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cw: referenced abuse, violence, gore, blood, revenge

now you all have me thinking of getou who, once someone has hurt you, wounded you, scarred you so deeply, helps you with revenge.

coos to you what horrible thing you could do to those who wronged you. promises nothing will happen to you again, when you are at his side. he would never let anyone harm a hair on your head—

never mind his own hand, of course.

but coming to him wretchedly angry and so sick with hurt, gnashing your teeth, and crying and crying and crying.

you say things in the heat of the moment you don’t mean—see red. cursing and spitting and wishing harm, violence, revenge. wishing all the worst.

and he doesn’t flinch. he holds you to him, rocking you like a child in his lap, and says you could, you could, you could.

it weeds into your mind. grows thorny and strong.

he guides you, like he always does.

and suddenly you’re in front of the person who hurt you so deeply. and it’s getou’s hand overtop yours, which clutches a gleaming, hooked knife.

and it’s hand that guides yours, his power behind yours, his force.

you, his horrible little marionette doll, as he teaches you how to slash and how to cut and how to stomach the blood.

as he teaches you revenge, teaches you how to gut it and make it yours.

he teaches you until he can cut your strings and you do it all on your own.

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losing what he never had

Summary: Bokuto recounts the worst day of his life that all started with a phone call.

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2822

Warnings: Angst. Pure fucking angst. Character death. Slight mention of pregnancy loss.  

A/N: Thanks to @cosmicmermaid25​ for this prompt. She said “make me cry” I hope this lives up to it. 

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#so sad pls #no fluff here

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Loving Him

pairing: yuji itadori x reader

content: angst, reader is dealing with the aftermath of yuji’s execution.

word count: 1.2k+

a/n: god i’m sad and couldn’t make myself read through this again. so please do not mind any grammatical errors. its the middle of the night but i just really wanna post this because LOTS of feelings going on rn.

The moonlight floods your dormitory, almost shining as if it was casting a spotlight specifically on you sitting upon the cool, hardwood floor. The cold air nips at you, goosebumps raising on your limbs but you can’t find it in you to seek refuge in the covers in the twin-sized bed right in front of you.

Your chest tightening at the thought of crawling into it alone like you attempted to do nights ago. It ended in you drowning in despair, as you no longer felt the presence of his warmth, and the twin-sized bed that was once too small now feels way too big without him in it. You had caught yourself moving over to the right side of the bed, as he always would complain if you would lay on what he claimed as his side of the bed.

“Seriously, Yuji? It is the exact same on that side as it is on this side,” You’d say with annoyance, sitting up to look at him standing beside the bed. He refused to lie down until you’d move over. He would pout and beg, dramatic as he always was.

“But it’s not,” he shook his head side to side, dismissing your statement, “It’s so much comfier, it just feels wrong not sleeping there, (Y/N).” He grips your shoulders with a false sense of urgency.

Back and forth the two of you would go, you trying to make him understand that it literally doesn’t matter and he would rattle on reason upon reason why the left side is the best and why you should roll over and let him have it. Eventually, he’d convince you to do so, though you never planned on not giving it to him. His sweet face could convince you to give him anything he asks, the left side of the bed, your heart, the world, you name it.

Your heart couldn’t handle the feeling of the cold sheets beside you each time you try to sleep on your own again. Each night you manage to convince yourself that you’d hear quiet footsteps sneaking down the hall before stopping right at your door. That you’d hear three swift knocks upon the door, letting you know it was Yuji seeking the comfort of sleeping in your arms as he did every single night. Any noise you heard at night had your heart racing, ready to jump into his arms as he would comb his fingers through your hair and whisper “I love you,” over and over again.

It was in that same exact bed that he told you those three words for the first time. He had come over that night to watch a movie after waiting all week to have some time alone, just you and him outside of your demanding lives. However, he stayed long after the movie was over and forgotten and was talking about anything and everything that came to mind for hours. Sharing smiles, and still reveling in the newness of being with each other as you’d only been dating three months at the time.

He had sat up from beside where you remained laying on the bed, a wicked grin on his face that told you he was up to something. Before you could even register it, his hands had found your sides, tickling them without mercy. Laughs from both you and him filled the room, not caring that Nobara was next door trying to sleep. You had to gasp for air in between laughing because it was just too much while you thrashed uncontrollably underneath his weight.

Then all of a sudden he stopped, remaining in his place above you and you swore you saw the stars in his eyes. He looked at you like no one else had ever before. It was as if everything after that happened in slow motion. His expression was glazed over in what you could only describe as a love-sick gaze and you never saw him the same after that moment. You feel the hand that was previously at your side come up to your face to stroke your cheek with the most soft of touches. Warmth flooded through your body and you both couldn’t stop smiling.

And that’s when the words rolled off his tongue, and you still think that you never heard him sound so sure about something, so certain in the words he spoke. If there was one thing he was certain about, it was how much he loved you. His eyes looked for any signs of unease or doubt in yours, but failed to find any. You said it back without hesitation for the first time, not realizing there would soon be a last time as well.

Hundreds of exchanges of “I love you,” later and now you’re left trying to pick up the mess that is your heart. Your sobs replace the sound of the deafening silence of your dorm for what may be the hundredth time this past week. It was a constant battle within yourself in the dorm. You never want to leave because it reminded you of him, but it was a living hell everytime you even stepped into the room because it reminded you of him. Nobara offered to let you stay with her countless times, knowing you hadn’t been sleeping since the execution, but you keep choosing to put yourself through agony every night as you sit on the floor just as you are now.

Your hands come up to grasp at your tangled hair, body shuddering with each and every sob that echoes through the room. Every single time you brushed off the pain throughout the day comes crashing throughout your body. Confronting the fact that no matter how much you cry, how much you scream, how much you hurt, how much you beg, nothing will be enough to bring him back to you.

It was incredibly cruel for the universe to strip the world of a soul as golden as Yuji’s. Yet you still remain here, which is ripping you apart. Your failure to save the one person closest to you haunts you each and every day. Your best wasn’t enough, and you will never know peace again having to live each day knowing you failed. He should be here, but he’s not. He’ll never be here again. Curling up into a ball, you press your face into the sleeves of the sweatshirt that once belonged to him. You just can’t fathom the fact that you’re still here and he’s not. You’re reaching out for him and being left here, tears rapidly falling upon the cheeks he used to kiss.

You tell yourself that the suffering that comes with each and every day without him is worth it. His death caused a part of you to die alongside him, but you could never regret falling into love with him. You knew from the very start that this was how the two of you were destined to end, even though you tried to convince yourself otherwise. But the idea of never knowing him hurts even worse. Every single minute spent loving him was a minute you’ll never regret because he was yours and you were his. Fate brought you together, forcing you to cross paths. You felt so special amongst every other person in this world because it was you who he loved until his final days. And loving him was the best decision you’ve ever made.

#oh my heart #pls help me I am crying #this was …. i need to take nap after this #my head and eyes hurt #yuji x reader

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love me by the night.

premise: the relationship shared between you and bruce was anything but perfect. it was raw and caked with blood and pain, but it worked.

pairing: bruce wayne x (f)reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: unprotected sex, pain kink (just a little taste, more or less emotions wise), toxic relationships, blood (wounds, cuts, and bruises mentioned), needles mentioned, tragic pasts (readers family life was crap and domestic violence is mentioned briefly), arguments, angst, scratching, probably slightly unrealistic when it comes to certain things lmao. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

etc: i swear i’ll stop writing shitty angst after this lmao. obviously there’s no spoilers and this leans more towards au since we don’t know too much about the batman and his characterization just yet, i literally took what i’ve seen in trailers and ran with it. let’s hope this doesn’t flop and here’s to all of us becoming completely whipped by robert pattinson this month <3

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You’re not sure if it’s the low hiss that shakes through him as you pat the disinfecting cloth to one of the many open wounds littering his back, his body’s instinct to shake and move away from the sting—no matter if it’s helpful or not—clearly being fought off by its host. As if proving, to no one, that a little antiseptic was not a big deal. Especially with gashes as deep as these. His ability to hide any sort of pain he may, or may not, be going through being one of his least rewarding qualities. In your opinion.

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#I’m not of this world after this #i am for the streets #BRUHHHH FUCKING BRUHHHH #I would die on this hill #your battinson is making me cry this morning #i love this so so much #like the angst. the pain. #the fact that he knows he’s hurting her with his lack of actions and words and instead says hurt me like I hurt you? #ARE YOU INSANEEEEEE #the way I just got traumatic flashbacks from that last scene where he and selina didn’t kiss and instead he said ‘goodbye s’ #gawd I almost hit myself over the head with a brick #i love this and it’s so well written #i pray you never stop writing angst but please add some hurt comfort eh my heart can’t take this #battinson x reader

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The Death of Me

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Word count: almost 4K - big whoops!

A/N: This was totally meant to be a drabble / blurb, but the story got away from me! A huge thanks to the sweet anon who submitted this prompt - I was beyond inspired and chuckled warmly throughout the entire writing process. This baby isn’t proofread so thread lightly!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy this one :’) 

Prompt:  Heya! I saw your post about wanting to practice writing short stories so I have a small prompt for Geralt! What about: the reader and Geralt have always had a difficult relationship, always running into each other at the most inconvenient moments and hence disliking each other. However, while Geralt is passing through a village the reader comes barging into his room bloody and near death, only getting a chance to say “I didn’t know where else to go” before collapsing. I would be honoured if the idea inspired you :3

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You’d never considered yourself unlucky but lately life had a funny way of throwing you for a loop, or rather, throwing you to the wolves. One wolf, actually. A damn, irritating, and arrogant white wolf.

At first, it was all business. You’d arrive in a village itching for a contract, only to find that a “legendary witcher” had already come through and taken care of every monster within a two-days ride. Furious, hungry, and broke, you set out determined to get as far as you could and as quickly as possible. Your determination got you far enough that you’d managed a full three months of contract work, but not far enough it seemed.

You’d been on your way to collect payment from your latest contractor when you’d heard the buzz on the street; a witcher had come through asking about work, and had been told to wait and see as someone else (a woman! A human woman!) had already committed to the case. Apparently, he was either incensed or bemused at the idea – the brute was very hard to read, so say the town gossips – but it didn’t matter to you. You beat him to it and now you get to eat. When you finally met with the contractor to collect your coin, you couldn’t help but swell with pride as they thanked you, eyes wide, for taking care of a monster no human ought to be able to handle. You could have sworn your pride had given you wings as you floated out of the inn.

That is, until you heard them mumble under their breath, “Thank Gods that lass was able to handle it! Had it been the witcher, I would have had to pay triple!”

“Thank heavens for cheap labour!” whispered their partner, raising their glass to cheers their big victory.

Suddenly whatever weightlessness you felt transferred onto your coin purse. Biting hard on your cheek you pushed up your chin, determined to remain dignified. But then you saw him.

Impossibly broad chested, rippling muscles evident beneath his leather armour, with golden eyes that reflected back to you with a cruel playful nature that made bile rise in the back of your throat. He held your gaze and raised his own tankard to you as you walked past him. His deep voice rumbled through you as you pushed the door open.

“Cheers to cheap labour,” you heard him say, and swore you could hear the smirk on his full lips.

Groaning furiously, you pushed the door so hard it swung back and slammed shut behind you with such force a flock of birds took off somewhere in town. Undeterred, you stomped off towards your horse and set off at a gallop.

I’m going to make sure I never cross his fucking path ever again, you thought searingly.

You were wrong it turned out, but how were you supposed to know that?

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#oh this is was as angst and sweet as I wanted!!!!! #im in love love with this like completely #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher

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power trip | g. satoru

➳ tags ;; improper bdsm practices (pls discuss smth like this fr w ur partner), 18+, fem!reader, heavy petplay (crawling, commands, collar and leash), the petnames pet and puppy used once, oral (f!recieving), fingering, multiple orgasms, porn with plot, squirting, unprotected sex, humilation a little bit, gojo is a menace to society, alcohol, praise, “good girl”, gojo is a little obsessive, mutually bad at feelings, a confession at the end. lmk if i missed anything!!!

➳ wc ;; 8.7k (im sick. im so sick)

➳ a/n ;; the gojo brainrot has been fucking insane. also very lazy banner, lemme live. special thanks to @katonshoko who is the only reason my fics r readable. love u

➳ synopsis ;; gojo satoru has been your mentor for 4 whole years and not once has he uttered a word of praise for you. it bugs you. you know it shouldn’t.

Gojo Satoru has never been easy to read.

Well.. kinda.

You would say for the most part, he’s hard to read in the sense - he’s unpredictable. He doesn’t follow routine and he hardly does what people expect of him. It’s hard to know his next move and it’s even harder to try and place any reason on his actions. At least for the average person - nothing he does makes sense.

But, you’ve been under his mentorship for the better part of three years. After years of following him around in missions and in general - you understand some things very well. For example - the fact that he’s more often than not calculating even his most ridiculous move. Gojo is hardly thoughtless. Part of it is chaos, but a larger part of it is an eye for the bigger picture. It’s all thought-out carefully.

You know that. You know he never does things without thinking about them, and that things only seem reckless because Gojo lives without consequence. Being a sorcerer, religion is lost on you - but you think Gojo would be on the average person’s radar as some kind of higher power. He has a bad habit of ignoring other people’s agency unless it has to do with whether they’ll live through something he does. He doesn’t enjoy unnecessary tragedy and his god complex is more like an overpowered savior complex than anything else.

You don’t know much about him other than what he tells you, his whole life shrouded in mystery but he has a hatred for all things related to the major clans and an overwhelming urge to make sure that he doesn’t die before he fulfills whatever he believes is his duty. You know he’s the strongest, the most powerful - but you can’t help but find his life to be a little too tragic. Stories of his past are told too casually, and you force a laugh out of sympathy that Gojo seems to appreciate. He doesn’t like thinking about it either.

Decidedly, knowing him the way you do, you’re lenient with him. You fell into being his apprentice after learning the visions you saw were curses and you’d been exercising them for years. It was all very circumstantial and sudden - most things in the sorcerer’s world are. Given your innate abilities - you figured you’d just be doing some low-level work and going about your life. They’d give you simple training and then that’d be that. You’d already been risking your life and knowing the danger, so your circumstances were a bit different from the rest.

You still remember the conversation you’d had with Principal Yaga who offered you the position, and how in the direct aftermath - you had bumped into Gojo in the hallway. He was tall and much broader than his clothes seemed to show given the force of it. You remember very distinctly that he took one look at you, and promptly told the principal you would be under his care. It had shocked you so much you almost choked on your own spit. Worse, the Principal protested but ultimately didn’t refuse.

And at the very end, Gojo comes back and shakes your hand with a bright smile and an impishness to him.

“Nice to meet you, Apprentice. I’m Gojo Satoru and I’m the strongest.”

You would argue since that very moment - your relationship to Gojo had been exceedingly complicated.

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#oh this one has me reaching for the gallows #I’m so into praise play but I’ve never read a petplay fic that truly did anything for me #but this one right here fuckers … this ones got me in chains #a collar if u will #gojo

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I will love you (until the end of time)

“For the next twenty four hours, will you pretend that we’re still in love? That we’re still in a relationship and that it never ended?”

You ask for a moment more, and Bakugou Katsuki gives you a world more.

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: they are pro heroes in this, reader is bad at feelings NOT bakugou, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, post break up fic, break up make up fic, smut, domestic!bakugou, missing tag

word count: 10,327

a/n: this stemmed out of my own commitment insecurities and my upmost appreciation for the character growth of bakugou katsuki who may not be my favorite character but holds the title for my favorite canon growth. here’s to him continuing to be feral but be a kinder man.

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It’s a bright and sunny day.

There’s no one on the street, nothing to hear except the rumble of cars blocks away, nothing but the sweet chittering and chirping of spring birds calling and dancing for their love.

You inhale sharply, trying to calm your nerves, your wits — trying so desperately to reign in your million emotions while hiding what was so desperate to crack through the surface.

“Please, answer the door…” you whisper to yourself as your knuckles rap, tap, tap, tap, against the clean white door. Your fingers twist by your hips, turning and pulling as the seconds pass by like centuries.

One. 

Two. 

Three—

“Coming.”

His voice calls from behind the door, and you feel your spine straighten immediately, your stomach melting and bursting with butterflies you had long forgotten could exist. 

Your breathing picks up. It’s sharp, short, oxygen failing to fill your lungs as you stare at the opening door.

The first thing you see is tired, confused red eyes.

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#bakugo x reader #angst #but like also the fluff in this omg pls just grant me rest #bakugou x reader

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Tired

Fandom: Haikyuu, Warnings: None, Word Count: <500.

It’s the early hours of the morning. Your eyes are tired, strained from the computer screen you’ve been staring at for hours. Your fingers have cramped and your spine aches with how you’ve been curled over your desk, but you can’t stop. Not now. So engrossed are you in your attempt to finish your work, you barely even notice Ushijima push at the door to your study.

He doesn’t like seeing you like this, frayed and overworked and too stubborn to come to bed. Slipping into the room, he positions himself behind your chair and presses a gentle kiss to your jaw. There's a heat to his lips, a warmth that blossoms on your skin and threatens to steal your motivation, but you won't let it. His palm rests on your shoulder and you twist, kiss his fingertips and return to your work. He knows that you’ve had enough, that your mind, as beautiful and as astounding as it is, won't listen to your fatigue. That’s when he takes you into his own hands: literally.

Usually, you’d put up a fight, argue that you can move under your own volition, that you don’t need help, but tonight is different. Tonight you let him scoop you up. You submit to his touch all too easily as his arms slip under your body, allowing him to cradle you gently against his chest. Your head hits his collarbone, your hand moving to cover his heart and you can’t help, but melt into his hold. You feel weightless. He grip is pleasant, firm around the outside of your thigh and it doesn’t take long for the full force of your exhaustion to hit you.

He carries you upstairs effortlessly. His hulking form makes him a weapon on the court, strikes fear into his opponents on sight, but for you he transforms into a haven of safety. It’s almost remarkable how softly he places you down on the bed before setting to work. He undresses you slowly. Peeling you out of your clothes, his fingers ghost your skin with the most delicate of caresses. The calloused pads glide across the edges of your hips, the round of your ass and your ankles as he slips you into one of his t-shirts.

You don’t need any encouragement to curl into his side when he finally climbs into bed. He kisses your temple, lips lingering beside your ear for long enough to whisper good-night and you’re out.

You’ll thank him in the morning for being your sanity and reason and he’ll respond the way he always does. With a kiss and a promise to always be there to carry you to bed.

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#oh baby #like this is it for me #liek okay comfort #i yearn for a big farmboi like him rn #ushijima #hq #a:saturnsorbits

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the whole time he was jealous i was just there like: boi if u don’t eat a snickers?!?!?

beast | jjk

⏤main pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤genre: angst, fluff, and smut

⏤rating: M

⏤warnings: jealousy, alcohol consumption, dom!jungkook, some teasing, swearing, spanking, fingering, praising, hickeys, handjob, jungkook has big cock, riding, car sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please be careful!), and creampie

⏤words: 4,170

⏤summary: jungkook doesn’t like your best friend, he truly never did. Kai has always been too flirty with you and it’s something he has never liked. but this time, seeing him flirting with you at his birthday party was too much, and he felt the need to make you understand that you’re only his.

⏤author’s note: hi everyone, so here it is. i hope you’ll like it. love you all 💜

⏤tag list : @s0seo @hardcarrykookie @laurynne5 @misericordiamaria @heiressworths @thisartemisnevermisses @jaykayseagull @aretha170 @jkismyasmr @yeontanie21 @sarahhnghae @satisfied18 @diorkookie​ @baekfast-club​ @kookiesbreaky​ @jiminable​ @yiyi4657​ @sugaslittlekookies​ @shekilledthenightking​ @teresaisla​

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#😭😭 #kai standing in the bg thinking jjk is hot like 🧍🏽‍♀️ #anyways I loved it #established relationships make my heart pounding to mention car sex? a paractival nightmare but hot as fuck!! #thank you for writing this #a: jimidol #m: jungkook #smut #fave

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The Five Stages Of Grief - Denial Pt. 1

Synopsis: They say time heals all wounds. You beg to differ.

Pairing: ProHero!Izuku x Reader, Eventual ProHero!Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst. Heavy Angst.

Word Count: 5k Words

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF DEATH. Major mention of blood. Slight gore. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS. Bakugou Katsuki- this fic is not for you if you don’t like Bakugou. He plays a prominent part in it.

A/N: Alright. Firstly, please head the warnings. Without spoiling too much, I did write a very graphic scene involving character death, so if that’s something that triggers or bothers you, DON’T READ THIS. Secondly, this fic is my BABY. I’ve waited so long to work on this, like, ever since I started this blog? I originally scrapped the idea because I didn’t have time and I felt that I couldn’t put in the effort, but yesterday I picked it back up again and was able to finish it. If I can keep up with this, I have more planned for it. This is a multichap fic, a bit of a slow burn, so at least expect a part two. Lastly, let me just tell you how excited I am to be working on this. Feedback is appreciated but please don’t brutally critique me. It took me a long time to finish this and work on it, and I put a lot of effort into editing it and writing the whole thing.

ALSO: If at any point reading this becomes too much, here is a comforting audio/ASMR of Izuku making breathing sounds while he sleeps and mumbling sweet things, here is an audio of Izuku humming softly, and please feel free to check out my masterlist for something more lighthearted.

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“Noooo, stay, please…” you whined, your arms wrapping tighter around Izuku’s torso. Your fingers threaded through his soft tresses as you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, the familiar smell of his shampoo and cologne making your head swim delightfully.

“Sorry, love,” he cooed, his beautifully scarred hand smoothing down your bed-head. “You know I would stay if I could. I’m already running a few minutes behind since someone couldn’t let go of me this morning!” He chuckled as you finally let go, but not before squeezing him just a little tighter than before.

“I’ll miss you every millisecond that you’re away from me, you know.” You smiled up at him lovingly, the corners of your eyes crinkling in bliss.

“I know you will. And I promise you, I will think about you every millisecond that I’m away from you, Y/N. We’re never really apart if you’re always on my mind, right?”

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#oh sweet baby jesus #didn't plan on crying tonite. oh well #deku #bnha

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⇢ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader

⇢ rating: e, 18+

⇢ word count: 12,862 [ao3]

⇢ tags: a/b/o, soft alpha deku, knotting, aged up characters

⇢ summary: Pro Hero Deku is a frequent visitor at your support lab and you’re grateful for it. He’s one of your high profile clients and his quirk is strong enough that he has to come for suit repairs near twice a month. It helps that he’s one of the most bearable alphas you’ve ever met, affable and kind, and he never judges you for being a rare omega in the hero line of work. It also helps that he’s painfully, absurdly hot.

You’re perhaps never more grateful for his nature than when the building housing your lab collapses with the two of you in it, and as the walls and floors of your lab crumble, so does the suppressor device that keeps your heats in check and your hormones under control. As the dust settles, you realize you are trapped by rubble and dust and twisted metal with perhaps the only alpha alive that you trust, as your adrenaline surges and your carefully suppressed heat cycle comes roaring to life.

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#HELL FUCKING O #I NEVER READ DEKU BUT LIKE OMFG OMFGBDHEJEJ #the writing is going to fucking kill me #ITS SUPERB #chefs kiss #exqwuizit if i do say so myself #GOD GOD #i HAVE NEVER READ AN ABO FIC THAT JIST FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGED MY LIFEEE #its like a soulmate au fr fr im gonna cry #i love izuku so so much. and i mean yeah the smut def got my engines running i mean like galaxies fuckjng exploded from his dick #but god god #im yearning!!!!!!! #i love this so muvh #i just wanna crawl in a hole nd reenact this #this shit is so good like #dekus like shot up in my rankings cuz of this whew chile #'pressed tight against ur womb' MA MA ILL CALL THE FCKIBG POLICE IM WITNESSING A SURGERY #shjt like i want a part two thats how feral im going for this #and the way youve used deku as an alterego/alias for his alpha doninant side #×slow claps #chefs kiss brethen. chefs kiss

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As you hide your sniffle, muffling it into the crook of your elbow, the hand on your shoulder squeezes you tighter. You had hoped the shuffle of the airport would've hid your cry, but your husband doesn't miss much.

“Hey now,” Aran shakes you side to side with a hollow laugh, “I thought we were done with the tears?”

It's hard to laugh with him; it sounds too high when you try. "I'm trying, I'm trying. I'm just going to miss you." 

He glances at his watch quickly before enveloping you into a clunky hug, his duffle bag almost knocking you over in the process. He dots a kiss on the top of your head as he nearly crushes you in his arms, a typical Aran hug.

"It's only two months." he says as he nuzzles into your neck, the stubble of his facial hair tickling your exposed skin. Usually, the PDA would make you squirm, but today? You're desperate for anything he'll give you. You try and hold that warm feeling inside of you, make it last as long as you can. "That's …. two Netflix billing cycles! No time at all."

That earns a real giggle. Aran's always been good at handling these trips. Logically, you know its a good thing; they're just training camps. He's following his dreams, getting ready for the /olympics/. 

But as soon as you think about waking up without him, making dinner for just yourself, not being able to kiss him goodnight- that's when the waterworks start.

Aran's always been better at goodbyes- almost aggravatingly so. You can't remember him ever crying. He's always been the rock, the one you can depend on when things get rough. 

"No time at all." you repeat back to him as you wrap your hands around the small of his waist. It's going to be the longest you've been apart from him since you started dating. "Practically overnight." 

"Exactly." he says. His hug gets even tighter as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, cradling you back and forth. "Exactly." 

An announcement, mumbled by noise and static, echoes through the terminal. Neither of you move, even though you know exactly what that means. 

"I gotta go." he whispers into your shirt. You just nod. "I gotta go."

After a long minute, you drop your arms to your sides, but he's still holding on, crushing the breath out of you. You wait for him to retreat with a smile- just like he always does- but he doesn't.

"I really gotta go." he repeats and the watery tone surprises you. Just as you open your mouth to say something, it hits you that he might not be talking to you anymore. 

"Hey, don't worry." it's your turn to comfort. "Two Netflix billing cycles."

"Don't watch any of our shows without me." he warns, but there's no bite in his voice. 

"I won't." you promise.

He presses a kiss against your temple. There's an unexpected wetness to his cheek as it brushes across yours. You don't mention it as he pulls away, carefully to lift his chin and avoid your gaze. "I love you."

Maybe goodbyes aren't as easy for Aran as you thought.

#im actually feeling so cryable rn #hq #aran

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I think the beauty of this fic is just how completely unexpected it is for both of them. neither of them expected what happened that first week after areum was born but so much happened after that. im in freaking cloud nine just thinking about how attuned they’ve become and areum, areum 🥲 teenagers are bitches but like my heart really cracked when she said those words. in any case, it was bound to happen and it filled me with joy that just bc jk put areum first did not mean that he neglected yn. and most importantly that did not make him dismiss areums bad actions. gahhhh, being a parent is hard. but this whole series has been one wild ride from ups and downs and me is so glad that we get to see them literally grow old(er) together haha and the fact that he’s bawling enough to fill a pool during the wedding 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️ him and yn were such a breath of fresh air.

i infinitely thank you gukslut (wow that makes my whole sentence sound like an innuendo. heaven help me) for releasing such a beautiful piece of art for us to read. ur work was so interesting to read and i can not believe how invested i became. thank you 💖

Rattled: Epilogue (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, smut, Slow burn

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 8.5K

{Warnings} angst, healing, swearing, alcohol, smut, {kissing, fingering, squirting, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie.} Bring tissues. 

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#I yearn for this #oh wow oh wow #excuse me i will now go on a hiatus from reading angst fics for awhile #i feel like ive gone thru the whole 5 stages of grief but like in reverse ?nsdk

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Rattled 08 (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, SMUT, Slow burn

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 13.6k

{Warnings} swearing, kissing, dry humping, hand job, fingering, oral (f. receiving), erotic massage, face sitting, thigh riding, cum eating, protected sex, love love and more love. there a lot of smut in this chapter, friends. discussions of infertility, slight angst <3

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#AHHHHHHH #AHHHHHHHHHHHHH #I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS #FKING HELLL #the fluff dudes 😭💘💘 #ITS ALL SO CUTE AND DOMESTIC #I don’t even have anything else to say like #HELPPP #HELPPPPPPOPPOOOP

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Good lord the angst in the beginning of this fic almost caused me physical bodily harm. so happy and relieved these two rightful dumbasses have worked their way thru this bc fr i was about to chuck my phone at the wall

Rattled 07 (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader 

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 5.3K

{Warnings} ANGST, alcohol consumption, kissing

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#jk jk #but phew I’m so happy all the misunderstandings got resolved and oh lord Mark is so sweet #sad that they didn’t work out but not that sad lmao #Jjk supremacy rn

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Rattled 06 (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader 

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut, Slow burn

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 6K

{Warnings} ANGST OKAY THIS CHAPTER IS ANGST, discussion of family trauma, mentions of alcohol use, masturbation, minor slut shaming, sadness lots of sadness, Jeongguk very briefly has some dark thoughts. 

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#nngh #press f to pay respects in the chat

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Rattled 05 (M) | JJK

{Pairing} Jeon Jeongguk/Reader {Kim Taeyhung/Reader}

{Genre} Single dad AU, Angst, Healing, E2L, F2L, Smut, Slow burn

{Rating} E 18+

{Word Count} 6.7K

{Warnings} angst, crying, smut, sexting, online dating, return of the fat cock, oral (f receiving), protected sex, lots of hurt feelings all around, slut shaming, also I feel the need to warn you that JK gets a haircut because it is still a sensitive subject for some (it me).

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#...... just help #fcking whelp dude