick up and play with effortlessly.

The pleasure was so intense that you struggled to simply open your eyes without slipping back into mindless bliss. You wanted to see her, though, and so you forced them open, squinted and teary as they were.

Bringing your gaze down to her, you could see her eyes were black with arousal as they peered back up at you. Her entire face was soaked, slick and dripping from your cunt’s juices. She looked utterly bebauched.

The view made you come on the spot.

If you weren’t a doll before, you were now; your entire body went numb from your orgasm. It was like a never-ending series of delicious shocks travelling through your nervous system. Rumi hadn’t halted her movements, even as you soaked her face even more with your come. Your pleasure stretched out longer than you thought possible before your nerves started to turn painful. She stopped once your whines started becoming less come-drunk and more overwhelmed.

Almost lovingly, she laid your dazed form back down onto the ground, still cradling your head. It took you a few moments before you were even aware of your surroundings again.

In that time, Rumi had moved to straddle your head, hovering above your face on her knees. One hand was stroking your cheek softly, while the other held up the delicate chains that hung from her waist, revealing her own glistening cunt to you.

“You were so good for me, baby,” she said, voice husky. “D’you wanna return the favor?”

There was no world in which you wouldn’t want more of her.

“Yes please,” you murmured, opening your mouth.

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Dadmight Week 2024 Prompts!

Here's the prompts for the first Dadmight Week!

Day One (25th): Quirk Training / Recovery

Day Two (26th): Homework / Take a break 

Day Three (27th): Costumes / Beach day

Day Four (28th): Interview / Late night

Day Five (29th): Insiders secrets / “But All Miiiiight!” 

Day Six (30th): Search & Rescue / “You can get whatever you want.”

Day Seven (31st): Agency Tour / “Watch out!”

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summary: you get locked in a building while it's under attack, the last person you expect to come to your rescue is your ex boyfriend. word count: 2.6k+  tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, light descriptions of head attack, injury, and blood a/n: thank you for your prompt! a late addition to the january event.

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Having an ex-boyfriend that was a hero was not the best thing. Picture it, you’re facing one of the scariest moments of your life. In dire need of help and then your ex shows up.

It’s really a nightmare scenario.

The day started normally, you just had to run one errand then you could spend the rest of your day relaxing. All you had to do was go to city hall to pick up some papers then you were free to do nothing.

You made it a point to get up early and head over there early so you could enjoy your day off. That was the wrong choice evidently and you were quickly punished for your attempt at being productive.

You were walking down a hallway when lights began to flash and alarms sounded. Lockdown.

The city hall was under attack and it was under lockdown.

Quickly you took shelter in an open office under a desk, not fully knowing the threat yet.

It was loud, there was commotion in the building. It was clear something was happening but you weren’t sure what yet.

The next thing you heard was the office door open, you held your breath in fear.

“Is anyone in here?” You heard a man’s voice.

Peeking around the corner of the desk you tried to see who was talking. Surely a villain wouldn’t ask that. Right?

The last thing you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta, otherwise known as the pro hero Eraserhead.

Maybe you wished it was a villain.

“Aizawa?” You said, coming out of your hiding spot.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was steady but you saw through his calm demeanor. You had been with him long enough to read him.

“I-I was just here to pick up paperwork.” You said. “What’s happening?”

Aizawa sighed. “There’s a gang of villains disgruntled with the mayor. They’re going after everyone in the building.”

“Oh no,” That was bad. Why did you have to be here right now?

“Stay here, okay?” He said. “I’m going to clear this floor and I’ll come back and get you out of here. Put a chair to block the door. I’ll knock when I’m back.”

You nodded. There was a conflicting feeling of not wanting to be alone right now but also not wanting to be around your ex.

“Okay.” You said. Aizawa nodded before closing the door. You took the chair and wedged it under the handle praying that they wouldn’t try getting in.

Sitting on the desk you wondered how your peaceful day off had turned into this. The last person you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta.

You had done all you could to push away any thought of him. Despite the time that had passed since he broke up with you the wound still felt fresh.

Aizawa was your everything. You had met him by accident, he had come to your rescue one night. You offered to get him coffee and the two of you hit it off. You kept running into him and before you knew it you were falling for him. The two of you started to date.

You had dated for over a year and you thought everything was going great. You had even moved in together. Then one day he broke up with you, with no warning, no explanation.

It devastated you. You loved him more than anything, you thought the two of you would get married. Just like that you were alone, it was hard. He had moved out leaving you in the apartment where you had shared so many beautiful moments. It felt like living with a ghost.

You moved out to an apartment on the other side of town. You didn’t care if it meant being far away from work you just wanted to be away from all the places you had memories at.

It still hurt, one day living with the love of your life, the next he’s gone refusing to explain why. It ruined your confidence, took away the future you had in your head, and left you feeling empty.

The memory still hurt.

“What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” You asked him in disbelief. If he was the type you’d think he was pranking you.

“This isn’t working out anymore, I want to move my life in a different direction.” He said all emotion gone from him.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, tears already burning in your eyes.

“No, things have just changed.” He said.

“Did you meet someone else?” You asked heartbroken at the thought.

“No.” He said quickly. “It’s just- Things are different now.” He said.

“What things?” You asked feeling desperate for an answer.

“I’ll be moving out.” He said. “I’ll be back tomorrow while you’re at work to get my stuff.”

He left with a packed bag and it felt like your world had fallen apart. You had created every horrible reason he would have left you since you never got a real reason from him.

A bang at the door brings you back to reality.

It’s not a knock and as you hear more noise you realize that someone is trying to break in. You get up and hide under the desk again hoping that they won’t be able to get in.

Your hopes are dashed as a loud noise tells you that the door has burst open. You curl up as small as you can and hold your breath. Maybe there’s a chance they don’t search the room.

Footsteps sound around the room as the man looks around, throwing furniture as he goes. It’s silent for a moment before the chair covering your hiding spot is torn away.

Before you can even react you’re grabbed by the ankle and dragged out. The villain above you is much larger than you and try as you might you can’t fight him off.

You’re picked up and thrown onto the desk. You scream for help, Aizawa can’t be far away, he’s always come to your rescue in the past and despite your split, you believe he still will.

There are a few more moments that feel like they last forever before the villain is pulled away and tossed to the side. You watch as Aizawa makes quick work of the villain.

His gaze turns to you, concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked you.

You start to stand up and you feel a pain in your stomach, your hand moves under your jacket and you feel something there. When you touch it, it hurts and you quickly realize what it is.

“I’m fine.” You told him.

He nods. “Okay, the floor is clear. Let’s go to the stairwell and I’ll get you out of here.” He said.

Aizawa leads you out of the room and down the hallway. It feels like every step hurts more and more but you keep pushing. You know it’s stupid, that you should tell him you're injured. That he should probably carry you out of the building but you can’t stand the thought of telling him.

In your head, there are only two options. One, that his reaction is stoic and he treats you like he would any other victim he would help as a hero. Or two, that you would see something more in his eyes and it would give you some hope that maybe he still felt the same way you did about him.

Getting to the stairwell you could feel more blood leaking from the wound, you knew the knife was still in the wound so it would keep you from bleeding too much. You were starting to feel light-headed as you descended the four floors to the ground level.

It was when you were almost at the ground level you missed a step, slipping down the last few steps. Aizawa was quick to grab you by your shoulders pulling you up. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I-I’m fine.” You said trying to stand but your legs were shaky.

“Is that blood?” He asked spotting the red spreading through your shirt and now jacket.

You moved to try and hide it but you realized it was too much now. “I’m fine.” You said trying to sound more confident now.

Aizawa moves your open jacket out of the way to see the knife in your stomach. “You’re not fine!” His voice is harsh and you can see in his eyes how upset he is.

“I-” You start but he cut you off.

“How long did you think you could hide this?” His voice was firm but still upset.

Your eyes move to the ground, not wanting to look at him.

Aizawa lets out a heavy sigh. “We need to get you to medical now.” He said. “I’m going to carry you.

Before you can argue he picks you up carefully, holding you in a princess carry. He moves out of the stairwell through the lobby and to the lockdown checkpoint.

You hate it, you hate the memories of the times he carried you like this while you giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. You hate the way his hands are so gentle around you. You hate the way you miss him so much even after all this time.

The sunlight should feel like relief, feel like safety but all you can think about is how you wish you never had to leave his arms.

Aizawa sets you down on a gurney at the triage tent set up for this disaster. Laying down you feel dizzy and sick but you have this overwhelming want to have him stay.

Maybe it’s the fear of the knife still stuck in your stomach or the attack you just faced but when Aizawa turns to move you grab his wrist.

“Please-” Your voice is weak. “Stay.”

“I-” Aizawa’s voice is low. “I just need to get a medic. I’m not going to leave.”

You’re surprised, you think that he should probably go back in and help the other heroes to stop the villains there but the last thing you’re gonna do right now is argue.

Aizawa returns to your side and you’re shocked when he takes your hand in his. A doctor approaches you and assesses your wound.

“We need to get her to a hospital, if we remove this here she will bleed out.” They said.

“I’ll go with her,” Aizawa said shocking you again.

They loaded you into the ambulance and Aizawa stayed by your side. You didn’t understand why he was staying with you and you felt conflicted. Every part of you wanted him here but you didn’t want to face the moment he walked away.

At the hospital, they’re able to stabilize you and get a scan to confirm the wound hasn’t hit any organs or major arteries. Aizawa stays by your side as much as he can and when they finally are ready to remove the knife and stitch you up he’s there holding your hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” He said as he held your hand, you hate how much you love it. You close your eyes as they pull the knife out, it doesn't hurt because they’ve numbed you but the sensation is still disturbing and you let out a gasp.

You need something to distract you.

“Why did you break up with me?” The question leaves your mouth before you can stop yourself. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see the doctor who is stitching up your wound glance over at you for a moment before resuming. You know this isn’t the time or place but you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get it again.

Aizawa stares at you for a moment before sighing. “I was scared.” He said. You’re surprised that he answered you but you’re even more surprised by his answer.

“What?” You asked confused.

“I broke up with you because I was scared of losing you.” He explained.

“I would never leave,” You said.

“I didn’t think you were going to leave- I-” He paused, his eyes glancing away before returning to your gaze. “A friend of mine, a hero, she lost her husband. It was really hard to watch, she fell apart- I couldn’t stop wondering what would happen if something happened to you.”

“Shouta-” You said softly.

“I obsessed over it, and when you had that run-in with a villain because they targeted you because you were close to me- it was the breaking point. I didn’t want to put you in danger and I didn’t want to lose you.” He explained.

“And here we are,” Probably not the right time for a joke but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “You’re right. I realized a while ago that I was wrong for breaking up with you. It was cruel to do that to you with no explanation and I ruined the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

You stared at him surprised by his words. Your attention was fully off the discomfort of being stitched up.

“I regretted it from the day I broke up with you but for months I told myself it was to protect you but the reality is I was scared and I should have just dealt with my feelings in a healthy way instead of pushing you away.” He said. “I’ve been a coward, avoiding you when I should have been at your door begging you to forgive me and take me back.”

Maybe you died. That was your first thought at his words. How many times had you wished Shouta had come to you and asked for you back? And here you were, being stitched up by a doctor for a stab wound and Shouta was holding your hand telling you he should have never left.

“Shouta-” You said looking up at him. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wished you would come back, how many times I wanted to chase after you and beg you to explain what happened.” Your eyes started to burn with tears.

He looked relieved, a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re all stitched up, we’d like to move you to a room so we can keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have an infection.” The doctor said feeling hesitant to interrupt your moment.

You looked at her feeling awkward that you just had that moment in front of a stranger. “Thank you.” You said.

After being moved into a regular room Aizawa sat at your side.

The room was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, I know what I did was hurtful and immature and I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that.” He said. “But I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t ask you if you would ever consider taking me back. I love you, I never stopped loving you and you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Maybe it was the pain medicine but you stared at Shouta for a moment in disbelief.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You said, maybe it was the stress of the day but you started to tear up. “I never stopped loving you, all I’ve ever wanted is you back.”

Aizawa looked at you with soft eyes. He moved closer, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. “I was so scared today when I saw all that blood. I thought the worst.”

You grabbed his arm, gently pulling him closer. “Thank you for saving me, for getting me out.”

He looked at you with warm eyes, you could feel his love through his gaze. “I will always be there to save you,” He said softly. “I promise, I’ll never leave your side again.”

Your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

You didn’t know what the future held but it didn’t matter now that you had the love of your life back at your side.

[takami-takami]

more on sexually repressed Keigo: he doesn't want to scare off his crush with his sex drive so every date is like edging himself almost?? it's so good but so painful and whenever they kiss him they press into him just hard enough he makes a strangled moan/ chirping noise in the back of his throat. yeahhhhhh

🪷 anon

Oh my God, those little makeout sessions at the end of your dates have simultaneously become the highlight of his week and the bane of his existence.

You're his first real crush, he thinks, and that brings with it a myriad of... disorienting feelings that go past just butterflies and innocent longing.

Keigo has a commendable will and ability to conceal his newly found desires; but oh my fucking god he wishes he didn't have to. He knows you want him, too. When he presses himself against you, feathers pick up on that pounding heartbeat not from your chest, but from between your thighs.

It makes him throb in more ways than one, too.

He swats the thoughts away, shooing them off like a dog at the foot of a table. He'll be damned if he doesn't do romance right by you. Oh, you'd think he's such a freak if you knew, he's convinced.

He can't have you thinking that; so with a huff, he squeezes your hand before dropping you off at your front door yet again. The fingers on his right hand twitch when you blow him a kiss. He buries them in his pocket, turning away with a wave on his left before he takes flight, all to go home and fuck that same fist raw for another agonizing night alone.

[chaotic-on-main]

I'M BACK.

Hi guys. I hope you're ready for this.

Welcome to the first ever cringefest hosted by literally all of us writers on tumblr.

What is cringefest, you might be asking? Well my lovely tumblr fiend, this is an event for us lovely creative writers to band together and let go of all our inhibitions. I personally find that I stress out a lot about my writing, making sure it's professional and well written (hell I'm doing it right now as I write this) and that can be very taxing to go through! It's literally so stressful. But what if we said fuck it and wrote for the sake of it?? To be dumb, to laugh at our dumb ideas.

Let's put our blorbos into some situations, yeah??

But first, some answers to some questions:

What do I do?

Write the cringiest, most stupid drabble (or a one-shot if you have more to say) you can about whatever you want.

This is open to any fandom, character, show, anime, movie, trope etc etc.

You need to put them in some real cringy situations though. And make sure your writing itself is cringy, don't hold back!!

Please tw/cw accordingly.

Smut is allowed obviously, I'm not your mom, but again mark MDNI and tw/cw accordingly.

Can I join even if I don't write normally?

ABSOLUTELY. This is open to EVERYONE. AND I MEAN EVERYONE.

How long does this last?

This will be open starting Saturday, July 8th and will close on Saturday, July 15th.

Who do I tag once I'm done, and what do I tag it as?

Tag me, @chaotic-on-main, so that I can compile everyone's stories into one masterpost as they come in.

As for the tags, please tag it as #cringelord69 (thanks @humanitys-strongest-bamf) and #23cringefest!

I don't feel good about knocking on certain things.

This isn't a question but I hear you!! I also don't want this to feel like this is a 'shitting on' contest, BECAUSE IT'S NOT. This collab is not meant to be mean, discriminatory, or judgmental. The point of this is not to make fun of characters, tropes, scenarios, ESPECIALLY WRITERS. This is literally us having fun and writing these characters in the dumbest way possible. Think of my immortal from all those years ago. YEAH. THAT MY IMMORTAL.

I'm worried about being bullied for my writing.

Again, not a question, but that's okay! So listen bud, this is the best thing about being cringy on purpose. We're out here being shitty for the sake of being shitty and anyone that makes fun of you is the dummy for not understanding the assignment.

Try not to worry about it, but if you are, please just send it to me in an anon and I will post it and link it to the masterpost. Easy peasy!

I said I'd tag those who reblogged the original post here in case you were all interested and wanted to partake!

@wyvernslovecake @humanitys-strongest-bamf @highgoon69 @roseofdarknessblog @sckerman @suukee @kingkonoha @honeylavendr @rae-does-stuff @oxygenbefore1775

don't forget guys, CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD.

HAVE FUN WITH THIS!!

[rabbitsonthemoon]

MHA fic plot bunny (eraserdust-ish??? but not really???)

remember when I said I didn't /think/ I'd put any mature content on this blog? hahaha. same vibes as me thinking I'd 'just' write 20k words of a story. I mean, does it count if they don't actually do anything smutty? just that the subject is mature and has sexual themes??? Anyway I'll put it below the cut just in case, advert your eyes if it's not your cuppa.

tw: sex pollen (but not in the way you think), dubcon (in the sense that this Would Not Be Happening At All if not for the sex pollen), sexual themes, fear of noncon (due to misunderstandings), kidnapping, no smut, no romance, no feelings, kind of fuck or die but not really, Tomura is asexual in this one.

got bitten on the ankle by a plot bunny. mature rated MHA fic, partly crack treated seriously, about Shigaraki getting hit with a sex pollen-esque quirk in an attempt to weaken the LOV, except it does take asexuality into account so instead of being overwhelmed by lust and falling apart he's just. so fucking annoyed. so miserable. so done. his cock is not allowed to take that tone with him. the only relief that works for him is physical contact. cuddling and touching. except he doesn't want to touch anyone because of his quirk. he doesn't want to risk dusting one of his party members and the list of people allowed in his personal space is very. sad.

this is after Kurogiri got yoinked and before they found gigantomachia (canon who?), which might help explain why there were only one brain cell left in the LOV. They want to help Tomura, of course. He's miserable and the quirk lasts as long as a common cold if it's left to its own devices. They're also broke as hell. They really wish Kurogiri was there. He would know what to do. As far as a sabotage plot goes, quirking up Shigaraki to weaken the league is unfortunately working, just not in the intented way. he's miserable and it's everyone's problem. the itching is worse than ever and there's only so many spare shirts they're willing to rip up for bandages. point is, they're getting desperate.

and never underestimate the desperation of idiots.

they turn from looking at villains to looking at heroes. obviously it has to be an adult. which removes a hilariously sad amount of people from the pool because most of their heroic beef has been with a class of teenagers.

hey, how about their teacher? the one who erases quirks? tomura is still in absolute misery and completely misses the Signs That Something Is Amiss when he gets asked for his opinion on Eraserhead (he's still cool, wish he was a recruitable party member, his quirk would be useful).

fortunately for them, there's a feral cat hanging around their latest hideout that the whole league has been feeding, like the most poorly-kept secret. the cat is plump and trusting. heroes do things like rescue innocent animals, right?

perfect pro hero bait.

(the amount of heroes who would actually fall for this is a statistical error. Aizawa Shouta, who follows stray cats during his time off, is an anomaly and should not be counted)

cool. pro hero successfully captured. they have until he doesn't show up for his next class before the entire wrath of Yuuei and most of the underground heroics network comes down on their heads. Compress caught him in a marble. Cat was a paid actor and compensated with tuna. Cat is fatter and happier. unfortunately they have to. you know. let him out. It's a bit like trying to prepare and hype up the team to release a pissed-off lion.

cannot emphasise enough what a Terrible No Good Day this is for Aizawa. His evening plans consisted of changing into the comfiest pink sweatpants he has, finishing some grading, and falling asleep on top of the papers. This was not what he signed up for when he followed a weird little girl (disguised Toga) into an alleyway because he heard a cat and was told it needed rescuing. Now he's surrounded by the villains who attacked Class 1-A.

For the LOV, trying to explain themselves while trying to avoid getting their throats ripped out by a underground pro hero with a grudge is a WHOLE different kind of problem. they are. a lot more scared of him than he realizes. and that was before he pulled out the big knife!

In the League's defense, it never crossed their minds that getting into a four-way brawl with Eraser (Toga took a long hike with the cat) while explaining that they kidnapped him because Shigaraki's been hit with a sex pollen quirk and they ran out of options really wasn't A+ communication.

Shigaraki gets drawn to the fuss (read: they're being so fucking noisy while he's trying to sleep through the quirk) and it sure is a moment. misunderstanding cleared very fast, but Dabi is not getting those torn staples back, Twice is very grateful that his mask protected his eyes, and Spinner is Googling if mutant quirk-types can get rabies.

Eraser is suspicious as hell of the whole thing, but the ordeal sounds so stupid that he kind of believes it on principle. he's very glad that the cat is fine. the cat honestly wins more trust than any reassurance that he isn't under any obligation to stay, they just need help and couldn't think of any better way to make him hear them out than kidnapping him. still not allowed to know where he is, though, because it's a nice hideout. (Shigaraki has never come closer to dusting his own teammates.).

Because he's terrifyingly logical and efficient, Eraser is actually hearing them out + he's an absolute demon to bargain with. They get their human hot water bottle that doesn't mind being the recipient of a quirked-up Tomura's clinginess, he gets a free nap and valuable intel about the LOV's future plans and members. Probably nothing the police wouldn't have found eventually, but very neatly packaged instead of taking months to piece together. Sexual intimacy is off the table. He'll Erase Tomura's quirk if he feels threatened. The eye drops stay close by. Either of them can back out at any time. Eraser keeps his mouth shut for privacy's sake. They owe him a bottle of whiskey for the inconvenience and a fucking week of going radio silent on villain work. He wants regular updates on the cat. They keep their end of the bargain, he'll keep his.

Shigaraki would die from embarrassment if he didn't already feel like he was dying from touch starvation. Good thing Eraser is very warm and pliable (caterpillar man), and has seen far too much to be fazed by this. probably knows a thing or two about ways to alleviate the suffering caused by the quirk, like heaping on any pillows and blankets from around the hideout. It's still awkward, of course. Sleepover from hell for both of them basically. There's an inherent sort of trust you need for this that is. not fucking there. but Eraser is trustworthy. even when Tomura's body is reacting with arousal dialed up to eleven, much to his dismay. It's like a sick day. But kinky. Except communication and understanding skips the kinky. Probably the most healthy interaction he's had. (yikes).

ofccourse you can't be cuddling the enemy through a sex pollen buzz without some kind of angst! Tomura isn't going to lie around all day, and his new Erasure hero blanket is portable. You bet he's still being a restless, scratchy bastard, playing his video games, trying to pretend the league isn't hovering like flies. And sure, Eraser's job here is just to laze around for Shigaraki to cling onto, but his trauma??? adoptable??? senses are tingling. Tomura says the most fucked up little things, nestled in those long rants about enemy hitboxes and the plague of heroic society and That Ending Was Bullshit, Actually.

The LOV are running out of nails to bite. doesn't help that Eraser is observant as hell and clocking them whether they like it or not. Kidnapping a pro hero with the keenest fucking sight was A Mistake, Actually, but by now Tomura is satisfied with the arrangement and it's too late for regrets. Eraser's phone might ring, might be Mic because he had a weird feeling today was a prime day for his friend to get kidnapped by villains while looking for a cat under suspicious circumstances, or something. well. his gut wasn't wrong, but Eraser's got it handled, and he wins more trust tokens by rolling a nat 20 on deception, all good here, see you tomorrow, grab me a coffee.

I think in the end the real winner here is the cat. Nothing but a good time for that spoiled little bastard. If Eraser accidentally slightly tames the LOV like a pack of feral cats by proxy, that's entirely covered by their NDA. The quirk breaks by the next day. It's a struggle to get Eraser to leave, because he's having a very comfortable sleep for once + staying in the captivity of the LOV is marginally nicer than being the homeroom teacher of the hell class. Perils of opening your secret villain hideout to the prince of sleep.

They tempt him out with the cat.

I'm gonna write this one into a full fic. ❤️ I'm craving sweets that the bakery (Ao3) does not have!!! I'll make my own then. >:3

[doumadono]

My Hero Academia

“I don’t hate it” - Dabi x Reader A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader “You belong to me” - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) A phone call - Shoto Todoroki x Reader A sultry greeting - Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (NSFW) An explosive shoulder to lean on - Bakugo x Reader Practice makes perfect - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Just a little longer - Aizawa x Reader (NSFW)

Bakugo learning Polish - headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Game night - Nanami x Reader A dark library - Choso x gn!reader Conquering jealousy - Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Demon Slayer

A well-deserved prize - Douma x Reader (NSFW) Small dose - Obanai x Reader x Kanroji (NSFW)

Douma & Reader in the same bed for the first time - headcanons Douma & tsundere s/o - headcanons

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[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel happy early birthday! I would like to ask R with Hawks please and thank you

Hello and thank you for the birthday wishes already! Enjoy your chicken hero, anon!

2nd person. GN reader. No warnings, just fluff.

R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Hawks is someplace in the middle ground when it comes to romance. He is definitely romantic at heart, but his visions are usually grander than the actual execution of them. He loves the idea of big romantic gestures, but finds himself running out of time to plan them more often than not. After all, his job takes a lot out of him and while he loves you more than anything in the world, he has to do his hero job, saving who he can, and that costs him a lot of time and energy. 

He does like the little things he can do: getting you your favorite takeout, showing up unexpectedly or earlier when you are alone, waiting for him to come home from yet another mission. He brings home souvenirs and other little gifts that reminded him of you, and he is always thinking of you, texting, sending pictures and calling whenever he can.

He likes a little humor in his romantic gestures. After all, your relationship makes him happy, you make him happy, and that needs to be celebrated. He will also take you on active dates, preferably those where you can just work together towards something, whether it’s escape rooms, interactive museums or just amusement parks. Hawks wants to have fun with you, although he will always make sure to let you know that he’s already having fun by just having you near.

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