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When You Stare Too Long Into The Abyss, It Will Stare Back.

warnings: kind of a vent, suicide and its ideation, self harm, graphic descriptions, romanticisation(?) of mental illness and self harm, personification of intrusive thoughts, gore, just kinda messed up? also monsterfucker vibes, gender identity issues (?), hints of transphobia, [~1000 words]

Darkness enveloped her him. It ebbed and flowed around his body, pseudopodia-like tendrils gently curling into his hair. It wrapped around her his arms and threaded itself between his fingers. It pressed itself up against his back and dripped down his shoulders. She He stood still. He felt the abyssal fingers and arms wrap softly around his chest, his waist, his throat. He let it.

She He felt everything yet nothing, his mind a dim sort of chaos. the kind of disarray you find your thoughts to be in when you're so, so tired. too tired to even notice it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so, so sorry." He stood still, silent tears leaking out of his bloodshot eyes. He hated crying. He hated how crying made his skin burn, his throat choke, his friends laugh. But right there, in that moment, he didn't even notice his tears. He kept standing there, all alone, not moving a single muscle. He had no right to. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He had no right to feel or think or speak. The simple act of frowning was a serious offence. The darkness brushed against his face, and he kept his expression blank. "I'm sorry."

"I know," the dark mist whispered back. It floated all around his body, under his arms and over his chest and caressing his legs. It didn't hurt him, no, never hurt. It was almost comforting. But you would need to be a fool to truly believe that. The darkness would always be there. He deserved it. He wanted it. Needed.

The shadow took a vague form in front of him, a slight indication of a silhouette. There was only a small bit of space left between him and it, a small bit of light dancing on his face and tears. In that last moment, staring at the abyss, his face contorted. His eyes widened and eyebrows rose up and mouth twisted and tears flowed. He knew he looked hideous. In that last moment he showed a small rebellion. 

In that fraction of a second, the silhouette closed the gap between them. It continued to ebb and flow and drip and float all over and under and around his body. It seeped into his open mouth and crawled down his throat and pressed so, so sweetly against his lips. His eyes rolled back into his head and his vision went entirely black. There was nothing but the darkness. The ever present darkness.

It was swirling inside and outside his body now, clawing at his ribs, dancing in his stomach, kissing his heart, biting his tongue. It seeped into every cell of his being. 

Where did the darkness end and where did he begin? He didn't know. He didn't remember who or what he was before the darkness had rooted his feet to that spot, before the abyss had inched into his life and surrounded him completely. A distant and faint image of a little girl came into his mind. The dark talons swiped it away. He felt calm. He felt nothing.

He wasn't himself anymore. He was part of the darkness now. He knew it. Him and It were now part of the same being and cosmos. Him and It were now a they. They were one.

They had no thoughts, no feelings, no duties or sorrows or joy. Did they even exist? Did it even matter? They picked up a knife (does it even matter where it came from?), and brought it to what used to be his left arm. Then slowly, gently, they drew the knife across the arm. Horizontal red lines appeared and shiny red beads formed on them. They slashed at the arm again, vertical and harsher this time. This felt right. He deserved it. They were working together to redeem him, to absolve him from his sins. 

They kept a firm hold on the knife and sliced across their chest, then almost sensually, plunged it into where his heart might have been. Beautiful crimson splashed out and flowed and flowed. They sliced their stomach and his right arm too, watching as the blood was set free from its vessels. They plucked out his old eyes. He didn't deserve that privilege of sight.

He felt so light. numb. The blood of his old body flowed freely, splashing onto the abstract ground they were on. Crimson and scarlet and black and ebony danced and swirled together in the most mesmerising waltz. The metallic scent was almost overwhelming now, but they kept gliding the knife over their flesh. They made the knife dance the same way a puppeteer would with his wooden dolls. 

The shadowy silhouette emerged out of his body for a moment, holding up his eyeless head. They dragged the knife across his mouth in a mimicry of a smile, his own blood painting his lips an alluring red. The silhouette stuck out its misty tongue and licked the blood off of his face. It had no mouth, no eyes, no nose, and yet, oh and yet it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen felt. The shadow towered over him again and dripped onto his face, the dark sludge mixing with his bright red blood. He licked his lips in anticipation. 

He felt it now, more than ever, how close he was to the darkness. He stared long enough into the abyss, and it stared back. All was slowly fading away, like how a movie fades to black in the end. The silhouette leaned down to press against his lips one last time. And then, they finally, finally, merged into the dark.

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The next morning, a mother would open the door to her daughter's room, only to find it stained red. Her daughter's son's lifeless body would lie blissfully on the floor. She would scream.

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Fiona preferred the nickname "Phoenix". The name her father, Jay, gave her the day she was born, didn't feel her own. Fiona didn't feel like she owned her body, let alone any material possessions.

Fiona didn't like hanging out with her elder sister, Amber, because she knew they would end up in a clothing store or salon. She didn't want to go through the piles of clothing her sister suggests she wear, only to reject them all, wondering why nothing looked good on her. Though, Fiona did dye her hair the same shade of blue as Amber and Jay. Perhaps that should count for something.

The decision to match hair colour with her father totally didnt have anything to do with how Fiona hated it when people said she looked just like her mother. Totally.

"Phoenix" was the nickname her brother, Yuv, gave her the day she displayed her control over fire. It suited her, as Jay had wings and their mother, Agni, had flaming hair. "Phoenix" felt like home.

She remembers when she was 12, when her classmate came out as non binary. And that's when she realised the possibility of there being more than 2 genders.

Fiona discussed it with Yuv first. He wasn't the sentimental type, but they were close anyway. Yuv simply shrugged and said, "Honestly? Kind of saw that coming."

Amber and Jay had... different reactions. Jay tried his best to be supportive, even adhering to their request of being referred to as "Phoenix". Amber... well, she'd always known Phoenix as Fiona, her little sister! Maybe it was a phase.

And finally, Agni, her mother. It was. Eventful. And by that they meant that the whole coming out thing was a disaster. There were tears, shouts, and threats of disownment. Phoenix had spent that night at her friend's house.

When their parents had a divorce, Phoenix went no contact with their mother.

On the brighter side, she still met up with Yuv and Jay every now and then?

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thanks for the tag! this is a little oc thing i was working on

Fiona always preferred the nickname 'Phoenix'. She never enjoyed going out with her sister, Amber, because she didn't want to end up in another clothing store, wondering why nothing felt right on her body. Soon enough, as Phoenix grew older, her mother grew more fed up with her. Why couldn't she dress up nicely for the guests? Why couldn't she be more like her sister? Why couldn't she just be normal? Agni, her mother, believed Fiona to be a failure of a daughter.

not sure who to tag so anyone can join!!

Writers tag game

Prompt: share some writing

@sasdavvero thank you for the tag!!

I'm working on a piece for dabihawks week and I wanted to share something from it!

Hawks took a breath, the air wasn't enough, it got into his lungs but it didn't fill them, he gasped.

He pressed his thumb on the shard edge of the feather until the pain granted him some lucidity. He had to stay in the present. He couldn't think about what had been, the warmth of his embrace, the peace those touches had gifted him. He couldn't think about what will be, the emptiness, the cold, the battle, the solitude that will welcome him like an old friend.

Tagging (no pressure): @starrytones @mari--lace and whoever wants to do this!!

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my ocs in order

-Aryan (hes a med student)

-The Akatani family (all 3 of them yeah)

-princess carolla

-Levi (to protect aryan!!)

-phoenix

-mira (though phoenix is a close second)

EVERY OC LIST GOT THA:

-constantly anxious who is 5 seconds away from a panic attack at all times -obsessed with blood -weird lesbian -5 seconds away from beating the shit out of everyone -the mascot -the one who's actually drawn/written about 99% of the time

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ichiro would be condensed down to uwu sweet cinnamon roll baby boy, even though hes been in jail for human experimentation

ren would be written in fanfics as a evil hot seducer who lured ichiro into his caves; even though ren is a clunky, socially awkward dragon who fell head over heels for ichiro

phoenix would be HATED by fandom, for no real reason. probably because shes heavily queer and committed arson once

mira would be dumbed down annoyingly, people would employ the stupid blonde stereotype, she would be the girl ruining relationships in fanfics and gacha videos

aryan would be turned into an indian stereotype, and the fandom would largely ignore him. levi on the other hand would be turned into hot gang leader omg kinda guy

If your oc was a canon character what bad takes/gross mischaracterizations would the fandom come up with for them

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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The Monster Under Your Bed

There is a monster under your bed. It has been there for years now. Ever since that fateful summer night, as a child, you forgot to close your window. It slid in, one with the shadows, finding refuge underneath the warmth of your body and bedsheets.

It knew It would be safe, with you there above It. It spent weeks, months, unnoticed. But perhaps, as a child, you'd had sharper senses, a sixth sense even, and kept looking under your bed, trying to figure out what's off.

the monster wanted so bad for you to see It, and back then even It was so naive, just an extension of the shadows. It trusted you already, and It thought you knew about It already. It had made itself the the shadows of your toys, the imaginary friend, spending days in your closet and nights under your cot. It thought the two of you were friends. So, It summoned all It's strength at the time and took a semi solid form. It saw your eyes widen, and It heard you scream with what It could only assume was joy. Surely you would have been happy to finally see the friend your parents always told you was fake? You were even running out of your room and calling for them!

But the thing was, It didn't like your parents. They were always oh so strict, telling you to put your toys away and go to sleep, then to wake up and go to school. They kept insisting that It didn't exist, that you would grow up and realise how stupid you were as a child, talking to the shadows. It didn't want to waste It's energy on gracing them with It's presence. To be honest... It was even slightly scared of them. They could take you away from It.

No, It would never let such a horrendous thing happen. As soon as It's strength increased, It would focus on making a bond between the two of you first, so you could be forever together. Most of It's kin simply went from host to host, causing nightmares and never staying long. Most of It's kin had abilities related to disguises and quick escapes. None cared for anything other than Themselves. Originally, It had been like that too. But after It found you... It changed It's mind.

Everytime you went to call for your parents, begging them to see under the bed, they would simply be unable to. You called It a monster, begging your parents to just believe you for once. They didn't listen, called you stupid and childish. At one point, you wanted to start sleeping in the same room as them again. They just laughed.

At first, It felt hurt. Really hurt. But It didn't hold it against you. Maybe It just needed to improve its form? And possibly get rid of your parents? And then, surely the two of you would finally get to have all the fun in the world.

This continued till your teenage years. Soon enough, you started arguing with your parents more. They started yelling more. You started crying more. It didn't know whether to be happy or not. On the brighter side, you were spending time away from those killjoys, and spending more time in your bed, above It. On the other hand... you seemed troubled. Even It could notice that. So It would slither up sometimes, extend and arm towards you, cold but caring. And you would cry more, It was sure in happiness.

Nowadays, things were different yet similar. You had moved out of your parents' house now, and It had followed, ever faithful. Your new home was just as cold and filled with shadows as your old, so It liked the place very much. It had grown in power, just as you had grown in understanding.

You still had to go to that horrible job of yours, and even to university, but It was a very patient being. At the end of the day, you would collapse into bed, and dream of a better life. And The Monster? It was just happy to be in your presence, under your bed. All it wanted was You.

And Its wish came true. It spent hours in the morning, craving your warmth on top of the bed as it paced in the shadows. And you listened! you left your job, stopped going to classes, stopped talking to 'friends' (It didn't like them, It didn't like that you were smiling with them, and not with It.), you just, existed.

You begun laying in bed all day, wrapped up in blankets in the dark. And oh how happy The Monster was! How kind and caring were you, to devote every second of your existence to It! It craved your presence and your attention, and that's what It got.

You stared into the darkness, and the darkness stared back. And for once, you neither screamed nor cried. You did not smile or blink or speak. And when It reached out, the darkness alongside, you let it.

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WRITERS!!!

What is your favourite kind of scene to write?

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Haunting Fog

by A.F. (me)

A starry sky weeps its tears and

covers her face with cloud like hair

A similar fog drifts into my mind

A cat slinking through its shadowy lair

Bringing with it thoughts of all kind

Melancholic memories i treasure in the dark

The shameful fog clouds my brain

My broken daydreams further break my heart

Yet i find solace in the agony and pain

Disoriented as i am, dissociated from the passage of time

Alone i mourn the loss of someone i never was

Dreaming of a life that may never be mine

Accepting my ruin, for i am the cause

The starry sky makes way for the sun

The fog in my brain wraps around me gently

But the world outside crashes and burns

Perhaps, only in my imaginations am i truly free

Hence, i succumb to the daily routine

And let the fog envelope me

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Stress Relief

ship: Shigaraki Tomura/Dabi

fandom: my hero academia

genre: all smut no plot

warnings: none, its pretty vanilla. slight ooc. the writing may seem a bit cringe at first but it gets better trust me okay.

word count: 3.5k

They had a close call with the heroes. Luckily, the league of villains managed to escape last second.

Tomura was fucking stressed. So, so many narrow escapes, it was a huge surprise that his fellow league members made it out of there safe.

He paced around the "common room" area of the League's new hideout. Everyone else had already retired to their rooms. Tomura was scratching his neck, thinking, planning, analysing, criticising. He didn't notice his right hand man sitting on one of the chairs, watching him. Tomura was startled out of his thoughts when Dabi sighed and called out to him from across the room. "You look like you need a drink."

Tomura's scratching only got worse at that. He refused to look into Dabi's eyes, because he knew that the second he would, he would be trapped by Dabi's icy gaze and eyes that were the same colour as his fire.

That was the other reason Tomura couldn't relax. He couldn't stop thinking about Dabi. Couldn't stop himself from staring at him. Couldn't stop himself from imaging unholy things about him. Tomura couldn't breathe normally when Dabi would shove him out of the way of an attack and end up on top of him. Tomura stoped himself from thinking about Dabi's scarred hands on him. About what Dabi could do to him. About what he could do to Dabi.

Tomura started to lose control of himself when he was around Dabi.

Little did he know that Dabi felt the same way about Tomura.

Little did he know that Dabi had a plan in mind, something that he had been wanting to put into action for an embarrassingly long time.

"Well, don't we all." Tomura replied a few seconds later than normal since he was so busy imagining what Dabi's low and gravely voice would sound like in the morning after a particularly good night.

Tomura finally decided to look into Dabi's eyes and tried to decifer what he was thinking. Dabi looked the same as always, barely a scratch on him, his fire keeping away his enemies. But there was something different in his eyes. Something similar to how he looked when he was thinking and planning. What was he thinking about? What was he planning? Tomura couldn't help but wonder.

"Tell you what," Dabi said as he stood up from his seat and walked towards Shigaraki, "since we both need to blow off some steam, how about we get some drinks and give each other some company?"

Shigaraki considered the offer for a bit, then shaked his head "No, I don't want to drink anything right now. I just... I don't know."

"Ah, well, in that case," Dabi casually stepped into Shigaraki's personal space, locking eyes with him and lowering his own voice, "I had some... other things in mind."

There was a challenging look in his eyes, as if he was daring Tomura to take this further. So he did, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Dabi stepped even closer to Shigaraki, still refusing to break eye contact, his voice and eyes hypnotic "we could, uh, you know, give each other company in a different way. I know some other ways to relieve stress" Dabi finished his sentence in an... odd manner. There was something different in the air, something that Tomura had never felt before.

And that's when it hit him. "Oh. Oh " he blurted out. Huh. Wow, this was a lot for him to process. He looked deep into Dabi's eyes to verify if this was what he thought it was.

Dabi's pupils were blown wide, making those turquoise eyes (that Tomura thought about in the wee hours of the night) look darker yet brighter at the same time, with a mischievous glint in them. Tomura couldn't stop looking into those eyes. Tomura felt his heartbeat get a little faster than he'd like, the adrenaline from their narrow escape starting to creep back into his body.

They seemed to be having a silent conversation by their eyes: 'you wanna do this? you know we can never go back from this'

Tomura felt the urge to kiss Dabi, to do so many unimaginable things to him, to get so many unimaginable things done to him by the arsonist. Dabi had the same feelings.

Dabi looked him up and down, and raised an eyebrow at his boss. Tomura nodded his head, a silent command in his crimson eyes. It was hard to tell who lurched forward first, but before they knew it, their lips clashed. Tomura let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

He felt ecstatic. The person he had been obsessed with the past who knows how long, the person who haunted his dreams, was currently all over him.

Their kiss deepened, their breaths got heavier, they got needier. They both wanted more.

Breaking the kiss with a small gasp, Shigaraki grasped Dabi's shoulders, looked him in the eye and commanded "Bedroom. Now."

Dabi breathed out a "fuck yes ", then they practically ran towards Shigaraki's bedroom.

Dabi paused, and realised that there was a good chance Shigaraki might decay him. "Hey, wait do you have some sort of gloves to stop your quirk?"

They finally reached their destination, shoved open the door and stumbled inside, locking the door behind them.

"Yeah- yeah I do, give me a second" Tomura quickly made his way to his bed, Dabi following him and removing his coat. Tomura went through the bedside table and fished out and put on a special pair of gloves that covered only his pinky and ring fingers.

With that taken care of, Tomura shoved Dabi onto his bed, pushing him up against the headboard, into a sitting position, and Dabi just let him. Tomura then gathered his courage, sat on Dabi's lap and straddled him. They resumed their kissing, but this time with Tomura grinding his hips against Dabi's lap in a slow rhythm, soft moans and groans escaping both of their mouths.

To Tomura, every little touch sent small spikes of electricity through his body, his blood rushing.

Their kiss deepened as Dabi and Tomura began exploring each other's bodies more freely. Dabi's hands slid under Tomura's shirt and moved up and down his back, firm and holding him close. Tomura threaded his hands through Dabi's hair, reassured by the gloves and desperate for something to hold on to.

Because of the way they were sitting, they could feel the other's erections growing by the second. Dabi decide to try something a little more mischievous as his hands made their way to Shigaraki's thighs, stroking them. He bit down on Shigaraki's bottom lip at the same time as he jerked his hips up into Shigaraki's, relishing the lewd moan that escaped his boss's mouth.

Shigaraki broke the kiss to catch his breath, "fuck, Dabi, I want more."

"Glad we're on the same page, Tomura." Shigaraki shivered at hearing his name in that tone and voice. Dabi continued, with a tinge of desperation in his voice "so how d'you wanna do this? Fast or slow? Soft or rough? I'll do whatever you want baby, I'm all yours."

Shigaraki's face reddened at that. "I'm... not sure. Look, this is my first time okay? I don't know anything, really" he confessed, feeling rather embarrassed.

Dabi felt weirdly happy to be Shigaraki's first time. He lifted him off of his lap and shifted so that he was on top of Shigaraki, lying down. Dabi loved the way Shigaraki was blushing right then; he leaned down slightly to whisper "i could teach you a few things" and kissed the area right behind Shigaraki's ear (where the jaw starts), making him shiver again.

"Hmm, I like that. A lot." Said Shigaraki, "ya know what? I'm leaving this up to you. You can do whatever you want to me, I'm all yours." He was giving up control. He was gonna let Dabi take the reigns instead, let loose and relax. Huh, this was a good idea.

Dabi looked deep in thought for a few seconds, deciding what things to do to Shigaraki, where to start. Shigaraki started to grow impatient, imprisoned underneath Dabi. After some good consideration, Dabi finally decided on a few things.

"Hey, I want to see you. Can you strip for me?" Shigaraki did not hesitate a second to rip off his clothes, almost decaying them in the process. His skin was pale, tinted pink with his blush and marked with old scars and some beauty spots here and there. Dabi looked downward immediately and was impressed at the sight, and slightly surprised since he didn't expect Shigaraki to be that big. "Dang, gamer boy, you're impressive" Dabi purred at said gamer boy, who's face and chest were a lovely shade of reddish-pink.

Dabi then slowly scanned the rest Shigaraki's body with his eyes, clearly enjoying the view. The blue-haired man in question got even more impatient "just fuck me already, I want you, now."

Dabi chuckled lightly at the desire and desperation in his boss's voice. "Quite eager, aren't we?" He teased lightly, warming up his hands with his quirk and massaged Shigaraki's thighs. Shigaraki shivered at the touch and tried to move a bit so that Dabi's hands would be on his cock instead, but it was to no avail since Dabi held him firmly in place. So instead, Shigaraki tried to touch himself, but Dabi grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above Shigaraki's head. Shigaraki whined at the lack of friction, which provided Dabi further motivation to tease him. Dabi leant down and began kissing Shigaraki's thighs, then stomach, then chest and neck. He tried to kiss everywhere he could, everywhere except Shigaraki's dick.

"Oh for fucks sake, just do it already please Dabi please just fuck me already!"

Dabi let out a satisfied hum at that. Shigaraki's begging made him harder, and as much as Dabi wanted to suck the soul out of his boss, he still wanted to drag this thing they had going on a bit longer. The chances of something like this happening again were low, so Dabi had to make the most of it.

"Look at you, such a needy little slut" Dabi growled in a taunting tone "so hard, so desperate, and just for me?" Shigaraki grumbled and turned his head away, blushing harder, his hips jerking involuntarily. So apperantly Boss was into degradation, noted.

"Alright then Tomura, you're gonna be a good boy for me?" Shigaraki grumbled something again, and blushed harder. Dabi let his hands stray near Shigaraki's thighs and cock, barely touching. Leaning down close to Shigaraki's ear, "Now now~ I won't give you any pleasure if you're gonna be a brat. I could just leave you here, all alone." Dabi purred seductively, and bit Tomura's collarbone who whimpered in response, gripping his bedsheets tightly. "I'll ask again; are you gonna be a good boy for me? You're gonna listen to me and make pretty little noises? Do exactly as I say, understand?"

"Hnnng yeah I will- just fuck me please I'll be a good boy! I'll do everything you say! Please, just do something! "

Dabi's stomach did some funky backflips at hearing the pure lust and desire and desperation in Shigaraki's voice. "Fuck- say that again"

Shigaraki lurched forward, muttering a few colourful curses under his breath. He caught Dabi and wrapped his arms tightly around Dabi's shoulders, smashing their lips together in a brief yet heated kiss. He stopped kissing for a second to say, "Fucking- I'll be your good boy okay! I'll moan and scream for you I'll do whatever the fuck you want me to do, just- just- ugh! " and promptly brought their lips together again.

"Oh fuck yes, Tomura, I'll fuck you good and hard all night long, baby." To prove his words, Dabi gently, finally, stroked Tomura's cock, and the rewarding lewd moan Tomura let out was music to Dabi's ears.

They readjusted their position slightly, so now Shigaraki was sitting at the edge of his bed with Dabi kneeling on the floor in front of him. Finally, after what had felt like hours of torture and teasing, Dabi spread Tomura's legs wide, and leant down and put his mouth around the head of Tomura's cock. Tomura gasped at the touch, his hips jerking up in surprise. Slowly, Dabi began to sink lower, taking in as much of Tomura's huge member as he could fit in his mouth, going slowly at first, then suddenly quickening his pace.

Tomura shouted in surprise as Dabi swallowed him down, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of Dabi’s throat. Without thinking, Tomura tangled one of his hands into Dabi’s black hair, his grip tight and punishing. Dabi rumbled in pleasure, sending a vibration down Tomura’s length that had his toes curling, "Fuck- fuck, okay yeah cool"

Dabi looked up at him, a smug look in his eyes.

Slowly, Dabi brought his head back up then slammed down again, resulting in a gasp from Tomura. Dabi began to bob his head up and down in a slow and sensual rhythm, holding eye contact the entire time. He was enjoying himself.

Dabi was being torturously slow and that annoyed the hell out of Shigaraki. But their eye contact was held as a challenge, to see who would break it first. That was a thing Tomura was struggling with. Dabi seemed to have complete control over him, despite being the one looked down upon. To Tomura, just the sight of Dabi seated between his legs, mouth filled with his cock and that look in his eyes; that was more than enough to fluster Tomura, despite the lack of friction. He was the first to look away, bite his lips to poorly hide a whimper.

Immediately after the eye contact broke, Dabi rose his head up, moving to suck and bite Tomura's inner thighs instead.

All the foreplay had already put Shigaraki on the brink of collapse. He was turning into a whimpering and moaning mess, gripping onto the sheets with one hand and Dabi's hair with another.

"ughh please Dabi- more-"

Dabi, on the other hand, was having a power trip. Shigaraki Tomura, enemy of the nation, most dangerous man alive, falling apart with barely any effort. Shigaraki kept whining and gasping and desperately tugging Dabi's hair. The boss was the one completely naked and covered in possessive marks, while Dabi simply languidly moved his tongue across that monstrosity of a cock. It fueled Dabi's obsession and also made him realise how tight his pants were getting. He was getting impatient.

"do you have any lube? and condoms?"

"uh- no?" right. of course he didn't.

"right. of course you don't. fucking virgin."

that earned Dabi a sharp pull of his hair, to which he fake moaned dramatically. "all right, let me get some from my room" he said, getting up.

"w-wait- " Tomura seemed to panic, grabbing Dabi's wrist "don't go…" he pouted.

Dabi's heart fluttered. he leaned down to peck his lips, "dont worry boss, I'll be back soon" and sprinted to complete his mission

upon returning from his room, which took less than 2 minutes mind you, Dabi came upon quite the sight: Shigaraki Tomura, wearing nothing but Dabi's coat, jerking himself off. Dabi stood transfixed for a moment, eyes unable to turn away from that veiny, weeping cock, from Shigaraki's bony hands moving at inhuman speeds, muttering Dabi's name into his coat, breathing in his scent.

Dabi might as well go insane.

Tomura's eyes fell on him at last, making eye contact. He seemed to be getting off on being watched, came with a shudder and Dabi's name on his lips.

Dabi… might as well go insane.

"Uh. boss."

"yes, my soldier?" a cat like smile, eyes still dazed

"...I thought I told you to wait for me." he crosses his arms

Tomura gets on his stomach and elbows, hair falling over most of his face, coat slipping off one shoulder. "what're you gonna do about it?" he murmured, " punish me?"

and with that, all of Dabi’s self control went down the drain.

He charged onto the bed, flipped Tomura over, pinning him to the bed. They kissed passionately, completely engrossed in the other's essence, blind to the world. Yes, Dabi did shove his tongue down Tomura’s throat and yes, Tomura did respond with a strangled moan.

Breaking away from the kiss, Tomura looked even more fuckable. Hair messy, covered in bites and hickeys, mouth slack and red, eyes lidded, panting, his own cum on his stomach and his dick already hard. What a painting. Dabi could not wait a moment longer to wreck him more.

Dabi got rid of his clothes as well, put on a condom and started to work open Tomura's hole.

Tomura lied down on his back, spreading his legs open,allowing dabi access.

dabis fingers were warm and gentle as they began teasing the rim, slick with lube. he made sure to prep tomura properly, he definitely wouldn't want to hurt him. not only because he cared for him, but also because Tomura would literally rip Dabi's dick off if something went wrong.

the fingers penetrating tomura felt cold and uncomfortable at first, but soon enough he was enjoying himself. dabi was warming up his hands with his quirk and was curling his fingers just right.

Dabi gazed at Shigaraki as he continued his ministrations, and a fleeting thought came- he wanted to ride his boss' dick some day. it would be a waste not to.

and soon enough, with all the preparations done, they were ready. Tomura's hole clenched in anticipation. He felt like he'd been waiting for this for an eternity.

"relax" dabi said.

Nodding, tomura responded "I'm ready"

dabi coated his penis with some leftover lube, and pressed the head up against the rim. slowly, he pushed inside. he didn't go all the way just yet, and waited for Shigaraki to give him the green to continue.

tomura bit his lip and scrunched his eyes in concentration, getting used to the feeling of fullness. he nodded at dabi.

fuck that went deep. very deep. Dabi slid out slowly, then slammed back in, shaking Tomura's whole world.

dabi pulled out, and pushed his dick in all the way until he bottomed out.

Tomura had half a mind to tell Dabi to slow down, but to be honest he liked it. he liked the way dabi dragged his length in Tomura's hole, he liked the way the man above moved harshly and desperately.

dabi was trying hard to keep his cool, but tomura was just so warm and tight, he made all the right noises and his back arched and his ass was so plump. dabi had one hand gripping tomuras waist and the other hand in that soft blue hair

tomura was lost in his own pleasure, chasing that dopamine high. his moans were loud and he was chanting Dabi's name as his hard dick stretched his walls.

they kept going at it, dabi pounding him progressively harder, hitting all the good spots. tomura was practically getting hammered into the bed, which creaked with every thrust. tomuras eyes rolled back, a string of moans and incoherent begging escaped his mouth. their minds were filled with buzzing and a warm feeling was gathering rapidly in their lower abdomens.

at one point, they switched positions to doggy style. this allowed dabi a better view of that ass, and he found the perfect angle to ram into Tomura's sensitive spot.

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with lewd sounds. their bodies were sweat-slicked and hot. this was everything tomura had dreamt of, and dabi had craved. who'd have thought they'd be doing this.

soon enough, Tomura's asshole was clenching as he came a second time, Dabi's name on his tongue, eyes rolling and back arching.

dabi himself was unable to hold on any longer and burrowed deep inside Tomura's tight warmth, also coming.

.

later, after having cleaned up, the two were cuddling on the bed, spooning. yes, dabi was big spoon. Dabi's one hand was caressing Tomura's hair, and the other mischievously snaked down Tomura's abdomen and grasped the base of his cock.

Shigaraki grunted, asking sleepily "what are you doing now…"

dabi pressed closer from behind to the other's ear, talking sensually "tomura, I am going to ride your dick one day." he began pumping, feeling Tomura get a bit harder "i want this inside me so bad… you're great when you're submissive and breedable but fuck man… it would be a waste if I didn't… i wanna be filled up by you too…"

then, tomura turned around suddenly to face dabi. he stared intensly for a moment, and pulled another bullshit move that would make dabi go insane. Tomura climbed on top of dabi, stared right into Dabi's eyes, hot blue and cold red, and breathed out "What are you waiting for?"

dabi smirked to himself. this night was far from over.

[messagesfromthestarrs]

The Monster Under Your Bed

There is a monster under your bed. It has been there for years now. Ever since that fateful summer night, as a child, you forgot to close your window. It slid in, one with the shadows, finding refuge underneath the warmth of your body and bedsheets.

It knew It would be safe, with you there above It. It spent weeks, months, unnoticed. But perhaps, as a child, you'd had sharper senses, a sixth sense even, and kept looking under your bed, trying to figure out what's off.

the monster wanted so bad for you to see It, and back then even It was so naive, just an extension of the shadows. It trusted you already, and It thought you knew about It already. It had made itself the the shadows of your toys, the imaginary friend, spending days in your closet and nights under your cot. It thought the two of you were friends. So, It summoned all It's strength at the time and took a semi solid form. It saw your eyes widen, and It heard you scream with what It could only assume was joy. Surely you would have been happy to finally see the friend your parents always told you was fake? You were even running out of your room and calling for them!

But the thing was, It didn't like your parents. They were always oh so strict, telling you to put your toys away and go to sleep, then to wake up and go to school. They kept insisting that It didn't exist, that you would grow up and realise how stupid you were as a child, talking to the shadows. It didn't want to waste It's energy on gracing them with It's presence. To be honest... It was even slightly scared of them. They could take you away from It.

No, It would never let such a horrendous thing happen. As soon as It's strength increased, It would focus on making a bond between the two of you first, so you could be forever together. Most of It's kin simply went from host to host, causing nightmares and never staying long. Most of It's kin had abilities related to disguises and quick escapes. None cared for anything other than Themselves. Originally, It had been like that too. But after It found you... It changed It's mind.

Everytime you went to call for your parents, begging them to see under the bed, they would simply be unable to. You called It a monster, begging your parents to just believe you for once. They didn't listen, called you stupid and childish. At one point, you wanted to start sleeping in the same room as them again. They just laughed.

At first, It felt hurt. Really hurt. But It didn't hold it against you. Maybe It just needed to improve its form? And possibly get rid of your parents? And then, surely the two of you would finally get to have all the fun in the world.

This continued till your teenage years. Soon enough, you started arguing with your parents more. They started yelling more. You started crying more. It didn't know whether to be happy or not. On the brighter side, you were spending time away from those killjoys, and spending more time in your bed, above It. On the other hand... you seemed troubled. Even It could notice that. So It would slither up sometimes, extend and arm towards you, cold but caring. And you would cry more, It was sure in happiness.

Nowadays, things were different yet similar. You had moved out of your parents' house now, and It had followed, ever faithful. Your new home was just as cold and filled with shadows as your old, so It liked the place very much. It had grown in power, just as you had grown in understanding.

You still had to go to that horrible job of yours, and even to university, but It was a very patient being. At the end of the day, you would collapse into bed, and dream of a better life. And The Monster? It was just happy to be in your presence, under your bed. All it wanted was You.

And Its wish came true. It spent hours in the morning, craving your warmth on top of the bed as it paced in the shadows. And you listened! you left your job, stopped going to classes, stopped talking to 'friends' (It didn't like them, It didn't like that you were smiling with them, and not with It.), you just, existed.

You begun laying in bed all day, wrapped up in blankets in the dark. And oh how happy The Monster was! How kind and caring were you, to devote every second of your existence to It! It craved your presence and your attention, and that's what It got.

You stared into the darkness, and the darkness stared back. And for once, you neither screamed nor cried. You did not smile or blink or speak. And when It reached out, the darkness alongside, you let it.

[messagesfromthestarrs]

I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing.

[messagesfromthestarrs]

as the years pass

by A.F. (me)

with a sigh I look outside the window

and see children playing on the roadside

I wish I could go back in time to relive those fond memories

but I am chained to my desk and responsibilities

Once upon a time I wished

to grow up and be an adult in an instant

but now I only wish to slow down the process as much as possible

as the years pass, my bag grows heavier with books

as the years pass, I must put in more effort than it took before

I turn back to the piles of books and papers on my table

realising with dread that I will never be able to get back the years that passed.

I take note of my incomplete assignments and upcoming tests

and with defeat and resignment

I sigh yet again, pick up my pen, and start writing again

[messagesfromthestarrs]

You were the needle in a haystack

Synopsis: In a world where being abnormal is the new normal, finding a person who doesn’t have any superpowers is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Nana Shimura meets a young man and sees so much potential in him. Toshinori Yagi meets a boy who’s just like himself. Izuku Midoriya meets his idol and finds the similarities between themselves.

[Dadmight and slight Mama Shimura, oneshot, found family, canon character death mention].

85% of the whole world’s population had peculiar powers. Some could make ice, some could fly, some could change their appearance. Others could bend the elements at their will, defying laws of physics and not making sense in general. These random mutations had taken the majority of the population. These mutations were the minority first, and were heavily discriminated against. But as time went on and with each passing generation the mutations got more and more frequent, the stigma died down. These powers were started to be called Quirks. The ratio of quirk to quirkless varied from region to region, due to the variation in the number of people populating a country.

However, the minority is always discriminated against. In a world dominated by the unnatural, those who once used to be considered “normal” were now the weird ones.

Toshinori Yagi was one of them.

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[messagesfromthestarrs]

hey! this is my writing blog, I'm open to requests, they'll take some time tho because school and stuff

fandoms i write for:

my hero academia

genshin impact

jujutsu kaisen

the arcana

tgcf (heaven official's blessing)

svsss (scum villain)

alice in borderland

harry potter (unfortunately)

hunger games

the disastrous life of saiki k

percy jackson

I'll write x readers, ships, angst, fluff, smut, and non fandom stuff too. might include ocs. Will update every now and then

I'll write most stuff, but just because I write it doesn't mean I support it or that its okay. its all just for practice

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