[excerpts of upcoming works.]
so as i discovered on @dream-theory the other day, i have over 63,000 words of wips right now??
i'm trying to rev myself up to post more, so here are a few excerpts from some of my favorite unfinished works, ranging from smut to fucked up smut! if anything here looks interesting to you, lmk so i'll be extra motivated to finish it âĽď¸
pairings included in this post: [BNHA] Hawks x reader ⧠[BNHA] Todoroki x reader ⧠[BNHA] Overhaul x reader ⧠[BNHA] Shigaraki x reader (iwcb p4!) ⧠[KNY] Sanemi x reader (x Rengoku).
cw for all works: 18+, f!reader, all characters are adults. (btw these are the usual shitty first drafts, please have mercy đ)
[BNHA] Hawks x reader /// Champagne Room
Summary: A petty thief gets more than she bargained for when she tries to take advantage of a pro.
Warnings: stripper!reader, love-drunk Hawks
Status: 2.5k words written out of ~5k total
You wouldnât call yourself a villain, but sometimes you get jobs. At first it was all anonymous: letters in your mailbox with no return address, voicemails from blocked numbers. A time and a date, a name, a list of questions. And a number. Your reward. You ignored the requests at first, but then the numbers got bigger and biggerâand hey, if they knew your phone number and your address you were already screwed, soâŚ
You made it happen. You did your thing (seduction, interrogation, et cetera) same as usual, except this time you did it on command. It was just one time, and then then two times, andâwow, the money was good. Way better than what you were getting skimming cards. Youâre saving up for a house now. Youâre gonna retire early. Maybe all the times you got called a tease or a slut or a bitch in high school because of your quirk were worth it, because now the newspapers are starting to call you Heartbreaker. For a villain name, it has a nice ring to it.
Hawks isnât a job like those, though. Heâs more of a vanity project, an impulse target. Youâll go easy on himâyouâll just get his savings account info and take a few rent payments out of it. No harm, no foul. Wonât even make a dent in his hero income, youâre nice like that.
âSoâŚKeigoâŚdo you trust me?â You rub your ass against the stiff bulge and trace fingers down the rigid bones at the top of his wings. Youâre laying your quirk on so thick you can almost smell it in the air, you can almost taste it. So can he.
Hawks breathes in and his whole body trembles. âCourse I do, angel, of courseâŚfuck, IâŚâ He blinks quickly. You can see it bearing down onto him, pushing away his self-interest: your influence, your charisma. Your quirk. The lights change and the melted gold of his eyes is slashed pink-purple-blue in the reflection. Wings curl around you, closing you in like an embrace.
âCan you do something for me?â
ââŚsure, if you wantâŚ?â Anything you want, anything for you, his hands say, hovering, almost touching your thighs, but Hawks wonât touch you until you give him permission, he canât.
âAnything?â you ask, staring deep into his eyes like this is a romance novel and not a private room where youâre about to steal from the #2 hero. Itâs like hypnosis, to be honest. Needs a connection.
âAnything, angel,â he breathes.
[BNHA] Todoroki x reader /// Experience
Summary: Todoroki knows his relationship with his boss will only work as long as there are no strings attached, but the arrangement gets a lot more complicated when her ex comes back into the picture.
Warnings: office relationship, alcohol mention
Status: 5.3k words written out of 8k (??? who fucking knows) total
Theyâre both laughing now, giggling like schoolchildren testing out curse words for the first time. The look on Todorokiâs face must not be as neutral as he wants it to be, because Kaminari noticesâturns toward him and asks, âwhat do you think, Todoroki?â
Itâs harmless. Todoroki knows that, knows Kaminari and Ashido donât mean anything by it. Itâs the same thing the other students do in university with good-looking professors and TAs, the way theyâve always done. And even though Todoroki doesnât really understand the way they see you (hot for teacher? ice princess?) he canât really admit he disagrees.
âTodoroki? You okay?â Ashido frowns and waves her hand in front of his face. âYouâre totally zoned out tonight.â
ââŚI should go,â Todoroki says, standing suddenly and collecting his coat from the seat next to him. Ashido and Kaminari protest (âitâs early! youâre not even drunk yet!â), but he ignores them. âI have to go back to the office.â
âWhat? Donât tell me youâre going to work even more,â Kaminari moans while Ashido nods ruefully along with him. âYouâre making the rest of us look bad.â
Todoroki doesnât need to work. He needs one of the account files for a deadline this weekend, and thatâs what he tells them while he calls a car to take him back. He could get it tomorrow, Saturdayâwhich is what he was planning to when he left this eveningâbut he wants to be there now, for some reasonâŚitâs past 9PM on a Friday, and thereâs no reason that youâd still be there, butâŚ
There you are, sitting alone in your office, facing the view of the late-night skyline through your window. The sky is flat purple-blackâthereâs too much pollution to see the stars here in the city, Todoroki knows thatâbut the surrounding buildings are shimmering in the dark. You turn when you hear the door to the office open, and the expression on your face is like youâve been caught in a private moment, something you didnât intend for him to see.
ââŚTodoroki.â Your mouth moves around his name like youâre testing it. âYouâre back.â
âI need to pick up the Steubens file,â he says slowly, hoping you canât hear any hint of uncertainty in his voice. He didnât drink much (two, two and half maybe, and his tolerance is always better than people think it is) but he doesnât want you to think heâs been irresponsible.
âYou should take a break this weekend. Donât worry about the deadline, Iâll take care of it,â you tell him, letting your gaze flick over him. You frown a bit and he wonders what youâre seeingâhis dress shirt unbuttoned under his collarbones and the sleeves rolled up past his forearms; his hair a little rumpled out of the style he puts it in for work. âWere you out with the interns? You didnât need to come back to the office.â
Todoroki pulls long fingers through his hair and you follow the movement. âI donât mind.â
You have this way of looking at himâalways appraising, evaluating him against some secret standard that he may or may not measure up to. Kaminariâs theorized that itâs an intimidation tactic. It makes the other interns squirm, but Todoroki doesnât have trouble holding your gaze. âIf you insist,â you say finally. âBut you shouldnât work too hard. You should enjoy life while youâre young.â
The file is in the cabinet at your right, exactly where Todoroki knows you keep it. He should just take it. He should leave the office and go home, go to sleep. He should stopâstanding here, in front of your desk, looking down at you, wanting you. Your hands, your voice, the soft bow of your lips⌠Maybe heâs less sober than he thought he was. He wants to touch you. He wants to be touched.
â(Y/N),â he says. It isnât supposed to sound like it does, like a sigh. âIâm sorryâŚIâve been drinking.â
Youâve already turned back to the screen of your computer, but you still shrug. âWhy are you sorry? Youâre an adult, what you do on you own time isnât any of my business. As long as youâre getting your work doneâŚâ
âNot for that,â Todoroki says. âIâm sorry for this.â And he leans down, folds his hand under your chin, and kisses you.
Youâre stiff for a secondâhe can feel the surprised intake of breath with your mouth against hisâbut he pushes closer to you and you relax, fraction by fraction. Your mouth tastes fresh and sweet, like peppermint. His hand finds the deskâbracing himself, he feels like his knees might give outâand the edge of one of your documents bites into the side of his palm. Let this be real, he thinks. Donât let her move.
Closer, he has to be closer to you.
Todoroki kisses you harder.
[BNHA] Overhaul x reader /// do no harm
Summary: He'd forgotten what it feels like to want something this badly. (âover the course of his imprisonment in Tartarus, Chisaki develops a fixation on a young researcher sent to rebuild his arms.)
Warnings!!!!: prison setting, ableism, mentions of injury and unethical medical/prison practices, mentions of drug addiction, Chisaki's mental state is not healthy, this one's gonna be pretty fucked ngl
Status: 1.8 words written out of an infinite amount total...seriously I have no idea for this one, it's been marinating in my head since I first created this blog :x
Redâ
Lights, cold. His eyes are already open. In the exam room. Someoneâs speaking, not the doctor, not one of the nurses, someone else.
Someone else?
White, white. Someoneâs hand hovering over his shoulder, latex gloves brushing his skin. Not a doctor. You donât feel like a doctor. You keepâ skimming over his chest, too nervous to really touch him. Your hands are warm in the center, cold at the fingertips. You touch him like youâre afraid. You feelâ
He canâhe can smell you. Everything here smells sterile and chemical and he got used to it, let it fade into the background until the millisecond of metallic blood smell after they take the needle out of his leg makes him ill. Overhaul breathes in and smells you, smells the soap you washed your hair with. Somethingâsomething sweet? He canâtâ he canâtâ why are you so close? You want him to lie down. Why are you touching him? Youâre not a nurse, not a doctor. He feels dizzy breathing you in.
Your voice. Youâre telling him to lie down again. Heâs trying to ignore you like he ignores everything here but your voice isâ
softer, lighter. Different. Donât look. Donât listen. Close your eyes, Overhaul thinks to himself, ignore her.
âPlease,â you say. âChisaki.â
Youâre touching him now, getting ready to push him flat on his back like an invalid, and with the phantom limbs he can feel sometimes itching and aching in thin air, he wants to wrap his fingers around your wrist and break it.
You pleaded. You said his name. He hasnât heard his own name inâa year? Two? How long has it been?
He lies down.
He wants to sleep again. He knows what they give himâhe knows the name of the drug cocktail and all the chemical compounds that make it up and he knows the effects it can have when taken long-term. Itâs a sedative, it makes him feel numb and sometimes if heâs numb enough he can even manage to enjoy it. But if heâs not he feels himself lying there while the drugs crawl through his circulatory system and into his brain, eating away at the parts of himself that he used to think were worth keeping. God, god, it feels filthy. He would purge himselfârip himself to shreds and put them back together cleanâif he could.
He wants to sleep, but the smell of your soapâ
âChisaki, do you know why Iâm here?â
I donât know, he thinks. I donât care.
âItâs about your arms.â
Overhaul doesnât have arms. The prostheses are controlled externally by people who think Shigaraki should have finished the job. He can barely feed himself without assistance, canât even piss without getting permission from one of the penal officers to activate the bionics. Theyâre not his arms.
âIâm here to see if I canâŚfix them.â
Overhaul closes his eyes. Black.
[BNHA] Shigaraki x reader /// it will come back [pt. 4]
Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
Warnings: mentions of injury, pain, fear, this is an extremely rough draft ngl I really need to edit :/
Status: 5.2k words written out of maybe 8k total
His bedroom looks like you wouldâve thought it would look like if you had ever thought about it. Nice computer with two monitors, some books, lots of gaming stuff. A map above the computer pinned with documents, newspaper clippings, pictures, some of which extend past the wall and onto the ceiling. Serial killer shit. Fitting. The window is blocked out with heavy curtains, and the only light in the room comes from the purplish gleam of the monitors. Tomura sets you and your bag down on his unmade bed and pulls your ankle into his lap along with some ice cubes in a towel, a roll of Ace bandages, a white plastic pharmacy bottle that rattles when he drops it on the mattress.
âUmâI can do that,â you say, but Tomura ignores you, peeling your sock down and wrapping the bandages around your ankle. âYou donât have toâit doesnât have to be that tight.â
He ignores that too. Youâre almost glad that youâre in pain. Itâs giving you something to focus on besides his hands.
âWhy were you at the bar?â Tomura asks.
âIâŚdonât know, I got lost on my way back from work.â
âYou donât get lost.â He coils the bandage around one more time before tucking the edge under to hold it in place. âWere you looking for me?â
You inhale, counting out three beats to make sure it doesnât sound too fast. âIt was just a coincidence.â He doesnât look convinced, so you shrug, hoping you look more nonchalant than you feel. âReally.â
Does he know?
He couldnât. Thereâs no way. Stop talking, donât tell him anything he doesnât need to know. Stop thinking about him killing kids.
Tomuraâs done wrapping your ankle, but heâs not moving away from you. âYou shouldnât go out in the rain like that. You could get sick.â
âYouâreâŚyouâre one to talk.â
âYouâre different than me. You break so easily.â His grip moves up from your ankle and his hands are cold from the ice. Your ankle feels stiff, achy. You canât remember the last time you were in this much pain.
How much will it hurt if Tomura touches you? You canât take your eyes off his hand, stark white and threaded with blue veins against the dark fabric of your skirt. You saw the cast Aizawa was wearing, the gauze taped on his face, the way he winced a little bit whenever he moved quickly back at the hospital. You canât even imagine how that feelsâŚto have your living body flake off into dust, from your skin all the way down to your bones.
Oh god. Oh god, oh god. Donât cry. Youâll get out of this. Heâs not going to hurt you. Just play along.
Tomura runs a hand over your ankle again and a sound comes out of your mouth that you canât even categorize. âIs it really that bad?â he asks, and itâs almost worse to know that heâs asking out of genuine curiosity. God knows what heâs been through in the past weekâthe gunshots. the infectionâmust have felt a thousand times worse.
You try to slow your breathing but youâre having a hard time remembering what itâs supposed to sound like. âI think I need to see a doctor."
âYouâre acting weird.â
You let out a high, tense laugh. âIt really hurts, Tomura, what do you expect?â
âNoâŚyouâve been acting weird since I called you earlier.â Red eyes narrow into slits and move over the strained look on your face. âMaybe you did get sick.â
âSure. Maybe.â
Tomura lifts the back of his hand to his own forehead and then reaches out to you to compare your temperature to his, onlyâyou donât see that. What you see is the leader of the League of Villains with his hand out, so close to your head that you can make out the dirt under his fingernails. You see the police sketch of his villain costume from one of the articles you read, those grey embalmed hands trapped in rigor mortis around his limbs and his face. You see the news photo of the kids from UA. High school first-years, but some of them looked younger. Like the green-haired kidâŚyou would have guessed 13 years old, 14 maybe. They did an interview with the girlâthe cute one with big eyes and a frog quirk? The one he almost killed? She said she could smell the dead hands on Shigarakiâs costume when he was two inches away from her face: chemical antiseptic almost like perfume, layered over something rotting.
Tomuraâs not wearing his costume now. Heâs never worn it in front of you. But you almost feel like you can smell it anyway.
[KNY] Sanemi x reader x Rengoku /// to the hilt
Summary: After an injury that ends your career as a demon slayer, you struggle to adjust to your newfound vulnerability and the protectiveness of the the two Hashira who consider you their responsibility. (âSanemi makes threats, and Rengoku enforces them.)
Warnings: protective/patronizing behavior, mentions of injury, dependent reader, possibly coercive vibes??, Rengoku doesn't make an appearance in this excerpt (he shows up later)
Status: 2.8k words written out of 6â7k total
"How many times do I have to tell you youâre not strong enough to be using your hands?â Sanemi's voice is thin with anger, and he lets you hear it. Of course heâs angry. Itâs like youâre doing this on purpose, making yourself sicker, forcing him to force you to give up already. The flash of pain that passes over your face is almost enough to make him feel guilty, but you should know better by now. Whatâs the point of trying to go through the motions? Youâll never fight again. âYou donât need to be useful.â
âI know! Iâm not⌠I know Iâm not healed enough, I get it. Do we have to talk about this?â
He glaresâdo you really understand?âbut he lets it go. Settles back, keeps the peace, for your sake. For now. âJust keep eating.â
You oblige gratefully, digging into the food thatâs left as quickly as you seem to be able to. Sanemi watches and keeps his mouth shut even when you fumble. Heâs too angry with you, too pushy sometimes. He knows. But how else is he supposed to keep you from making your injury worse? If you didnât need himâhim and Rengoku, at leastâyouâd just leave. Sanemiâs never suggested it himself (to be honest, he doesnât even let himself think about the possibility of you leaving the dojo), but you could. Youâre here because you want to be. Because youâre not strong enough to set your own limits, follow the boundaries youâve been given in order to heal. You need them. You need them to keep you safe.
Through the window, the moon is rising little by little, saturating the courtyard outside with watery light. Thereâs a lamp in your bedroom but itâs unlitâseems like you prefer the dim light of the outdoors and the faint glow of the hallway through your door. Were you just sitting here in the dark before he came?
The image comes to his mind too easilyâyou sitting at the window in your thin kimono for hours, staring blankly as the world outside dips into night. It doesnât fit youâŚor at least it doesnât fit the person youâre supposed to be.
(the person you were before.)
âWhy is it so fucking dark in here? Itâs depressing,â he asks, stacking your discarded dishes and setting the tray to the side once youâve finished. The only thing left is the sake bowl, which you lift to your mouth very carefully before patting your lips dry and offering it back to Sanemi.
He takes it, still waiting for your response, but you wait for him to drink before you answer. âIt isnât that dark with the moon out like this.â
Youâre right, in a way. By now Sanemiâs vision has adjusted enough so that he can see everything from the moonlight aloneâweeds poking out from the stone slabs outside, rippling movement from the wisteria flowers, andâŚ
âŚthe unbound hair unfurling like a halo around your face, your rumpled kimono baring a little too much of your throat, the shadows that your eyelashes paint down over your cheekbones when you close your eyes. Sanemi exhales, shifts back and takes another sip from the bowl. âAre you tired? Did you want to sleep?â
âNo, Iââ you turn to the side, looking deeper into the bedroom so your face is caught in shadow for a second. Like after all of this, you canât look him in the eye when you say it. âYouâre leaving for a mission tomorrow, arenât you? I thoughtâŚmaybe you would come. And we could have a drink.â
AhâŚshe doesnât want to say it. Thatâs fine. Sanemi knows what you need.
You extend a hand out for the bowl that the two of you have been trading back and forth, but your fingers donât meet the ceramicâheâs already reaching out for you, pulling you in toward him, and when you bite your lip and nod he lies you down until your back meets the tatami below. Here, right here. Your body underneath his, the only place where he can really convince himself youâre safe.
You fumble to untie the sash of your kimono, slipping awkwardly over the bindings every time you try to get ahold of them, but Sanemi settles himself over you and pins your wrists down and forces your trembling hands into stillness. âLet me,â he says.
if you reached the end of this post, thank you for reading!! please tell me if there were any wips you liked/want to see more of :]
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anon said: fairy i jus cried four times in a two hour tutorial class on zoom,,,, rly wanted some comfort rn so i came to your tumblr to find some hq love :( if its not too much trouble (i know uve been writing so much and answering so many asks im sorry :c) can i ask for how meian/iwa would take care of us when weâre feeling down? i hope this is cathartic for u too since u havent been feeling too good lately too <3 đź
i didn't include your explanation bc i wasn't sure if you wanted me to but i'm so sorry you've been having such a tough day :(( it's totally okay to be upset or to cry about what happened, i probably would've too. that all sounds super overwhelming. but it's okay,, you'll be okay ⥠your teacher sounds like a lovely person so that's a good thing, and don't feel too bad about those girls bc you'll forget about them by the end of the day and so will they!
and i'm not great with fluff but i'll give it a try ( âŻâââŻ)⥠hope it helps a little
iwa
you've both been having a really long day by the time you get home
usually hajime makes food himself but he's already got takeout
so when you stand in the hallway for a few seconds and take off your shoes, he instantly knows something's wrong
he quickly puts the plates aside to walk over to you, carefully opening his arms just a little in case you want a hug
and when you slump into his hold and wrap your arms tight around his waist, he'll softly rock you on your feet
"Hey baby," he breathes, pulling back a little to watch you. But you hide your face into his chest, just letting it all out as he rubs little circles on your back. "You're okay, I've got you." After a few minutes of silence he'll kiss your crown. "Here, wanna come up?"
You let him pick you up to his body and wrap your arms around his head, feeling his kisses on your neck as he walks you past the living room into the bedroom. "The food," you mumble, but he just pulls you closer.
'We can heat it later. Let's get you a nice shower before anything else. And while you do that I'll-"
"Stay with me," your voice is small when interrupting him, but it doesn't take much for him to agree when you're like this. So he only chuckles when putting you down on the toilet, and letting out a breath.
"Okay, we'll both take a shower then. You can wash my hair, would you like that?" A nod. "Good. Now come here, I'm not letting you out of my sight for tonight." Even though he's just as tired as you are, the smile he gives you is so genuine, leaning down to give you a few gentle kisses and brushing his fingers along your jaw. "We're cuddling after this."
"I love you, Hajime."
And a little blush still comes to his cheeks and ears when he looks back at you over his shoulder, turning the shower to warm. "I love you too.
meian
shugo comes home at weird hours sometimes, really early or really late if practice ran out that day
it makes you miss him a lot, definitely if you didn't get to call him at all
and when you have a tough day you usually deal with it on your own, though you know he'd love to help he just can't
you're so physically and emotionally exhausted after your day that you just toss your bags aside and collapse into bed, only thinking of a nap
it's not even dinner time yet, but you already want to curl up and sleep the rest of the day away
When you wake up it's to a few kisses to your lips, feeling pressed into the mattress like there's a weighted blanket on you. You open your eyes, meeting your huge boyfriend's pretty ones. "You're sad." It's no use trying to deny it, and a pout comes back to your face when he frowns. "Aw baby, c'mere. Why didn't you call me?"
He shoves the blankets aside to pull you onto him so you can rest on his chest, then tugging the blankets back over you. 'Hm?' he mumbles, and you rest your face into the crook of his neck. "Didn't wanna bother you when you're busy too." You feel the tears at the corners of your eyes again, his heavy hand on your head keeps you in place.
"S'not, I wanna help my pretty girl. 'S easier to deal with when ya've got your big, strong boyfriend to help ya. Unless ya think 'm too old to work and help you in the same day?" A little chuckle falls from his lips, and it makes a little laugh come through your tears too. "Gonna nap some more?"
"Mhm, but I gotta take off my make-up first."
"On it, little lady." He sets you aside in the bed, pressing a few kisses to the bridge of your nose and your forehead, before disappearing into the bathroom. When he comes back he's got all your skincare in his arms, balancing them carefully with his tongue out, and you can't help but laugh at that too. "Okay, instruct me, 'cus ya've got a lot more than I thought."
"Thank you."
"Yer welcome."
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