Something Silly (sorry I Just Woke Up Like Two Hour Ago But Im Still Sleepy)

ᝰ.ᐟtweets between the racers #2

.ᐟcw: vulgar language, dark jokes, crack

"𝑂ℎ, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛', 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟

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A/n: not funny but we ball

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୨୧.ᐟBunny season ♡ rin & shidou

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, threesome, rin x reader x shidou, bunny!reader, overstimulation, corruption

"𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑤" - 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑏𝑦 𝑧𝑎𝑦𝑛

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

It started with a stare. 

Menacing, rough eyes undressing you. Rin had been eyeing like a hawk since you walked into the party. Half a glass of something swishing around but his eyes bore into you. 

Then shidou shows up, leather jacket and all. He was in your personal space before you could even acknowledge him.

“Well, well, well.” he grins, leaning down to your level “didn’t know they let bunnies into places like this” you step back, eyes wide as the 6ft tall man moves closer not leaving any room to even breathe.

“But i’m no-”

“Oh but you are. You look so high alert like this is your first time at a party. You stand out cause you’re too cute to ignore” he smirks watching you tremble. “And i bet you taste delicious” (i’m sorry) 

His fingers graze your thighs, playing with the lacey hem of your white skirt. You didn’t know what to do. Do you cry? Scream for help? Slap him and end up getting obliterated by him? 

“Back off” the man from earlier cuts in. the same one who was staring you down like you’re the last piece of food on earth. You flinched, looking up at the other guy who was now crowding your space.

Shidou just laughs “aww rin, don’t tell me you already claimed her?” your breath catches when rin wraps an arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his hard one. 

“She not yours” shidou purrs, pushing rin’s buttons

“She’s not yours either” and that’s when you realize they’re not fighting over who can have you but who’s going to ruin you first. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in a vip room of the club the party was hosted at. You were on shidou’s lap, back pressed against his chest, his lips trailing over the soft skin of your shoulder blades and neck. Not leaving a single place untouched. He’d grip your face when he felt like it, pulling you back just to slam his lips down onto yours, roughly making out with them. Poor you who hasn’t even had a kiss is now having to deal with animals like rin and shidou for your first time. 

Rin on the other hand is on his knees infront of you, lips moving along your thighs, skirt bunched up at your hips. He ever so slightly grazes them over your wet panties when he feels like he’s losing your attention. His free hands massage your thighs, large hands painfully squeezing the life out of them. 

“You’re shaking” mutters rin “sensitive already?” 

“I barely touched her. She was made for this, weren’t you, bunny?” shidou muses against your ears making you shiver.

“Say it” shidou grips your jaw making you look at him. “Tell me you like it” 

“I-i like it” your voice comes out broken, only making their cocks strain harder against the tight confinements of their pants

“Atta’ girl” shidou grinds up against you, rin moves your panties to the side and dips his middle finger inside watching your expression change. The way you tighten around him has him wishing he pushed his cock inside, rather than his finger.

You whimper quietly, shidou’s boner pressing into your ass. His hands travel up your waist, pulling down your shirt, along with your bra, intently watching your boobs spring free. It’s cold, your nipples are already hard and perky for attention. Shidou’s thumbs graze them. Pinching the soft flesh.

“So sensitive” he laughs at your expression. He tugs on them earning a loud high pitched moan from you, at the same time rin curls his finger up. 

Was that too loud? Maybe? Your face is red, you want to look away, but shidou’s grip is too strong on your face. You’d run but you’re trapped between 2 literal animals. 

“She won’t last” says rin, thrusting his finger inside of you again and again, biting down on your plush lip.

“She doesn’t need to” 

𖦹 ׂ𓈒🐇⋆ ۪

And then it hits—overstim after overstim. Rin and shidou pull moans after moans and orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

Rin whispers commands like prayers, fingers never slowing.

Shidou talks filthy, edging you and teasing until your brain's gone.

By the end, you’re boneless, drenched in sweat, your mind floating. Shidou kisses your temple like a lover. Rin tugs your chin and makes you look at the mess between your thighs. His ring and middle finger are completely drenched in your juices. He wipes the mess using your poor lacey panties, tossing them aside once he’s done.

“You’re ours now bunny, you can run as much as you want but we’ll catch you” 

“Soon, that pretty, unpopped cherry of yours will be ours too” 

PART 2?

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to me i think your trademark is anything and everything shiggy obviously, but also all the love you show your mutuals and anybody who interacts with you

pretty much just your overall kindness <33

look at him how can u not want to talk abt him constantly hehe ty <33

haiii twinnn 15 and 25 for the soft asks plssss :333

twinnn (yesss i wanna hear what ur most proudest of in the dms i love lore drops)

n e waysss

15; comfort food?

uhh i’m so basic w this it’s lwk embarrassing but like my adhd and the tism doesn’t really allow me to branch out and i usually stick to the same kinds of foods, lately though i’ve been trying new things with my friends and that’s been fun

but uh either chicken alfredo or chicken tenders and fries, but like if we’re getting deep with it probably mac and cheese (trauma lolll)

25; if your soul was a color, what would it be?

damn and u said i was getting deep?? uh honestly idrk i love all kinds of colors, especially blues and reds and grays, some oranges/yellows, pastels are cool too, some greens ig

hmm idk really, although if i had to pick i’ve always been deeply connected and attached to aquamarine, teal and sage.

there’s js something abt these three colors that feel like home to me, but if i have to specifically pick one i’d have to go with teal

in love with this omg the silly banter between them all ❤️❤️

♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ i. stranger danger iii. tbd

ii. shush boykissers (𝄞) m.list

you were already a pretty light sleeper under normal conditions, so it wasn't surprising that the loud creaking of the floorboards woke you up in the middle of the night. at first you just assumed, that tomura had gotten up to get himself a glass of water and were ready to go back to sleep without a second thought. but something didn't feel right. the steps felt heavier, too heavy for someone who had just rolled out of bed.

immediately your chest tightened. thoughts raced to your head about who the intruder could possibly be. one thought in particular clung to you, but you refused to let yourself entertain it. everything rational within you screamed for you to text tomura and get both of your asses out of here. and yet, not a second later you had hushed across your room to hear the intruder better. your ear was glued to the door, trying to make out any sound. 

there were only a few more creaks, followed by a heavy thud. the steps were a lot lighter now and the floorboards didn't creak anymore. it was safe to assume that the person had taken their shoes off. but why? if they had broken in, why would they bother taking their shoes off? you knew, you should be a lot more terrified, but for some reason you were just confused. 

a deep breath escaped your lips before you slowly pressed down the door handle. this was a stupid decision. you knew full well, that you should have probably run the other way the moment you had heard any type of noise. the smartest decision would have been to climb out the window and use the little ledge on the window sill to climb over to tomura's room and wake him up. instead you gently pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch black living room. 

you couldn't hear any steps. the sudden dead silence enveloped you like an eery, dark cloak. you had expected to see a figure move through the room, but there was none. there was no way you had imagined all of it, was there? from the door to your room, you could see the entire living room. to see the kitchen, though, you would have to round the corner, because the wall from the entry hallway that connected to the kitchen island blocked your view to it. there was a slight rustling sound again, followed by the fridge being opened? you'd never heard of people going through fridges, when breaking and entering, but in all fairness, in this economy, you couldn't blame them for trying. obviously they didn't know your brother well, though. if they did, they would know his fridge wasn't worth opening. there was never anything worthwhile in there, except for energy drinks, ice cream and half empty take-out containers if you were lucky.

"fuck's sake!" a deep voice hissed.

you were pretty sure now, that it was a guy, but you couldn't place the voice. that was much more relieving, that it should be, but a man you didn't know was very likely to be safer, than the ones you did know. still, you grabbed tomura's keys from the little bowl in the entry way – careful not to let the keychains dangle. you tiptoed over to the kitchen, the cold metal of the keys digging into your skin. you kept close to the wall, so he wouldn't see you, but by the time you reached the kitchen island, he was already walking back toward the living room. you could only hope, that he hadn't seen you yet. you pushed your body into the wall, as if that would make it swallow you. 

he stopped walking. you decided to take that second to try and at least make out some features. he was dressed so dark, that his frame almost entirely blended into the pitch black background. he was wearing a hooded jacket, hiding any feature you would have otherwise maybe seen, beneath it. his arm shifted, at least that's what you assumed it was, since your eyes still hadn't gotten used to the dark. that proved unnecessary a second after, because his elbow hit the light switch. the sudden shift in lighting momentarily blinded you and somehow turned off the alarm signals, that should have told you to get the fuck out of there.

"not running off this time?" you jumped back hearing the playful tone of his voice.

blinking a few times to get used to the very bright light, you stared up at him. when you recognized who he was, you felt both relief that he wasn't some psycho killer and a little annoyed that he had obviously noticed you a bit ago and messed with you for whatever reason. you had been right about him wearing all black, though. his thick hooded jacket covered his pitch black hair almost entirely. it didn't however cover the shit-eating grin, that he was staring down at you with.

"to be fair, you were a strange man in my brother's apartment." you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "and i was in a towel."

"fair enough." he laughed pulling the hood of his jacket down. 

even though you hadn't really looked at him, when you had bolted out of the room yesterday, you had seen his face a bunch online before. he had been everywhere together with the rest of lov, when their first single blew up. now that dabi's face was lit entirely, you could see the black ink snaking its way up his neck from below his jacket. there weren't any on his face, but he had more than enough piercings to make up for it. just from a quick glance you could see little silver balls adorning his right eyebrow, three more on the left side of his nose and he had snake bites. his black hair was tousled into every possible direction, sticking out in messy spikes. he was taller than you and a good bit broader, too, though that could just as well be the thickness of his jacket.

"didn't mean to wake you up, by the way." he unzipped his jacket and lazily dropped it onto the kitchen island. even though the hoodie that he was wearing under it was baggy and obviously intended to fit loosely, you could see the broad shoulders underneath it. the tattoos from his neck obviously continued under the collar of his hoodie.

"you're good." you smiled, awkwardly shifting your feet.

he just nodded and slumped onto the couch. you assumed that to have been the end of your conversation and where just about ready to leave, when he spoke up again. "i'm dabi by the way."

it was kind of funny that he felt the need to introduce himself, when you both knew, that you were aware who he was. maybe he just thought it was the polite thing to do. 

"y/n." you said quietly. you weren't sure if tomura had mentioned your name. himiko had told you earlier tonight, that tomura had never mentioned you, so you probably were right to introduce yourself. dabi just hummed, resting his feet on the coffee table next to three open cans of monster and the bag of chips tomura had opened sometime before you had moved in. his eyes turned to you again, looking at you, almost as if he was trying to remember something.

"wait, i know you." you furrowed your brows looking back at him. "didn't you say you didn't like lov on twitter bout a week ago?"

if only you had taken the advice of the smarter part of your brain and climbed out the window when you had the chance. you laughed awkwardly, wishing you could be anywhere but here – preferably somewhere six feet under ground. and not right in front of the bassist of the band, you had publicly claimed hating, even though it had been for a joke. the whole thing had blown up completely with their vicious fans literally blowing up your phone with hate comments and threats. you remembered vividly that somehow dabi, of all people, had found your post and even commented. tomura had found the entire thing hilarious, because of course he did. but he had never mentioned to dabi that the person who had made that viral post, was his sister.

"i didn't actually mean that." you choked out an awkward laugh. dabi's head tilted to the side. he stared at you so intensely now, as if he are genuinely curious about the explanation. you just then noticed how brightly blue his eyes were. which was only accented with the black color that was smudged all around his eyes. and it looked like he was wearing black mascara as well. "i honestly just wanted to mess with tomu. never expected that shit to blow up the way it did."

he looked at you for a good second, as if he was processing what you had just said. and then he just straight up snorted out a laugh.

"so what i'm hearing is you don't actually think we suck?" 

"didn't say that, did i?" you decided to be petty and mess with him a little. as payback for him messing with you earlier. 

from the way his eyebrow raised, you assumed that he hadn't expected that answer.

"wait for real?"

you just shrugged, trying your best to keep a straight face. he kept his bright eyes on you, trying to gauge your expression for any sign if you were being serious or not. he gave up a few seconds after.

"come on, you're killing me here."

you laughed seeing how invested he seemed to be. it was kind of nice to see, how serious he was taking this, especially since you know how much the band meant to your brother. you decided to make him suffer no longer.

"i'm kidding." it was funny to watch the actual relief on his face. "most of your stuff's actually really good."

"just most, huh?" he leaned back on the couch very quickly switching to his grin from before.

you stared at him with a deadpan expression, which of course, he found even more amusing.

"obviously not what i meant." you rolled your eyes.

dabi let out a soft chuckle, still actively amused by annoying you. even though, he was sure, that you weren't actually as annoyed as you tried to look. and he would've been right. "you have a favorite?" 

"hm?"

dabi grinned seeing your head tilt, not understanding what he wanted from you.

"favorite song, i mean." 

the question left you more stumped, than it probably should have. you had been honest with dabi, you really did like all of their music. both the heavier rock songs they played and the very few slower songs they had – even their covers were usually very nice to listen to. even though, tomura usually asked you for your opinion the moment, they released anything, you had never really been able to pick a clear favorite. though you had been able to give him an answer earlier, that was usually heavily influenced by the way you were feeling on that particular day.

"don't think i could pick that easily." you shrugged. "but i've been listening to blue from the new ep a lot."

something lit up in his eyes, when you said that. it was subtle enough, thought for you to not really register it as out of the ordinary. dabi just hummed in response, not commenting on your choice at all. silence befell the two of you. the realization hit, that it was probably well over four am in the morning and though, tomura had the ability to sleep through five fire alarms blaring at the same time and would not be woken up by the two of you just talking, you should probably sleep at some point, if you wanted to at least pretend to pay attention in your 8am class.

"i should probably head back." you said, already turning on your heel, when dabi stopped you.

"hold on." he got up from the couch and was now standing barely two feet away from you. "give me your number."

"huh?" you couldn't help but stare at him for a couple seconds. the surprise on your face was palpable and probably really obvious, but you had genuinely not expected him to say that. especially not as demanding as he did. he just smiled, completely ignoring how you had reacted, which you were sure he was doing purposefully. 

"you live here too, now. 's only fair, i give you a heads up when i'm coming over." he explained.

that made a lot of sense, actually. and it was really considerate of him. you quickly hushed into the kitchen and grabbed a little piece of paper from one of the cabinets. you quickly scribbled your number on it and handed it to him. he thanked you and haphazardly folded it before letting it slip into the side pocket of his pants. it didn't really occur to you, until then, that you had given an entirely strange guy your number, but you figured, that it wasn't that much of an issue, considering that tomura was close to him. 

"it was nice to meet you, dabi." you smiled at him. " good night."

"night, y/n."

♪ ༘⋆ backstage pass

⋆ everyone in the band is a boykisser.

⋆ himiko leans more to women, but she's had crushes on boys before (she just loves love).

⋆ touya is the only one of the guys to have had been with women before. though unlabelled, tomura and spinner have both only dated guys.

⋆ tomura will deny it, but him and touya have kissed before (on multiple occasions).

⋆ the band practices under the basement of the black wing, that keigo let's them use for free, since they play gigs in the bar for free and that brings in a lot of people

⋆ keigo actually hadn't intended of having y/n work a full shift, but she did well enough, that he decided to skip the trial shift and immediately hired her

⋆ rumi and y/n immediately clicked within ten minutes of working together. on that note, rumi spent about twenty minutes teaching y/n about the bar and the rest of the day relentlessly bullying keigo and bitching about shitty customers

⋆ himiko immediately forced both y/n and rumi to stop working when she and the band ( - dabi obviously) walked in, because she was so excited to meet tomura's sister.

⋆ they spent an hour getting to know each other and it would have been more, but spinner came up from the basement to drag her to practice

⋆ y/n had fully expected ochaco to leave, when her friends called her to go out for ice cream with her and had not at all expected to be invited. himiko tried sneaking out with them, when they went down to say bye to the band, but spinner caught her

⋆ ochaco calls all her female friends muses. she has a folder dedicated to each one, full of pictures she took (with consent ofc). himiko’s folder was already twice the size of the average when the two were still friends.

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he should've been at the club im going to throw up

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ᝰ.ᐟ street racer!Isagi headcanons

.ᐟcw: street racer!isagi, explicit, nsfw, drugs, mdni

"𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒" - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅

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street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Competitive to the core. He’s not here to just participate; he’s here to win. And if you challenge him? Be prepared for him to go all out.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Off the track, he’s surprisingly sweet, but don’t mistake that for softness. He’ll talk shit with the best of them when he’s behind the wheel.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Aggressive but calculated. Isagi doesn’t waste movement—every turn, every drift, every nitrous boost is intentional.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Drives a sleek, midnight blue Nissan GT-R R35—a mix of speed, power, and control.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Protective, but in a way that fuels his drive. If you’re watching him race? He’s winning for you.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Will tease you mercilessly when you try to act tough. “You talk big, but you’re gripping the seat pretty tight, doll.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ The type to memorize every street, every turn, every shortcut—so he can use them when it counts.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟIf he gets behind? Don’t count him out. He’s studying every weakness in his opponent’s driving and will find the perfect moment to strike.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Treats his car like a teammate, constantly fine-tuning it for peak performance.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ You’ll always catch him under the hood, tweaking something, making sure everything is perfect.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Gets pissed when people lean on it without permission. “Hands off. You don’t touch someone’s car unless you wanna race for it.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a win, he always pulls you close, hand gripping your chin before pressing his forehead against yours. “Told you I’d take first. Now, what’s my reward?”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you ask to drive? He hesitates—hard. But if he lets you? He’s watching closely, one hand on your thigh, guiding you through the gears.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ His love language? Teasing. He’ll pretend to ignore you while he’s working on his car—until you climb onto the hood just to get his attention. or when he's actually trying to focus, torso hidden under the car and you climb onto his lap, giggling at the tiny grunts and groans of his as you rub up against him.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ get's sooo so jealous, if he even sees a guy anywhere near you, he won't say anything but will walk up to you, throwing as arm around your shoulder, making unnecessary 'inappropriate' jokes, slapping your ass, what not, just to show the guy you're his.

"baby, who's this? oh a friend? that's cute, tell this 'friend' you're thrasher's property, okay?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you get mad at him? He’ll throw you in the passenger seat and race until your frustration melts into adrenaline. and if you're still mad, he'll help you relax by shoving his cock deep inside your cunt while he rides, so you can squirm around on it as you warm his cock.

"shh, relax, if you wanna cum, you have behave for the rest of the ride, or no cock and no cumming"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Lowkey loves when you get bratty, but there’s a limit. If you push too far? He’ll find creative ways to make you behave. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Now you’ve got all of it.” he would say while having you ride his fingers.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Smokes only when he’s pissed off. You’ll catch him leaning against his car, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes dark with frustration. If he's really mad, he'll bend you over his hood and take it out on you even if you didn't do anything :(

"you take cock so fuckin' well, this little pussy was made for me. made to be ruined by me"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a big win, he’ll fuck you in the driver’s seat, windows fogged up, sweat slicking his skin. (he loves car sex) "Wanna sit pretty and let me ruin you, doll?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ loves when you go out with him to a party, and he can do drugs with you. of course he's more strict with you and has more rules set out. and if you're willing, he'll do body shots with you, placing the shot glass in the most intimate placing, not caring who sees.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ he smokes weed after a long day of racing and tuning cars.

"c'mere, doll. wanna help? sit on my lap here"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ does everything to see you in lingerie, especially the sheer and see-through ones. will make you get on your knees and knead your tits and abuse your poor little nipples while he gets off on the sight, nutting all over your face and body.

"fuck, yeah that's it, keep playing with your tits, do it like how i taught you, that's right, good girl"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Isn't a huge fan of overall drugs, other than some relaxants after a race or before a race. he prefers the feeling of euphoria over the feeling of wanna party. that's why he has pills lying around his house, which he'll take from time to time. and if you decide to take it, he'll definitely take care of you, letting you cock warm him as your body falls limp.

"mm, baby your pussy is so warm."

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ looks who hot when he does weed, eyes just red and narrow, while he watches you.

"you look so pretty like this, doll. want more of you"

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i felt super inspired after the denki smau, so enjoy this hitoshi smau, same layout as the denki one, some texts were made using social maker (no longer on the app store), and others i made by texting myself. i also started making this at 5am so excuse the typos and mistakes as sleep deprivation. (may or may not write a little drabble show casing what happened at the end of both this smau and the denki one)

context; reader is quirkless, works at a cafe, and grew up with hitoshi. they are now neighbors in the same apartment building. i tried to keep it gender neutral, hopefully i succeeded.

cw; mentions of harassment and stalkerish behavior (not from hitoshi)

edit to add; i worked on this longer than i’d like to admit and it’s taken me years to get back into writing so please don’t use, steal, or copy my works thank you 🙏🏼