corpsekiller

[corpsekiller]

@waiting-for-motivation how i'll be standing in front of your window tonight

[corpsekiller]

mafia boss bakugou 🩸

#it would have been a crime not to reblog this #might write a little something about this #🥀—recs #bakugou katsuki

[corpsekiller]

lea, i missed you and your writing so much!! how have you been?

aww, thank you so much! so far i'm doing well besides the fact that uni is stressing me out a bit, but that comes with studying psychology and all💀 i hope you're okay too, love <3

#✉ — the dead are writing #grave: unknown

[corpsekiller]

thinking about…

bestfriend!bakugou who lets you hang out in his dorm room as he’s sleeping. who constantly complains about the noise but isn’t actually able to sleep unless he can hear your comments about the book you’re reading or a movie you’re watching. softly smiling in the mornings when he sees your coffee cups on his desk and little notes littered all around his room.

bestfriend!bakugou who loves watching you crochet next to him in bed as you two are watching a show together. watching as you treat the project with so much care and attention it makes him almost jealous of it. laying his head on your lap and looking towards the screen.

bestfriend!bakugou who listens to you rant to him about how your kindle doesn’t have a series you want to read, telling him that you wanted to find out if it was good before buying the paperbacks. he just laughs as you grab one of your books and start flipping through pages trying to find a quote you wanted to show him.

bestfriend!bakugou who buys the series you wanted and writes a small ‘tell me all about it after you finish it, sweetheart’ inside the book and watches you freak out when you see the collection of books sitting so gently atop your bed.

bestfriend!bakugou who gives in with a sigh when you ask to wrap ribbons and put red kiss marks on him for pictures to put in your wallet. even smiling brightly in one to make you happy.

bestfriend!bakugou who holds you as close as he can to himself when you guys ride the subway. wrapping an arm around you and putting you as close to the wall and himself as he can, trying to shield you from whatever danger that existed.

bestfriend!bakugou who holds your hair back with one hand, heating his palm up as he moves his other hand in circles on your back. leaving soft kisses on your head and whispering how you shouldn’t of drank as much as you did. only leaving your side to grab you water and his clothes for you to change into.

bestfriend!bakugou who asks you to be his girlfriend with a bouquet of picked flowers and a blush on his face. looking anywhere but your eyes and trying not to light the flowers on fire.

boyfriend!bakugou who gives into anything you ask of him as soon as you flash him your puppy dog eyes. and if you go the extra mile to pout, it’s over for him.

boyfriend!bakugou who watches with a smile and held back laughter as you dance around his room to mitski in tears, screaming the lyrics into a fake microphone.

boyfriend!bakugou who lets out tiny but loud explosions while you two are watching horror movies just to see you jump and hit his chest with a shake of your head.

boyfriend!bakugou who holds your hand to keep it warm when you drag him to pumpkin patches in fall. dragging him around and pointing to pumpkins saying how the green ones look like deku.

boyfriend!bakugou who lets you decorate his dorm room and childhood bedroom for holidays, just enjoying how happy it makes you.

#no you don't understand how obsessed i am with this #op you really made my day with this #especially after my classes at uni💀 #🥀 — recs

[corpsekiller]

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠) — 𝐤.𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

PAIRING. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, overuse of quirk, mentions of burns

SYNOPSIS. after pushing himself beyond his limits during training, katsuki tries to deal with the consequences of his actions on his own.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so, i'm finally back after taking a long break from writing! i honestly didn't plan to disappear without a word, but uni and work were keeping me really busy and i just didn't find the time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little fic! <3

LENGTH. will be added later!

MASTERLIST

Everything fuckin' hurts.

His skin is reddened and the palms are blistered, aching and tender to the touch as he fumbles with the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small bag for some bandages to cover his open wounds. The cold water he ran over his sore fingers did little to soothe the pain and Bakugou swallows a broken sob when he finds nothing to stop the cuts from bleeding, tries to blink away the tears that begin to blur his vision as he tosses the first-aid kit across the room and slides down the wall to his knees.

"Katsu, are you in there?"

Your voice makes him flinch. It's muffled behind the closed door, barely audible, but he can still hear the honest concern laced in every word as you call out his name a second time. His heart stumbles in his chest, a treacherous rhythm behind his ribs that begs for help and yet, he can't bring himself to reply no matter how hard he tries — his lips part, but instead of words he finds stones in the hollow of his mouth.

No sound leaves his throat.

You're so pathetic, a voice whispers. It sounds strangely like his own.

For a second, Katsuki stares at the sickeningly white tiles beneath his feet, now stained with the remnants of his blood still oozing from his hand. Deep crimson glints tauntingly back at him, the bitter affirmation of his failure to control his explosive quirk reflecting in each little drop and fuck, he feels another sob shatter his body before he can clasp his bruised hands over his mouth — it makes him want to claw right through his chest, to grab his weakness right by the fuckin' throat and twist its brittle neck to silence it for the rest of his life.

He can't.

"Fuck off," he manages to bark around the stones and buries his face in the crook of his elbow, presses his nose into the sleeve of his of his shirt to suffocate this awful desperation that threatens to climb out his throat. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your fuckin' help."

It's dreadfully quiet on the other side of the door.

Katsuki's breath hitches in his chest and he listens, counts the seconds — one, two, three, four — but besides the sound of his own thoughts roaring in his head, he can't hear anything else and the realization that tumbles down with this observation feels like a knife being pushed slowly into his flesh.

You left, he thinks bitterly, he finally pushed you away like everyone else. And look, he gets it — for the longest time, that's all he's ever done; shoving people away and hiding behind a carefully constructed facade of unbridled anger. He's only every held out his hands to destroy, to crush and win and maybe now, his actions finally return to haunt him in his weakest moment.

It doesn't matter that he caught a glimpse of hope when he first met you, that he thought he finally found someone who'd only laugh at his harsh comments and tell him to calm down, I know you don't mean it with an amused smile—

You left anyway, he reminds himself. It's probably for the best.

Then, a sigh.

"You're so stupid," you retort on the other side of the door, though there's no bite in your insult. "I know you can handle yourself, but I'm not leaving you in this state, even if I have to sit here all night."

Your voice cracks and his name lingers on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft, never falling from your lips. "C'mon, let me in."

Instinctively, he gives in.

"Alright," Bakugou replies hesitantly. "Come in, but don't... Just don't fuckin' laugh at me, alright." It's a pathetic attempt to hide the pain behind a mask of unjustified anger, he knows, but he can't let you see him like this without putting up a miserable fight. It feels like he's been stripped of any dignity he's been feigning to hold on the span of his broad shoulders, like he's been reduced to nothing but an incurable ache that clings to his broad shoulders like a shadow under the scorching midday sun.

He's not even sure you heard him, words barely above a whisper, but then the door opens and you enter. With careful steps, you come closer and crouch down, your knees hitting the cold tiles with a soft thud. Immediately, Katsuki slumps against the wall, caving his shoulders into himself to escape your eyes studying his face, gaze wandering over his features as your brows crease in worry.

He hates it.

And yet, he doesn't move when you wordlessly wrap your hands around his wrists and gently turn them to observe the burns littering his bruised skin. There's a certain kind of caution in the way you touch him, something so utterly gentle, as if you're fuckin' scared of hurting him and Bakugou curses your stupid display of affection — no one ever handled him with such care before.

So, he grits his teeth and tears his gaze away from you. It's just too much, the way you look at him.

"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself like that."

He almost barks out a laugh. The sharpness of a cynical retort burns on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to spit it out, but you're quick to cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up for a second, 'kay?" It's almost as if you expected him to argue. "Listen, I get it. I really do. I know why you always push yourself in every training session until you're about to pass about, why you always strive for perfection and overexert your quirk, but this... on the long run, this will only lead you to your early grave."

"You don't know shit," he snarls. Like a wounded animal, he fears kindness, yet he craves it. Touching you makes him want to pull away and yet, he stays frozen, unable to move, because the moment you let go he's sure the pain of his burns will pull him back into the abyss he's been fighting his way out of for what feels like an eternity and he—

He can't give up now.

So instead, he just studies your expression — thoughtful, gentle, concerned. He feels his face heat up as his fingers tremble in your gentle grasp, itching with the urge to fumble with something, anything in means of distraction. He doesn't mind the lack of space — in fact, he finds it almost soothing to feel how close you are, but he's so vulnerable beneath your eyes that his mind screams at him to run if it means you won't look at him in this way again.

"I'm not judging you, Katsu," you mumble, sensing his unease. Your thumb draws small circles on the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin. "But even the best of us need a break every once in a while. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help, really."

Somehow, his shoulders relax.

"No one will judge you, I promise. So why don't we head to the nurse and let her take a look at your burns?"

It is almost instinctively that he desires to lean into your gentle touch, and remember this fragile feeling for the rest of his life — Katsuki finds a different kind of healing, now that he lets his walls crumble down in your embrace.

"Okay," he whispers and shakily pushes himself to hid feet.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou imagine #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x fem!reader #boku no hero academia #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n

[corpsekiller]

since @jaenrang had the honor of summoning me from the dead, i suppose it's time to make an official announcement, so.. i'm back?

#🍷— lea talks #i guess now i HAVE to post again #to be honest i missed writing fics and all that shit so sooner or later i would have returned anyway #and at least i didn't come with empty hands because there are so many works piling up in my drafts

[corpsekiller]

sigh, imy lea 😭🫶🏻

i have been summoned.

i missed you too and i'm so sorry for disappearing, i've been quite busy with university and my job these couple of months, but i'm planning to return!

how have you been, my love? <3

#✉ — the dead are writing #grave: mimi #i swear i'm working on a few fics to make my return official because i really fucking missed this hellsite

[corpsekiller]

𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. dabi x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, mentions of blood and death, pre!dabi dance

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. dabi finally opens up about his past and much to his surprise, you accept him as he is. even more you give him a choice of who he wants to be when he's with you.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i'm finally getting back into writing after a quite long hiatus and i couldn't be happier that my motivation and my inspiration is returning. i'm still pretty busy with my studies since my exams are coming up in a month or so, but i'll try my best to write whenever i find the time. so enjoy this fic, my loves <33

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.363 words

MASTERLIST

"What do you want me to call you?"

The question hits him like a train at full speed, crashes into his ribs, and punches the air out of his lungs until his head spins with the lack of oxygen. His fingers have gone numb around the cigarette he’s holding and although he thought he grew accustomed to the cold after years of living out in the streets, lurking in the shadows of dark alleys most citizens of that shithole avoid at night, his entire body shivers under the thin layer of his torn clothes. And yet, even as the wind lashes around him and seeps through the seams of his sleeves to lick over his scars, he makes a point of pretending he isn’t freezing to the bone.

You, on the other hand, seem to sink further into your sweater, hands buried in the thick material and legs pulled tightly to your chest to keep yourself warm — a pathetic huddle of clothes hunched against an old tree, desperately trying to make yourself as small as possible to press yourself further into the crevices for some sort of shelter. As he watches you from his spot a few feet away, he feels a sharp sting of guilt for bringing you all the way here, away from the liveliness of the city and the hope it holds despite the war that has been raging through the streets.

But he owes you this, he thinks as he shrugs off his coat and closes the distance between you, carefully draping it over your shivering figure. The small smile you give him in return makes his heart ache with an unknown feeling of warmth; he isn’t quite sure how to call it, this sense of comfort that washes over him whenever your eyes meet, but he knows it’s something akin to love. Perhaps that’s why you deserve to know what really happened to him all those years ago, he supposes, a confession of the trust he has in you.

It would've been easy to get rid of you here; he could've burned you to a crisp without a single witness, slashed your throat before your mouth could've opened to release a treacherous scream, or simply broken your neck to watch the light inside your eyes die slowly. No one would've known where you went if there’d be anyone who cared enough about you and your miserable life.

On that count, you’re both very similar.

There was no other place he felt safe enough to talk about his past, though — about the boy he was for his father and killed mercilessly when he learned he’d never be good enough to meet his expectations. It felt fitting to return to his own grave, deep in the woods, where his fire consumed every living thing in a haze of cerulean blue and left a wasteland of solitude between trees shedding thick layers of ash and soot.

He remembers the pain of the flames melting the flesh off his bones, how they swallowed him whole and spat out something far worse than any monster he could ever imagine — a demon in the shape of unbridled rage and hatred, clawing his way out of scorched earth with a new thirst for war in his eyes.

“Y’know, doll,” he finally speaks, crouching down in front of you to pull the heavy leather tighter around your body before he leans forward and gently cups your face, caressing the curve of your jaw with his thumb. Instantly, you nuzzle into the palm of his hand, chasing the warmth of his touch and smiling softly when he breathes out a low chuckle and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

It’s strange to see how he’s capable of such tenderness when all he’s ever known was violence and anger — these very same hands that have murdered and tortured mercilessly before have grown soft in your presence. Even if he would want to, Dabi doubts he could ever hurt you. It sounds fuckin’ stupid, he notices now that he thinks about it, but you changed him. “I never thought I’d hear someone ask this question.”

And look, he didn’t expect you to stay. It wouldn’t have been a surprise to him if you’d jumped to your feet and made a run for it as soon as he revealed his past, his true identity to you, but instead, you stayed right where you’re sitting, wrapped in his coat that smells faintly like days without a proper shower, like cigarettes, like him.

Instead of leaving him, you stayed and listened patiently to every word that spilled past his lips like blood gushing out of an open wound — watched how the tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he recalled his father’s rage towards him, reached out for his hand to give him some sort of reassurance whenever his voice broke, encouraging him to continue despite the horror that seemed to grow in your eyes with every passing second.

And when he finally stopped talking, when the wound stopped bleeding for the first time in years, you gave him something he never had before: a choice of who he wants to be, regardless of the horrors he committed. and the blood that clings to his hands after so many lives he took just to quench his thirst for revenge.

And that—

That must be love, right?

The realization comes crashing down on him when you gently grab his wrist and pull him away from your cheek, instead lifting it to your lips to brush a kiss over his bruised knuckles as you repeat the question, softer, more careful this time. “So, what do you want me to call you?”

His eyes search yours in fervor. It’s a desperate attempt to find any doubts that you might not accept who he truly is, that this love you have for him was only a figment of his imagination. Maybe he’s just been so scared all this time to open up to you because he was waiting for you to realize he’s just not worth it, that he’s better suited for the edge of a knife driven between his ribs than any kindness, but your gaze holds nothing more than pure adoration for him.

“Touya,” he finally replies, his voice barely above a whisper now. “You can call me Touya, sweetheart.”

“Touya,” you repeat slowly, delicately forming every syllable of his name on the tip of your tongue. His breath hitches in his throat as he listens to you say it again and again, trying to grow accustomed to the unfamiliar ring of his real name — it sounds like a fuckin’ prayer falling from your lips and any resentment he ever felt for his old name seems to simmer down into reluctance.

With every whisper of his name, Dabi shuffles closer to you, until your face are only mere inches apart and he can feel your breath ghost over his parted lips. It’s addicting, to hear you say those two little syllables, and it buzzes through his veins like some sort of drug, like he's getting high on fucking heroin.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been so present in his stupidly frail body, doesn’t think he’s ever felt this fuckin’ alive before until this very moment and when the corners of your mouth curl into a smirk and your tongue darts out to repeat his name once again, he knows you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

He surges forward and crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss that coaxes a whimper out of you and Dabi swears he’s never felt like this before as he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip and hotly licks into your mouth, devouring you with everything you can offer. Your hands sink into his hair. A moan in the shape of his name escapes your throat and his stomach jumps into his chest because this—

This must be love, right? It has to be.

Because he never felt this fucking addicted to the sound of his name before until it fell from your lips.

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[corpsekiller]

plz don’t be mean this is my first time writing katsuki and i KNOW he’s ooc screams cries sobs

the first time katsuki sees you cry, is when his walls finally crumble. he spent so long building them up brick by brick. he was a hero after all. a pro hero at that- he didn’t have time for measly emotions. he didnt have time to think about the toll his job was taking, not just on his body, but on his mind. wake up, eat, go to work, save lives (sometimes lose them), come home, eat, shower, go to bed. every day it was the same cycle. and it was nice at first- his routine he established. comforting in a way that he didn’t have to the time to think much about anything outside of work.

but then you come along. all sunshine and rainbows in his eyes. so docile, so sweet. and he tried to brush you off- really he did- but somehow, someway you had managed to weasel your way into his routine. and along the way, his heart. this routine is even better, he thinks. coming home to you, kissing you, holding you, loving you. and yet it wasn’t enough. he did what he needed to keep you satiated. to be the best partner he could be. that’s what he was after all- the best. number one was his goal, and he be damned if anything stood in the way.

he asks about your day, mundane questions. did you ever figure out what was going on with kana and akio? what happened in the latest episode of the show you’re watching? did you eat today?

but when you do the same, his answers are short- blunt. and of course you expected this, that’s just katsuki’s nature, you knew this before you got together with him. his short answers begin to hurt you though, your eyes begging him to let you in. talk to you, tell you something real. something raw.

the day you finally snap was just like any other day. he comes home, gives you a kiss on the head, heads up to shower. you can see even if he doesn’t want you to. the burdens weighing him down. wondering if it was enough- it never was. there was always a new problem, a new obstacle in his way. there was no shortage of villains and crime. and again- no time. no time for him to take a break. to relax. to simply be.

so you poke and you prod, pleading for him to let you in. to let you help him. to take some of the weight his fragile mind holds. and when he brushes you off- again - you yell, you cry.

“just let me help you, katsuki. please”

“i don’t need your help,” he snarls, red eyes alight with fury.

he hates seeing you cry, least of all because of him. but the stress, the burden, it’s all eating away at him. he can feel the crack in the wall, but he refuses to let anyone see. especially you. he had to be strong. for himself. for you. so you scream and you cry begging him to see that you’re here. for him, the same way he is for you.

your tears. your passion for him. to let you love him the way he loves you, is what causes them to crumble. to break away, to really feel everything. he cries and he yells, but at the end of it all. when you’re holding him close to your chest, whispering sweet nothings. he knows it was all worth it. and he’ll be damned if he lets his walls build back up again, if only to have you like this.

#🥀—recs #this was actually so nice to read and i'm OBSESSED with fics about taking care of katsuki #i mean c'mon look at him #he needs someone to take care of him even though he pretends like he doesn't #and you characterized him very well my dear #i absolutely enjoyed this and i'll keep your blog in sight ro read more <33

[corpsekiller]

only the best of all dilfs for you <3

apreciation post for my birthday cake. thanks @corpsekiller 💕

[corpsekiller]

the ginguy (gintama guy) has canon gay sex?? TWICE???

yap with hasegawa and kondo

there's also a gag where he shows a couple gintama dvd covers with ginhiji on them

#the gays always win #this is my boyfriend and this is my boyfriend's boyfriend #🥀 — reblogs #gintama

[corpsekiller]

 † 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤'𝖲 𝖭𝖮 𝖥𝖴𝖭 𝖨𝖭 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖭 (𝖶𝖤'𝖱𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖫𝖫) — 𝖣𝖠𝖡𝖨

it’s been a while since i posted something on this hellsite, but i’m finally back. this fic is vaguely inspired by burning churches - me and that men, so feel free to check this song out while reading.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. dabi (touya todoroki) x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. arson, mentioned murder, blasphemy, fluff

MASTERLIST

You never knew destruction could be this beautiful.

The air is heavy with the sharp scent of gasoline and smoke curls around your hunched silhouette, settling in the fabric of your clothes and sinking into your skin as you watch the fire grow brighter.

Flames lick over the walls of the church, hungrily eating away at the entrance decorated with a heavy door knob made of brass, looking like two hands folded in prayer, and the crucifix above the doorway you always despised so much. They flicker around the sacred body of Christ, carefully carved into the wood of the cross, almost hesitant to touch him before they finally devour him whole, burning him to no nothing but ash and soot.

“Y’know, I used to hate this place, but this.. this is fuckin’ awesome!” Dabi throws his head back and barks out a laugh. His combat boots drag over the asphalt, the black leather stained with dirt and blood that glistens in the blaze when he dances around the burning building, twirls on the tip of his toes and kicks the dead body of the priest into the scorching flames. There’s a manic grin tugging at the corners of his stapled mouth, baring his white canines like a hungry wolf as he watches how the flesh of the corpse melts away from its bones. It only takes a few minutes until they’re the only remains left of his crime.

“Yeah,” you whisper, but your gaze has left the raging fire to stare at him instead. In the flickering light of his quirk, he looks like a fallen angel, a fiery halo of cerulean blue around his disheveled hair — the pits of hell have left their mark on his body in form of darkened scars that run along his jaw, his chest, his limbs and sometimes, when you get the rare chance to catch a glimpse of his naked back, you’re almost certain you see the old wounds his broken wings left behind.

And isn’t that how the story goes?

All demons were once angels, right? And while he might be beautiful like one, he’s as far away from being an angel as a man could possibly get.

You love him anyway.

“C’mon, doll,” he drawls, offering you a lopsided smile as he gets closer and drops down beside you, casually slinging an arm over your shoulder to pull you into his side. His hands are warm when they play with the hem of your shirt and slip underneath to linger on your naked waist, tentatively squeezing the soft skin of your stomach before his fingers begin to draw soothing circles that coax a quiet sigh of his name from your lips. “Let’s sit here for a little while longer, yeah?”

His palm slides over your ribs and rests on your sternum, right where your heart beats steadily and you almost forget, that these are the hands of a murderer holding you so tenderly — they have murdered and maimed, brutally, violently, mercilessly, and yet, his touch tips into some kind of softness you only ever get to feel when it’s just the two of you.

You hum approvingly, leaning further into his chest to press a tender kiss to the seam of his scar right above the collarbone. His breath hitches in his throat, for just a second, then he tightens his grasp around your shoulders and smiles softly, watching you closely from the corner of his eye as the fire rages on and illuminates your features in a comforting glow, and suddenly he realizes that no matter how entrancing destruction can be, it could never compare to the beauty of you.

#dabi x reader #bnha dabi x reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #Dabi x you #dabi x self insert #dabi x y/n #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki imagine #touya x you #touya x y/n #touya fluff #dabi fluff #bnha dabi fluff #dabi x female reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x male reader #bnha spoilers #🕷— drabbles

[corpsekiller]

lying wide awake thinking about this

gintoki not being 6’1 or at least 6’0 keeps me up at night.

#i don't care what they say he's 6'1 in my dreams #towering over me with his broad shoulders and his mommy milkers

[corpsekiller]

y'all i'm alive

#it's been some exciting and very busy weeks #but i'm back now!! #🍷— lea talks

[corpsekiller]

alucard + aesthetics

#it's so beautiful #i loved the show so fucking much i think i'm gonna rewatch it #🥀 — reblogs #hellsing

[corpsekiller]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

❦ ⥋ p. ichigo kurosaki x reader  ❦ ⥋ g. comfort  ❦ ⥋ cw. she/they pronouns, pressuring parents, talks about anxiety, pressure and all that jazz, reader eats a strawberry for all those who are allergic.

MASTERLIST.

❦ ⥋ request. I’d like to request an ichigo x reader. Where the reader is about to graduate high school but their parents are giving them a hard time with going to college and such. And ichigo comforts them on feeling lost and hopeless. For the pronouns if possible can it be she/they and I don’t mind what gender the reader is! Again thank you! ⥋ @stellamare.

“hey [name]?” she lifts her head from resting on top of her folded arms and looks at orihime “would you like to come with us? we’re going bowling.”

a sigh escapes their lips as they recall the words their parents told them recently “if you don’t get an a band 1 in your next test there’ll be no going out and we’ll take away your phone, do you hear me?” the tone their mum took was one of complete absolute finality and all [name] could do was nod their head in defeat before retreating to their room and opening their books.

“sorry guys, don’t think i’ll be able to make it, i’ve gotta study right after school.” she tries to put up a smile as they let them down but ichigo is quick to notice the dejected look on her face.

“that reminds me, i’ve got to go see my boss, she’s been on my ass for ages for skipping out.” laughter encases the group as they recall seeing ichigo’s boss repeatedly scold him for never actually working.

“well then, we’ll just see you tomorrow.” tatsuki salutes and chad, orihime, keigo and mizuiro follow behind as they make their way to the nearest arcade.

“bye ichigo, bye [name]!”

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#i swear i haven't seen a single episode of bleach but this makes me want to watch it #this fic was literally so cute and chaotic #reminds my of my study sessions at the end of my semester because they were just like this #🥀— recs #ichigo kurosaski

[corpsekiller]

i present, him. your honour.

#because i'm his personal fucktoy and nothing more #he doesn't need to say a word and i'm already undressing #and look at his slutty waist #these hips don't lie #🥀 — reblogs #jjk