Me:

we lost the whole emo band dawg. rip :((

it’s not a sin to be a child ☁️

THE CURSE AND THE CROWN

“You think you can tame me, little princess?” “I’m not here to tame you. I’m here to survive.”

pairing: Sukuna x fem reader

synopsis: In a kingdom ravaged by cursed magic, political intrigue, and the threat of war, Ynara, heir to the throne of Eryndor, must navigate treachery both within her court and beyond its borders. Her people look to her for salvation, but with enemies at every turn, they doubt her ability to rule. Desperate, her advisors make a fateful decision: to bind the notorious King of Curses, Sukuna, to her side as her personal guard.

Feared by all, Sukuna's unyielding power and notorious past make him a dangerous ally. As Ynara and Sukuna are forced into an uneasy alliance, they uncover deeper conspiracies that threaten not just their lives, but the very heart of the kingdom. As they navigate betrayal, forbidden power, and their growing connection, both must decide how much they’re willing to sacrifice to save the world—and each other.

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (eventually), violence, dark themes, strong language, complex character dynamics, political intrigue, enemies to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, forbidden romance, unlikely alliances, Sukuna being Sukuna, more will be added as the story progresses.

a/n: "If it's x reader then why does she have a name" Because I really don't like writing Y/N every time I'm referring to her. I chose a name that has 'YN' at the beginning so that I'm not ripping my hair out. I saw a lot of different meanings for the name but the one I'm going with is 'noble' because it fits the story. It's just as much of a placeholder as Y/N, just. Done in my own way!

ao3 | playlist

➵ 001. The Weight of the Crown

➵ 002. Bound by Chains

➵ 003. TBN

➵ 004. TBN

Tag List: Open

violently shaking and sobbing rn

I SAW THIS OMG 🥹🥹

this boy’s too young to be singing the blues.

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katsuki never really knew why he hated the rain as much as he did, it was like everytime it rained, his mood quickly turned sour as he went upstairs to his room, trying to distract himself from the gloomy weather that overtook the outside world.

he never knew why he hated it so bad, at least, not until now.

not until your unconscious body was tossed aside by shigaraki, like you were some piece of trash that he had to dispose of in order to fully gain the power he desired.

the boy was already on the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness when he turned on his side, seeing you lying there with your eyes closed. bruises and bloody cuts littered your face, your beautiful face. the rain hitting your body with soft taps, smudging every liquid covering your face. all he wanted to do in that moment, where he couldn’t move his body more than a couple inches, was to touch your face, hold it in his hands and whisper to you how everything would be okay. how izuku would make everything okay.

his hand never fully made its’ way to your face before it fell onto your body, the boy being rendered fully unconscious as one of his forearms rested on your collarbone, so close and yet so far at the same time.

katsuki now had a reason to truly hate the rain.

Hello! How are you? I hope things are getting better for you, at least a little bit. Is it okay if I can get Aizawa with a student reader who holds their breath when they cry? It’s a habit that I’ve had since I was little and I have no idea why. You can choose whether it’s a scenario or headcannons, I don’t mind at all! Thank you so much! Remember to take care of yourself xoxo

Watery Breaths - Aizawa

A/N: Hi! I’m doing alright. I think I’ve pushed myself a bit too far the past few weeks and am now suffering the consequences, but that’s alright. I hope you’re doing well! Take care of yourself as well! And for the sake of this fic, UA had the dorms before Bakugou was kidnapped. Sorry this is so rushed, it’s been a rough day <3

It first happened when Aizawa was sent to the hospital after the USJ attack. Much like his other students, you stood by his bedside when he was well enough to have company. Several of his students were crying, mostly tears of joy, but none of them held their breath like he thought you were doing. He didn’t think much of it though

The next time it happened was when Bakugou was kidnapped. You were there to watch him be taken away from you, and you did nothing about it. Or, at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Except you didn’t start crying until Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to safety. You immediately began to sob as he gently pulled you away from where you last saw your best friend.

Not much later you had stopped making sounds, but AIzawa could feel how hard you tried not to cry. You had momentarily stopped breathing. He thought it was because of the intense scent of smoke surrounding the camp so he didn’t say anything until he got you and the remaining students back to UA where you’d be safe and sound.

You didn’t sleep that night. In fact, you didn’t even go to bed. When you returned to UA you settled into the corner of one of the couches, curling into a ball and burying your face into your knees as you began to cry again. You were left alone as your classmates dealt with this trauma in their own ways. Some went to wash away the day in an extremely long shower while others returned to their rooms to be alone.

You were still crying when Aizawa returned to the dorms late into the night. He was startled to still see you in the same place he had left you. Slowly, he lowered himself beside you as he pondered how to comfort you. That’s when he noticed your strained sobs again. It sounded almost as you were holding your breath.

“Y/N,” he said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Take a deep breath. I’ll do it with you.” Aizawa inhaled deeply, encouraging you to do so as well. You nodded, drawing in a shaky breath and then exhaling it, breath quivering. But then you held your breath again.

Aizawa was unsure why you kept holding your breath. You couldn’t be embarrassed, he’s seen you aggressively burst into tears over the ending of a TV show you were finishing late one night in the common room. You weren’t afraid to cry in front of your homeroom teacher. So why are you sounding so strained now?

“Honey,” he cooed softly. “Keep breathing. Stop holding your breath.”

“I’m sorry,” you choked out as you took another shaky breath. “It’s a habit I’ve had ever since I was little. I always hold my breath when I cry.”

Aizawa smiled slightly as he ruffled your hair gently. “Well, stop it. You’re going to make yourself light headed.” He then proceeded to lead you through a few breathing exercises to calm you down. He made sure you were alright before escorting you up to your room to turn in for the night.

Now that he knows that you force yourself to stop breathing everytime you cry, Aizawa’s got more breathing exercises on hand to help you breath again. All you have to do is find him :)

ᴋᴀᴛѕᴜᴋɪ'ѕ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ | bakugou x fem!reader, fluff

for how long katsuki brushes his teeth with such aggressiveness his toothbrush is… worn out if that's how you describe it. if you think of it, he just might have broken atleast one of his teeth long time ago.

as his girlfriend you worry about him, everytime he brushes his teeth you're there glaring at him, your eyes telling him to slow down. but of course at some point you can't help but to take care of him, now you're the one brushing katsuki's teeth.

at first, katsuki feels quite embarrassed, he looks away at anything else but you. you're so close, cupping his cheeks with one hand and your other hand holding the brush. you're so focused that you make cute faces. when you finished, you admire his lips and give it a peck which katsuki became more flustered about.

when you two get used to this routine it became normal that katsuki gets a peck at the end as a price for katsuki being a good boy. it gets even cuter at night time and it's a little past katsuki's bedtime, he has droopy eyes while he has his arms wrapped around you, he's barely keeping his mouth open for you to do your job.

Husband! Nanami with his Pregnant wife

cw: nanami x f!reader, pregnant sex, masturbation, nanami loves his wife nsfw under the cut!

sfw

Once you become pregnant with Kento Nanami’s child you don’t lift a finger.

Even if you wanted to.

This man would be at your beck and call all 9 months of your pregnancy.

You wake up every morning to a big breakfast and a smoothie chock full of all the veggies and fruits you need to stay healthy.

Daily footrubs!

And back rubs.

Says it’s to alleviate your aches and pains, but he secretly loves any reason to touch his beautiful wife.

Don’t even THINK about reaching for anything too high.

He’s rushing towards you, resting his hand on the small of your back as he reaches for the mug.

“Please dear, allow me.”

Dropped something?

“I’ve got it, honey.”

Need to put your shoes on? He’s resting your foot on his knee as he ties your sneakers.

There for every doctor’s appointment. Cries the first time he sees the ultrasound.

Is so patient with you, handling you with such care through your mood swings.

“It’s alright dear, I know you’re frustrated… Come sit down and I’ll rub your shoulders hmm?”

Has no problem waking up in the middle of the night to get you your midnight cravings.

Arguably the perfect husband.

nsfw

He thought it was physically impossible for you to be any more attractive.

But then he sees you drinking a glass of water in the kitchen, one hand resting protectively over your bump in a beautiful flowy dress he had gotten for you.

Feels ashamed at first. He doesn’t wish to bother his darling wife, especially when she’s going through so much.

Resorts to locking himself in the bathroom, rutting his hardened length between his fist and sucking in a breath as he imagines your swollen breasts and belly round with his seed.

Bites back a moan as his cum spills from his flushed tip down his hand and shaft.

He doesn’t get away with it for long though, you’re too smart. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you.

Not giving him time to protest, you grab his large hand and lead him to your bedroom.

He wants to tell you not to worry about him and his trivial needs, that he worries he might hurt you.

All those restraints die in his throat when he sees his precious wife climb on top of him, sliding down onto his length.

“O-oh… darling” he purrs, enraptured by the way your breasts bounce with each movement. He gives them a gentle squeeze, loving how sensitive you’ve become.

His honey-colored eyes glaze over as pleasure washes over him, painting your walls white.

Secretly wondering how long you should wait before he gives you another child.

Okay hear me out… jjk men holding you?