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◇ After five years together with Midoriya, you find yourself newly single and heartbroken. When he starts dating again, you shout a bold-faced lie to the universe that wraps you and Katsuki Bakugou together for better or worse. In order to save face, you need to work together with the grumpiest man on the planet.

◇ Verity (noun): The quality or state of being truthful or honest. Also your Hero Name to go along with your quirk of forcing others to tell the truth.

ProHero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader (Brief Midoriya x Reader)

◈ Pro Hero, Fake engagement

!!: angst, sex, cheating

Normally updates Tuesdays and Fridays at 3pm PST

◇ Chapter 1: It Starts With a Breakup

◇ Chapter 2: Life Goes On

◇ Chapter 3: Always Second Place

◇ Chapter 4 - Coming September 6, 3pm PST

◇ Chapter 5

◇ Chapter 6 (18+)

◇ Chapter 7

◇ Chapter 8

◇ Chapter 9 (18+)

◇ Chapter 10

◇ Chapter 11

◇ Chapter 12

◇ Epilogue

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𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓’𝐒 𝟎.𝟓𝐊 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

@yuutakuns | okkotsu yuuta x reader

thank you so much for your request lovely, your kind words mean so much to me <3. kissing you very gently on the forehead 😽 also this is more than 300 so sorry i got carried away 😭😭

song inspo: love is only a feeling | joey bada$$

cw: cunnilingus, spit, overall softer than intended, male masturbation, a couple of thigh slaps

your skin bristles at the sound of your front door slamming, heart beating with anticipation as your lover stomps through your shared space. cabinets slam and curses leave his lips as he makes his way into the kitchen. heat begins pooling in your stomach at his frustrations, mind numbing at the thought of him taking all his pent up frustration on you instead. “yuu?”, you call softly, rounding the corner to join him in the kitchen. your eyes take in the back of him, his hands pressed onto the counter as his head hangs low.

“yuuta?” you call out again, “is everything okay?” he sighs heavily before turning to face you, weary eyes meeting your own. his tense body relaxes as you move behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. he grasps your hands firmly in his, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “it is now,” he says, smile on his face as he glances back at you. your face mirrors his own, pressing a chaste kiss in between his shoulders. “long day?” you ask, fingers slipping through his larger ones. he hums in acknowledgement, pressing more kisses to your hands before turning to face you. “so long,” he sighs, “was thinking about you all day, sweetheart. just wanted this.” 

your grin spreads at his words, standing up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. he sighs in content, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth when you allow his entrance. the hands on your waist tighten, pushing you back until you’re flush against the island behind you. “gonna let me use you?” he asks breathlessly, “pretty pussy always makes me feel so much better.” you whimper at his words, pulling him in for a salacious kiss. his hands move under your thighs, placing you on the space behind you before slotting himself between your spread legs. his hands slide up your body, pushing up his stolen shirt in his wake. “this what you were thinking about all day?” you ask with a teasing grin. his eyes search yours, pressing another kiss to your lips. “yeah,” he answers shamelessly, lips moving to mouth over your neck. you let out a moan at the feeling of him leaving his mark down you, breath catching in your throat when his hands squeeze your chest thumbs flicking over your pert nipples. 

“wanted you all day, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, “the only one who can make me feel better.” you keen at his words, hips grinding into him. he swats your thigh, rubbing his hands over the mark to shush your outcry. “patience, baby. be good,” he says. he moves away from you then, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter. heart racing in anticipation as his mouth travels up you thigh, fingers pulling down your underwear before spreading you wider for him. “fuck,” he groans, “so pretty, so wet. this all for me?” you nod frantically before yelping at the sting in your thigh. “words, sweetheart. don’t play games, not today.” your eyes gloss over in lust at the sight of him on his knees for you, hands fisting his cock slowly as he looks up at you. “‘s for you, yuuta. all for you.” he hums in approval, mouth moving to press a kiss to your leaking slit. “be a good girl for me and cum on my tonge, kay?” he says before running his tongue through your folds. “yes!” you cry out, “yes, yuuta. please.” the sound of his tongue running through you along with his hand fisting his own cock fills the room, overpowered by your cries of pleasure. he moans into your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“fuck, yuuta. don’t stop. ‘m gonna cum.” his tongue runs flat over your clit at your words, moving his head side to side, hand moving faster on his leaking cock. he unlatches from you, spitting onto your already drooling cunt before thrusting his tongue as deep as he can. “cumming! y-yuuta, ‘m cumming,” you moan, hands gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “cum for me,” he moans into your slit, his hips bucking up into his own hand as pleasure washes over him. both of your sounds fill the small kitchen as you cum on his face, his hand slowing on his cock, bringing you both down from your highs. you breathe heavily as he stands up again, pressing his lips to yours. “are you good now?” you ask breathlessly. “let me cum in my pretty pussy and i’ll be better than just ‘good’,” he says with a grin. 

STUNNING!!

Some affectionate sketches

Okay goodnight akdksks

I thought about coloring these but akjsksjs eh

𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

Part 1:  S♡ul-mate

Characters: Dabi x Gn! reader  

Genre: ANGST, Soulmate-au

Warnings: blood, death, family issue, gore, violence, vomiting

Writer: @ white-poppie  

A/N: Reader is a civilian, more specifically a medical student with a Claw-quirk. They have retractable claws like lion.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

They say even hell forgives those who turned due to  pain, but heaven doesn’t let them become the patron saint of someone’s demise. 

So they just linger, hauntingly, between the crevices and cracks of the earth. In places where the freaks rule, in places where people who never truly received love roam.

Dabi shared an uncanny appearance with his mother, he carried her tenderness and her insanity too. They both had the same eyes; exhausted, tired. But his rage, his mother never wore rage–it is something that he got from the wretched old man of his.

The anger that turned him into a monster, a walking morgue.

“Y/n,” he repeated the name like it was a chant. Skin burning where they had touched in the dream; his hands. Those scabbard and blood clad hands. Dream was a different thing, to see an abomination like him in real life? They would run away.

‘I don’t mind Dabi at all, he is just a product of this gangrenous society who failed to protect Touya.’

“Fuck,” he breathed out shakily, hands shivering from the burden of being so vulnerable with someone. 

He walked up to the lavatory, splashing water on his face, he stared at his dull reflection, tired and sleepless, for he was too scared to sleep and face you again, he would rather be awake. But now his body was begging him to rest, limbs straining under the weight of his misery.

He let out a growl and smashed his fist into the mirror. The shimmering shards fell down like cosmic dust in the dark, abandoned motel: his home.

Crimson blood stained his knuckles. He shook his hand and dried it with his towel and climbed in his bed. What is a little blood anyway? The last thing he heard was the sound of his heart palpating against his ribs as he fell into a deep slumber.

“Touya,” he heard his name being whispered like the most tender thing in the world. He could almost feel how their lips parted as they spoke the syllables.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the scene, the marbled background over his head. He was laying down. A presence was beside him, they sat next to him, a watery-smile etched on their face. A little melancholic, a little forced, a little painful.

He sat upright and looked at them, savoring the contour of their face. He wanted to remember all of it like it was something he would see everyday.

“Y/N,” he said, but a faint rasp, his hand automatically cupped their face, thumb rubbing circles on the apple of their cheek.

“You are killing me,” you choked out, “does it bring you joy to see me tormented?”

“No. No, never,” he gulped and shook his head, chest heaving up and down, ”I’m just scared y’know, not used to being so close to someone. To let my walls down.”

“You don’t have to act strong around me,” you pressed your forehead against his, “let your guard down for once, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you–ever again.”

“Pretty big words coming from a doctor with a villain as a soulmate,” he laughed, his breath hitting your face like the warmth of cocoa on a winter day.

“Villains aren’t born Touya, they are made, and I won’t forgive anyone who did this to you,” you pulled away, but your touch lingered. Your eyes fell on his bloody hand and a gasp left your throat.

You cradled his much larger palm in yours, examining the bruise, “did you hit someone before falling asleep?”

“Something,” he corrected, “punched the mirror.”

You huffed and flicked his forehead, “Idiot, I told you that I would take care of you when others hurt you. Now I have to take care of you when you hurt yourself too.”

His cerulean eyes suddenly fell dead serious. Like gentle lapping of tides against the land, “Y/N..may I…kiss you?” The words felt bitter on his tongue. He was sure you would decline, it had been barely two days you had known him.

“Touya,” you laughed, “why’d you even ask?” His eyes widened in surprised.

“Even though we have known each other for the least time; our souls are entangled, we can never be unloved by each other,” you whispered.

It was euphoric how your lips interlocked perfectly, drawled and soft lingers like a whispered-curse echoing in your mind, making you crave for more. It was like all the circuits in your brain had fused and you were becoming putty under Dabi’s gentle caresses.

When he pulled away you didn’t feel breathless, it felt so natural that the kiss was supposedly like a gentle gust of air.

You felt the realm fading away, an indicator that your time was up

“I want to meet you in real life,” you answered, “when, Touya?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, “4 PM, near the twilight motel.” Were the last words you heard as you were forced into awareness.

You checked your outfit in the mirror for what seemed like the nth time, heart pulsing in your chest; you were beyond nervous or happy–you were petrified yet elated. Locking the door of your house behind you, you checked the time on your phone– 3:35 PM, you had enough time to reach.

The abandoned building of twilight motel was a walking distance from your house, you just had to cross through the city centre. 

It was eerie how awfully quiet the area was. You could hear your breath echo from within the surrounding buildings. Where was everyone?

Before you could even let out a scream, you felt yourself being pushed into the glass of one of the buildings, a strangled gasp left your throat and eyes blurred while you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

A hero, oh no. You were caught up in a conflict with no escape. “Run!” the hero shouted just as he suffered another hit from the villain who payed no mind to you. 

Your legs were awfully numb as you tried crawling way from the fight. A little more, towards the main road, then you would be safe. You stood up and picked your pace, ears ringing in fear and desperation. You couldn’t hear the car honk that came towards you, flashing lights that danced in your vision as your eyes widened…

and

then

it 

felt

awfully

warm

Touya was beyond scared when you didn’t come even when it was around 5 PM. His mind revolted yet his legs were carrying him out at this point. This area was clad with lowly scums who would pounce on any docile prey such as yourself.

He checked around the alleys, to find nothing but rats. He went back to his room to get a jacket and covered himself up till his neck, he ran towards the city centre. Eyes meeting with a crowd of unruly passers, all gathered up whispering around something. His heart dropped to his stomach, sweat formed in his hands and yet he walked towards the people, shuffling a bit inside, apologizing for bumping into people.

As he reached the centre of the hoard, bile rose to his stomach and he felt like vomiting. He kept a hand on his mouth to avoid barfing, tremors ran throughout his body and his knees were close to buckling. 

To think the first time Dabi would have seen in you in real life would be the last time too.

People like him don’t deserve a soft epilogue. People like him drag everyone around them, down. Burn to dust. It was his fault, all his fault. He was going to make the heroes pay.

He walked away from the people and saw you being carried into a ambulance. Entering one of the alleys he puked into one of the dumpsters, eyes burning with rage and tears that streamed down. He slid down a wall, sobs echoing from between the walks, hands shivering and throat hoarse from screaming.

Guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

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tw: death, 18+ only: sukuna is very protective over his little wife.

“Woah, she’s hot!”

That was the first comment. SUKUNA knew then he wanted to kill this man.

“Shit, look at her.” The vulgar stranger whistled, his lustful eyes trailing the curves of your body. “I hope I can get five minutes alone with her in the bathroom.”

Sukuna swallowed a sip of his dark liquor.

He and this stranger were the only two individuals at the gathering sitting on the couches instead of mingling with the others. It was the perfect spot for him to keep an eye on you, his sweet little wife, but him alone. This man? Who dared to join Sukuna on the couch and pour himself a shot of whiskey?

He was going to die tonight. Sukuna was certain of it.

Sukuna turned to face one of the bodyguards standing beside the couch — not that Sukuna needed any protection. Silently, he gestured in your direction, and the bodyguard immediately understood Sukuna’s wordless command.

The stranger watched the interaction take place. He watched the guard approach you and guide you over to the sitting area, and he smiled wildly.

“You’re bringing her to me? You’re a good man,” he said.

Sukuna took another sip of his dark liquor.

When you arrived, a kind smile on your face, Sukuna put his glass down on a nearby table and patted his lap twice.

Happily, you took your seat, and his large hand rubbed your hip.

Oh, the man was stunned. Angry.

“Hey, I called dibs on that bitch first,” he spat.

Sukuna watched the corners of your lips fall as the man continued on, on, and on. During his ramble, Sukuna whispered in your ear, “Close your eyes and cover your ears, girl.”

You did as you were told, though it did little to muffle the sound of the gunshot that came seconds later.

The party guests were silent for a moment, but after observing you in Sukuna’s lap, a gun in his hand, and an unfamiliar dead body bleeding out on the couch, they were quick to return to their conversations.

After all, Sukuna owned this building. This party was his. And this wasn’t the first time he had to murder someone on his kindhearted wife’s behalf.

“Hey,” Sukuna, who was aggressive with every other soul except for you, spoke softly. “I’ll cheer you up when we get home, pretty girl.”

With him, that could have meant watching reruns of your favorite show with you, or him sloppily licking at your clit until you came repeatedly.

More than likely both.

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note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

on your life (and for the rest of mine)

the odyssey

blackmail

then and now

the death sentence

hell is still in session

chained

like warmth to the freezing

you're mine

in the plain cold night

downfall

playful interruption

nearly a blip in time

the offering

dire straits

a lesson in paradise

unlikely reunion

somewhere only we know

gingerbread

double trouble

annoying brat

not many women

little spider

a curse left behind

unholy

lifetimes

the pact

sukuna + glasses

woodsmoke and toasted marshmallows

bells

no name romance

only yours, forever

"Don't do that." He wanted to come off as harsh. Yet instead of the usual sharpness of his voice, his words sounded pleading. Desperate and in pain. "Don't smile like that."

"Like what?" The corners of your mouth faltered in worry. And the corners of his eyes wrinkled, purple irises swirling with the kind of agony he told you he loathed feeling. Like you had driven a knife to his chest where his heart should be.

"Don't smile like you love me."

Don't make him feel anything again. You promised you wouldn't.