King of Dreams, King of Nightmares… in any case, i just think he’s neat
dabi who has no concept of having loving sex until he meets you
tw/cw: smut, afab!reader, soft dom!dabi, mentions of bdsm, one allusion to prostitution (not reader)
wc: 0.6k
a/n: thought i’d always be too embarrassed to write anything sexually explicit and i AM 🤧
dabi who’s always gotten off to watching sadistic, hardcore bdsm porn and is completely unfamiliar with the concept of sex that means something. i know there’s a whole debate on whether or not he’s a virgin but in my head he’s had his fair share of hook ups with random people he’s met in sketchy places, maybe even coughed up some money during times he was especially horny, pent up and desperate.
and then he meets you and suddenly his dick doesn’t twitch at the sight or even the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat or his belt keeping your hands tied up behind your back? it confuses him because he knows he’s attracted to you, so why isn’t his body reacting the way it’s supposed to? you notice his dilemma, and his definition of fucking hasn’t exactly been doing it for you either. it was alright the first few times, when the sexual tension was at an all time high and you were eager to have him in any way you could; but now you just feel empty, even when he’s balls deep inside you.
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home as a haunting
He confesses to you with a letter.
The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying.
For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do.
It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before.
With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest.
What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession.
What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.
‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact.
“Hello?”
“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off.
“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”
“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.
“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”
“And I think you should come over.”
Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands.
“Want me to leave right now?”
“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.”
“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.
AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara
no yeah i cant hang out sorry. yeah im hugging my pillow in bed today. yeah no itll be for a while. maybe for forever. OK bye
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the leaves are going orange….? babe put on when harry met sally right this minute
Kim Kardashian for Skims
they tell you a girl is a haunted house but what they really mean is a girl is a haunted house that’s desperately trying to repurpose itself into a beautiful overgrown garden where sunlight shyly seeps in through soot-stained windows