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three’s company

pairing: kiribaku x f!reader

summary: after you find out your boyfriend cheated on you, you accidentally stumble into Kirishima and Bakugou’s apartment rather than your own. But they’re more than happy to take care of you. 

minors dni

a/n: ooc shindou, infidelity mention, hurt/comfort/smut, facefucking, unprotected s*x, bakugou does degredation and praise, kiri just does praise, insecure reader. 

The low hum of conversation, the tinkling of the glasses, the soft yellow light, all add to the perfect romantic atmosphere, you sip the champagne your boyfriend ordered, it was sweeter than you’d normally go for but tonight was a special occasion. 

He looked nervous, but that was normal right, I mean anyone would be nervous before they proposed. You carefully inspect the champagne flute again, just to make sure there wasn’t a ring at the bottom. You’d been clear with him that you never wanted jewelry in your food, but you can’t be sure he was listening. It was hard to tell, when Shindou was listening to you.

“Yo,” You say softly, “Thank you for this.” You look around. “I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve done something really special.” He gives you a little smile. 

“Yeah,” he reaches across the table and takes your hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “This is nice, isn’t it, just you and I.” You nod, giving him an encouraging smile. “I uh,” he presses his lips together. “I’ve gotta talk to  you about something, something important.” You feel his eyes flick over your body. “You look fucking incredible, by the way.” You nodded again, you knew, you knew you looked amazing, chest barely contained in a red satin dress that slinked over your curves, just enough makeup so that it looked like you’d been born this naturally beautiful, hair softly framing your face, eyes glowing like embers. 

“Thank you,” You say politely. “What did you want to say, Yo?” He swallows, looking nervous, years of hero training taking over, he eyes the exits. You misinterpret it, and give his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, just talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” 

“I do.” He says, “And of course, you’d be talking me through this.” He bites his lower lip quickly before speaking. “You’re such a good person. And I uh,” he lets go of your hand, rubbing his handsome face. “And I know that I uh, I feel like I’m not worthy of you, sometimes.” You open your mouth and he puts a hand up, “Please, please let me finish, I just uh, I did something, y/n.” You nod, trying to memorize everything about this moment, the soft jazz playing in the background, the look in his dark eyes, the butterflies soaring in your stomach. “I slept with my ex. Last week. It just happened.” 

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all it took was seeing one (1) tweet about kita with ducks and a friend telling me I should follow my heart to find myself here 

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Wonho makin his way onto anime tumblr is a blessing

miya osamu on his way to his onigiri shop.

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Edits for people who don't know!

1. Periods:

When we have periods, we cannot fast in Ramadan, but we have to pay the lost days back by fasting in another month immediately!

2. Medicine:

Medicine is taken in Sahur or Iftar, the meals before and after fasting, however if your illness requires you to take it during the day, it's okay to not fast, but you still have to pay it back if you heal again.

Point 1 and 2: it's done like this because your health comes first. Fasting requires you to be in optimal condition, and Allah will not force you outside of your own limitations.

3. What if your Illness is so bad?

If your illness cannot heal and you're sick all the time, you can pay Fidyah instead of paying the fast back. Fidyah is donating to feed the poor.

4. Music

Depending on different Madhabs or opinions, many people have debated whether or not Music is haram. It is often discussed due to some music having the ability to arouse sexual feelings or hinder worship in general. Ofc you can choose which opinions works best for you, you must know that if you do consider music not haram, don't let it hinder your prayers, fasting, or Quran reading.

5. Swearing

It doesn't officially break the fast, BUT it greatly reduces the rewards. Fasting is about self control, some say swearing makes your fasting useless even though it doesn't break it.

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here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup. 

Your friend’s party became a bit too ferall for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out. 

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar. 

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party. 

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar. 

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THIS IS SO HOT AND ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS OMG

Art credit: @e_m.w on Instagram

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Do you ever look at your pet and go holy shit that is a little beast moving and doing things of its own volition. In my home

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When the Coil Breaks

Levi Ackerman X Fem!Reader

A/N: I DID IT! FINALLY! BEHOLD THE KINKTOBER OFFERING! TAKE IT AWAY. I HATE IT. (Heck it’s long af. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written. Brace yourself babies, it’s a hell of a long haul this one.)  @ackermans-freedom-inc​ there’s something special in there for you too *wink wonk* - Nemo

Warning(s): NSFW Content. 18+ only, please. (Be good children. Make momma proud.) Dom!Levi. ‘Captain’ kink. Unprotected sex (stay safe people!). Course Language. I can’t remember if there’s choking but I’ll add in a warning just in case it get’s close to it. 

Listening to: ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande - ’Close ain’t close enough ‘till we cross the line’ 

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You’d known Levi Ackerman for a long time. Ever since he joined with Furlan and Isabel. 

He fought and won in training. He was a whizz with the ODM gear. He never died when he went outside the walls. People liked him even though he did nothing to make them - in fact he did a lot that would make people hate him, and yet you had to meet someone else that blatantly said it. 

Of course, the only person on the entire base that did say it was you. 

Guts of pure steel - The only reason they kept saying it was because to you it applied inside as well as outside the walls. 

For years, throughout everything that you’d both been through together - expedition, after exhausting expedition - the child-like rivalry was still there. 

This particular turn in your relationship  started when you both sat through another meeting, you spent more time sending nasty looks at each other compared to the normal toxic looks you’d be giving to the people on the other side of the room. 

Erwin knew it was a bad idea to bring both of you. But did he listen? Not to himself, at least. Hange - the fool - told him it’d be fine. 

Moral is to not listen to Hange. Or, maybe do listen to Hange. 

By the time the meeting with the Military Police was over, the seething intolerance you shared towards each other was only covered by the boisterous and snobby nature of the opposing military faction. 

Needless to say, the coil inside you was tightening, and you knew from how tight it was that the only way to loosen it would be for something to break. 

Fate was lenient, and set forth a perfect opportunity. 

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!

dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi’s prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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tag your results!

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“good fuckin’ girl” ignites the whore in me

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

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epilogue.

🎀 tying up loose ends.

PAIRING: bad boy!iwaizumi x f!reader

SOUNDTRACK: “lovely” by fly by midnight ft. betty who (fun fact: this song is what inspired the ch. 16 kiss scene as well as the epilogue before i even started writing the series lol)

THE PLAYLIST: youtube || spotify || apple music

SIZE / FLAVOR: 2.6k || fluff

CONTENTS: no warnings, i think??

NOTES: please read the sappy author’s note at the end :’) for now, i’ll leave my ko-fi (@kuroolongtea) here if anyone would like to buy me a coffee/boba, haha (but please, by any means, don’t feel obligated to!). i just hope you enjoy the epilogue, and thank you for a wonderful 19 weeks!

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“Thank you so much,” you say to the cashier, as she helps put all the dinner groceries you just purchased into a plastic bag.

“Have a nice day,” the store employee nods and returns her attention to the next customer in line.

Picking up the hefty bag, you silently pray that you’ll make it home safely without any mishaps; living so close to a market is something you’ve always appreciated about your apartment, but sometimes you get complacent. 

There’s no other way to put it.

Why else would you confidently think you could purchase and walk back with 15 pounds worth of food for the week? Why did you insist on being able to fit everything into one (1) bag when the cashier asked if you wanted another? 

You can’t help but think about how badly Iwaizumi would’ve scolded you for being so stubborn and making yet another terrible decision if he were here.

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THE TEARS NO PLEASE

chapter 18 — parting.

🎀 iwaizumi takes up his final fight, and the two of you come to terms with just how difficult goodbyes can be.

PAIRING: bad boy!iwaizumi x f!reader

SOUNDTRACK: “call me back” by chase atlantic

THE PLAYLIST: youtube || spotify || apple music

SIZE / FLAVOR: 5.1k || fluff + angst but you’ll survive

CONTENTS: profanity, mild(?) violence

NOTES: sorry this chapter was late (i had a bit of a hard time with it so i’m considering rewriting/tweaking it when i have time lol), but friendly reminder that there’s still one more update after this! tune in next week for the series to finally come to an official close :’) 

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Despite the musty air and metal barricades that have—more likely than not—never been sanitized before, you still find yourself breathing heavily and clutching the bars with so much force that your palms grow damp against the hardware. Not even the sweaty bodies bumping into you from left and right can loosen your hold.

It’s not like this is your first time watching Iwaizumi fight in the ring. You should be used to it by now. And yet, the anticipation of having to witness the brawl never seems to get any easier.

Actually, this is your first time here without Oikawa… but a part of you suspects even the brown-haired athlete’s presence wouldn’t ease your nerves. It’s not every day Iwaizumi has to go up against someone with a [one-sided] personal grudge against him who’s even resorted to blackmail at one point, and have the pressure of both his dignity as well as an unimaginable amount of money—which his future could depend on—at stake. 

In all honesty, you wouldn’t blame Iwaizumi if he still decided to lose on purpose tonight; you understand that it’s a “moral compass” as well as a “pride” thing for him, since he was so disgusted by the idea of surrendering to someone who’s put you in danger, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in consideration for the bigger picture, don’t they?

Sure, the shady sponsor who proposed the under-the-table offer and his henchmen are… questionable at best, but you’d be a fool to not recognize how much it would have benefitted Iwaizumi financially. 

He told me to trust him on this one, you remind yourself as the dim basement lights flicker briefly from above. 

Maybe he’ll end up changing his mind—Iwaizumi’s not dumb, after all. 

But a small part of you, though feeling somewhat guilty and almost selfish, hopes that you don’t have to see him get beaten up again. 

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