controlled burn

Controlled burn, noun: the practice of intentionally setting a fire. When a wildfire enters an area, a controlled burn site can reduce the intensity of the fire or prevent the fire from crossing the area entirely.

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Memories, you're told, are a small price to pay for putting guardrails on your cursed technique.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

pairing: shoko x f!reader, getou x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, a whole lotta implications all around these four people and different relationships among them. and if you squint, there might be a little bit of a yuuta-reader dynamic...

word count: 3.5k I ao3 link

cws: memory alternation/erasure, ANGST, grief/mourning, unreliable narrator, ambiguous/open ending, allusions to electroshock therapy via the similarities of the memory alteration/erasure method used, smut-adjacent (aftermath only), constant allusions/references to jjk spoilers.

notes: this afternoon clown anon replied to a dm i didn't remember sending at 1am this morning. i sat down and this possessed me. i forgot everything else. here we are. it's been a long time since i read jjk so please forgive me any inconsistencies and esp since i haven't read modulo. i read this once for typos and now i am paper airplaning it to you. okay juni out!

You cannot keep your memories.

This has been explained to you time after time. They explain it to you with kind, caring expressions that flake at the edges, that peel and peel and peel to the annoyance underneath. They explain. You ask again. They explain. You ask again.

They grow tired. The masks flake more at the edges, peel higher. You can see it.

You ask anyway.

“I don’t remember why,” you say. “I don’t understand.”

They shorten the explanation. You’re aware that they are cutting closer and closer to the root, that a wrenching pull is coming; a weed knows when it has been poisoned.

You ask anyway.

The only one who is kind about it is Yuuta. He's the only one of the new generation involved. The weight of the ▉—the ▉—the clan. He never shortens the explanation. He sits with you, his face kind, his voice like freshwater. He’s young. Younger than you, only a handful of years older than S▉g▉▉was when he—when he—when he—

"I don't remember," you say. "I don't understand."

spideybkg hates your guts (request)

@kanaemii suggested spiderman!bakugo and the only thing i could think was "that dude would be so bad at having a secret identity."

also NO shut up this is not the same basic setup as WEIRDO water you talking abt.

let it be known,,,, this started as a drabble request. (~3.7k)

You've been living here for two years, and you know exactly three things about your next door neighbor:

1. He's loud as fuck

He talks loud. He walks loud. Listens to loud music. The fucker even manages to sleep loud; some nights, you can hear him snoring through the goddamn wall. 

2. He’s fucking weird

Always comes home at random times of night (which you only know because you don’t exactly have a healthy sleep schedule either, but hey, this dissertation isn’t going to write itself.) But, also, one time, you swear you see him climbing in his window through the fire escape, which like… you live on the tenth floor, so what the fuck?

3. He hates your fucking guts

This you know because he says it to your face, in so many words.

shinsou feat. cat

I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like

don't ask me to change positions just throw me around

horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

worry about it kitten daddy fucked up

fem receiving oral x guy who’s shoulders are so broad he barely fits between your thighs without spreading you wide

licking at the bulge through the underwear and sucking on the bulge through the underwear and rubbing your cheek against it and whining for it and

best picture i’ve ever taken

yeah yeah having a crush is embarassing but have you ever watched yourself develop a new category 5 character obsession in real time. agonizingly humiliating shit

who up nuzzling that fictional man's clothed bulge tonight 🥺

Matchmaking Mix-Up | Part 1

PAIRING: Nagumo Yoichi x Reader (x Sakamoto Taro?)

SYNOPSIS: Yearning for someone is fun, as long as you get to do it from a safe distance. It's a lot less fun when your crush decides to mess with your love life himself.

CONTENT: Canon AU, fem. reader, taking small liberties with the timeline, everyone is an adult, silly shenanigans, strangers to lovers, one-sided pining, awkwardness, food, slight stalker tendencies, world's most oblivious man

WORD COUNT: 3.2 k

NOTES: This is the first part of this silly little story! I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

“Eh? Sakamoto, you have friends?”

Your gaze immediately wanders to the tattooed hand on Sakamoto’s shoulder, trailing along the arm of the man it belongs to, until you reach his face. Dark brown eyes stare right back at you. That infamous smile of his is what snaps you out of your daze and you merely lower your head, bowing in greeting. 

“No offense,” he adds but it’s clear that he doesn’t mean it one bit.