I feel the days when it storms and rains uncontrollably, anything can happen.
It’s weird, I have seen it rain a million times. I’m not new to this concept of water shooting down from the sky, accompanying it with angry thunder and dramatic lightning. It’s like a little show which nature puts together and I just can’t help but appreciate its effort.
I have an eye for appreciating art, I can see it anywhere. Everything around me is art—some better than the other, and so far in my life I can say my favourite art piece is the thundering storms which happen on a boring day where I always feel so very lazy.
It’s just not the storm part which amazes me, it’s the tension building up right before it snaps and thunders down.
The entire day from the morning fills up with dark clouds and everybody can tell the inevitable. I always feel like on these lazy, uneventful days something can happen—anything can happen. It can be the simplest of things. Maybe my long-awaited order from Amazon just gets delivered, maybe my dad ordered pizza out of the blue or who knows? Aliens emerge through the clouds and announce world domination.
I feel whenever it storms, I feel the most alive. It’s because we can feel the change around us, the clouds get darker, the birds fly for shelter and everybody is awaiting it.
Constant talks about how “it’s going to rain heavily” and everyone takes a break from their tightly packed routine to talk about the rain. I can hear the thunder, I can see the lightning falling from the corner of my eyes, it feels so dramatic and special yet it’s just the rain. It has rained a billion times and it will rain, it’s a constant in this transient world.
No matter what I do, no matter where I go—the wrath of a storm will always be the same. It’ll come on what feels like a lazy day, I’ll be in my own business. I might not even take notice of the storm which will remain the same on the day I'm writing this and the day I’ll read this again.
I’ll cringe at this, I can already. The grammar errors that I choose to ignore, hopefully in a few years, will be corrected. I’ll read this again on a stormy night, nothing will be the same but the rain.
Hi forgot about this account. I have a job now and that's crazy.
Can't believe people are still reading my fics and i am getting a notification almost everyday. Makes me feel kind of immortal. I dont think ill write fics every again but maybe essays considering i have bit of a following here. doubt anyone will stay but if you want to read philosophical nothings here. Be my guest.
whether he has work or not, katsuki always wakes up before you. so on mornings when he doesn’t have any place to be, he takes on the task of being your alarm clock. his hands wander over the expanse of your warm, naked skin in hopes of peacefully rousing you. the pads of his fingers trail up your arms and down your abdomen, only stopping when he’s reached your thighs. after giving them a squeeze, he massages the flesh in the grasp of his palm, kneading away as your eyes finally begin to flutter open. if he’s feeling particularly brazen, his hand will dip between your thighs as he nibbles at your ear, fighting back a grin at your surprised gasp. once he’s had his fun teasing you, he’ll reluctantly get up with a groan and tell you to meet him in the kitchen for breakfast.
✸ DEKU —
izuku’s favorite way to wake up is to the sight of you. on days that he has extra time to spend lounging in bed, he often finds himself watching you sleep. he can’t bring himself to touch you; he doesn’t think your tranquil expression is meant to be disturbed. you always look so ethereal when the sun peeks through the curtains and illuminates your face. but when the bright rays shining on your eyelids eventually wake you up, he’ll give you your turn to admire him. he silently smiles as you trace and tap at his freckles and his cheeks heat up when you start paying special attention to his scars. despite the fact that they’re no longer painful, izuku finds it cute that you’re still so gentle when you touch them, your lips only lightly brushing the blemished marks.
✸ TODOROKI —
positive, loving touch has never been a constant in shoto’s life, so being greeted by your figure clinging onto him first thing in the morning is a pleasant surprise. he never wants to move in fear of waking you, but he can’t help but reach out so he can feel you, even if it is just running his thumb over your knuckles or lightly drawing abstract patterns on your bare back. he freezes when you begin to stir, but seeing the sleepy smile pulling at your lips sets him at ease. while you holding onto him as you rest brings shoto immense comfort, he’ll always prefer being able to see your sparkling eyes. he whispers “good morning” as you wriggle your way up so you’re able to see him more clearly. instead of repeating the words, you trace the outline of his lips before planting a kiss on them.
✸ HAWKS —
early mornings and late nights are easily keigo’s favorite parts of the day, the simple reason being that he gets to spend them with you. he rises when the sun does and doesn’t waste any time before reversing your positions in bed so he’s on top of you. he carefully hovers, littering kisses along your collarbone until you’re up with him. he expects your hand to find a home on his head and for your fingers to tangle is his messy honey-colored locks. as you’re busy combing through his hair, he’ll rest his head against your chest and listen to your heartbeat. your relaxing movements in addition to the soothing sound are almost enough to draw him back to sleep, but the thought of losing valuable time with you is what keeps him up. though, he certainly doesn’t mind continuing to use you as a pillow for a while.
✸ DABI —
mornings, to dabi, feel like a moment truly meant for only the two of you—a moment when he doesn’t have to share you with anyone at all. he has every intention of taking full advantage of this time. one of his arms slips beneath you as the other drapes over your midsection, effectively trapping you in his hold. he’ll nuzzle his nose into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, tickling the sensitive skin. while he’s there, he takes the opportunity to deeply inhale a whiff of you. the combination of your shampoo and moisturizer makes for the sweetest scent dabi’s ever smelled. it’s intoxicating and has the man’s clutch on you automatically tightening as it floods his senses. he knows it’s unrealistic, but he wants to keep you locked away and in his arms as long as he can.
thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
My biggest ick is when writers write a fic and do not do their research before about big things. Like they just relay what they think about a place or object without actually reading about it at first. Like I don't expect u to do a research paper but it would be nice to know you did your research and googled a bit... maybe I'm just being to sensitive? Idk
Also im not new to your blog but i just wanted to interact more - so if its okay can i be eros anon ?
eros 💘
bestie i get it, it’s like for a second u go meh kind of throws u offf
it’s ok u can go off we’re nit picking on the littlest things here (we petty) 😀👆🏼
MY BIGGEST ICK IS (I AM SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS ANYONE) when they use english name tho the setting is in japan like .... its ok if its for one or two characters but if ALL the minor characters and etc uses english name.. i personally feel like it dont make sense
no no i totally get that,, its like why everyone jake and john this is based in japan for the most part :...,,,,,. I feel my character as "y/n" also doesn't fit cus im not japanese either
ick is when they do like “y/n’s long flowing hair” “y/n’s peitie frame” or “_______ stared at y/n and her (random specific trait)” it’s very self incert-y
IKR i get you. the other one is when they make the y/n character fit like the most horrible personality ever. uk those
"y/n did not like going to parties or having friends she was shy and quirky but her beautiful best friend who she is so jealous of forced her to go."
like nah bruh, thats not me- im the gorgeous bsf.
whenever i try to write i like putting my character in situation where its quite impossible to do anything else other than follow the narrative. You're not given the thought of a choice to make decisions for yourself- you're that trapped.
like with his majesty and his artist, the reader is getting p much blackmailed by the Prince of the nation. she can't do anything about that- at least not alone. she will need help but she's all alone. so in my head it makes sense she's getting pushed around because of how powerless she is.
hiii <3 i was the anon who sent u the ask abt whether u r gonna continue w ushijima and incel!sakusa AND I AM SCREAMING AND CRYING IN JOY RN <3 THANK U SO MUCH (i rlly hope i am not being pushy or demanding right now and pls if u feel uncomfortable, pls lmk i will stfu)
its ok, its no pressure at all <33. people have been asking for a part to for that for like months now, ig i should give everyone what they want especially since i hold the power to that XD.
plus, i liked the plot of the original so it's gonna be fun to write. I just hope i can put it out soon, but ughhhh since im like messy college and exam situation here- y'all will have wait like a little. I hope to be more regular on here, like i used to be an year ago.
shiggy is a software engineering major so half dead looking gamer boy
you taught him how to dye his hair
it was blue and fluffy, you loved it so much
you also taught him skincare, the two of you would do your routines together
he worked at a grocery store, you would hang out with him after work
you thought he looked cute in his little t shirt uniform but he didn’t like how you teased him (even though he genuinely looked good)
he had an apartment and you lived in the dorms so the two of you typically hung out at his place
he lived alone 😏
was a human furnace, literally so warm and nice to sleep on when it was cold in the winters
hanging out consisted of you sitting on his bed and him sitting on his computer
occasionally going out to eat or to the store.
he kept his kitchen stocked and loved it when you cooked for him, (and i mean LOVED IT)
wore all black, but red shoes and a little red fanny pack across his chest
he had a really nice fitted suit he would wear to interviews and his internship, he looked so good in it
he loved when you wore skirts and dresses, sometimes texted you a screenshot of a dress he thought you would look good in, sometimes he bought them for you
also loved when you wore his hoodies
actually went feral when you wore any of his clothes
you occasionally tried to get him to wear a maid dress but he refused
drove a really nice car, when you asked about it he said something about a rich family member then changed the subject.
eventually when he got tired of homework or video games he would come to bed
most weeknights you two would just cuddle, shiggy liked when you laid on top of him
he also liked spooning and watching anime
he loved romance anime but pretended to prefer violent anime for months
he was pretty shy in big crowds, he mostly kept to himself, he only really talked to you and his gaming buddies
he was real mean to his gaming friends.
part of the fun of going to his apartment was listening to him scream at them over the headset
you had to hold in your giggles because he got mad when you made fun of him
which wasn’t always a bad thing.
he was super nice to your friends, but in a gentle man kind of way
but he would usually get bored after an hour and want to go home
he loved when you played with his hair. sometimes you would rub his scalp with your long nails while he was gaming or coding and he would lean into you
he wasnt the biggest on physical touch so it was always refreshing when he initiated.
the best was when he hugged you after a long day, your head in his chest, inhaling his sent.
he smelled good. like fabric softener and mens body wash
he said you smelled like lavender and the color pink
days you spent away from eachother he would text you really random things
basically a really weird meme then beg you to come over
he would always pick you up
he would always pick you in general
it was never said but the two of you planned to always be together
NSFW
shy in public but incredibly dominant in the bedroom
sent dick pics constantly
sometimes not even hard, just a picture of his pants crotch
he loved showering together but hated shower sex, he liked the vulnerable moment of the two of you embracing eachother fully naked
he would dry you off then fuck the life out of you after
did someone say do it on every surface of his house and your dorm so you think about getting railed by him wherever you are?
he was good at that kind of thing
making you wear his shirt for a few days and send a picture for proof every few hours.
when you gave it back he sent a video of him jerking off to the smell of you on his clothes
you called him an incel as a joke once and he taught you a very rough lesson that night
that was also something he was good at
but you enjoyed every second of it
had various toys to spice things up
such as handcuffs, a leash, buttplugs, and a lot of vibrators
he loved when you were a brat
aslo loved the skirts he always wanted access to your heat
sucking him off when he was gaming?? oh heck yes
sending him naughty pictures while he was at work? you bet
he def had that vibrator he could control with his phone
you two def used it often
was down for just about anything (except the real weird stuff) but mostly loved showing dominance and when you submitted to him
would absolutely mark you up, you were so beautiful and he respected that your life didnt revolve around him but everyone had to know you were taken
more specifically you belonged to him
he was very good at humiliating you.
you once mentioned starting a family in the future and thats how the two of you developed a breeding kink
learing shibari together
when he was mad about a video game and would have angry sex with you >>>>>
morning sex before class
cockwarming while watching anime
rubbing each other under the table at resturants
when he drove his hand was always on your thigh
thought pet names were annoying but lost it when you first called him sir
lost it again when you called him daddy
you had only topped him a handful of times
he would call you mommy
but it didnt feel as natural so it was rare
sometimes when he was tired you would ride him
but he was still in control
you always came first
even when he was mad
he never skipped out on aftercare
the best was when he would dry you off with a towel then carry you to the bathroom and talk about mundane things while he ran a bath.
he would give you some time in the bath and eventually join you
ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ there's a big frat party going on the day a major project is due, maybe the incel of the school wouldn't mind a deal..
ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc. sws. quirkless/college au. shiggy is creepy. dry humping. shiggy drools on reader. humilation(?). reader is grossed out by shiggy. shiggy slander. shiggy premature ejaculates 🥺.
this is gonna have a pt. 2 btw 🏃♀️💨
the tight clutch you have on the hem of your short pink skirt is out of annoyance, disgust, and discomfort. just sitting near him was already enough, but working with him on a project in his dorm room made you want to gag.
the cans of monster engulfing the small trash can that was barely noticeable in the corner of his room, the pitiful amount of figurines and collectibles that all stood on his cluttered desk alongside candy wrappers and stains of skeptical dried up liquids, the piled-up dirty clothes stacked on a peeled leather chair, and even to the odd smell that lingered in his room, which reminded you of a sewer on a hot day.. or maybe of a wet dog?
you couldn't figure it out and didn't want to.
honestly, out of all the students in the classroom, you end up with the naturally nastiest, weirdest, and quietest one, shigaraki? but, he was smart.. maybe the smartest student out of the entire class– college, but that doesn't make up for your discomfort.. and he can tell you were beyond uncomfortable in his presence, but honestly, he couldn't care about what you were thinking or feeling.
he just wants to get this art project over with.
"i can finish this off. you can leave." the sound of his raspy voice crushing through the thick awkward silence there was made you flinch slightly. it was like the first time hearing this man talk, ever.
your eyes flicker towards him as your glossy lips pucker and your brows furrow at his offer, which sounded like winning buzzers to your ears but you knew you had to stay. and honestly, that was the only thing you knew about this project.
"as much as i want to, shigaraki, but mr. aizawa said that this project is a.. uh.. whatcha ma call it?"
"collaborative?”
"oh, yeah! that weird word! a col-lab-o-ra-tive project and i don't wanna get in trouble for not doing it with you. so, i will stay, sadly.." you say highly. having to break down that big word for your diminutive brain as your sharp pink nails tap at your blank piece of paper in front of you. and that blank piece of paper was was supposed to be filled with notes hours ago.
shigaraki looked at you as if you had a rotting fish for a brain, your thoughts equally foul..
"okay then," shigaraki mutters, twitching his dried-out eyes back to his own paper.. that was filled with crucial notes, "it's not like you were doing anything anyway," he grumbles low into his baggy sweater, not audible enough for you to hear.
"hm, what was that?” you asked mindlessly and he simply ignored you.
you huff in annoyance seeing how he clearly dismissed your question but your head tilts softly to the side, keeping your beaming eyes on his side profile, and your face was contorting the longer you stared at him.
his greasy and unkept pale hair that looks like thick ropes swaying softly around his withered face. his dull crimson pupils in dying need of eye drops scanning over his paper, which they sat above baggy and wrinkly eyelids that drooped in exhaustion. his few deep dry scars that dragged over his right eyelid and the left side of his lips.. those thin uneven lips.. cracked and dried out.. always making it tempting for you to slide over your cheery lip bomb to him.
yet, that small mole under the right side of his lips you thought was..
cute.
“what?” his annoyed face snaps over towards your curious one. your eyes widen slightly at his bitterness, making you pout, your chest to puff upwards and your bare legs to cross over each other out of defense. it was hard for shigaraki to keep his irritated eyes connected with your magnified ones when your skirt traveled upwards from the sudden lift of your leg. though, he could still see the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs in his peripheral view..
“nothing.” you hiss out, but this unwanted tension was quickly overruled by the buzzing of your pink phone across from you.
it was like a magnet.
your head snapping over and your manicured hands reaching out for it and without hesitation, you picked up the dazzling phone without looking at the caller id.
"hey sissy! what are you doing?!" the pitch of your voice made shigaraki cringe. but his perverted eyes took this chance to glance down at your thighs for a better look as you twirled with your hair and mindlessly spoke with your friend about something that went through one of his ears and out the other. the only thing he picked up was,
"party?! can't project. after school. mm, why not? can't make it then.. but maybe.."
you kept babbling on about something he did not care about, at all, he was too focused on your thighs that we're suddenly being more exposed to.. him? the grip he had on his dull pencil tightened the moment he noticed your delicate hand playing around with the hem of your skirt, pulling the soft fabric up higher and revealing more of your skin to him.
wait.
what.
shigaraki's poppy-colored eyes darted up to yours and he almost choked up on his saliva. you were gazing at him with just the right look of heat in your eyes to make a strong pang shoot between his legs that very second. that look of ardor was glossed heavily in your gaze, a chemistry of passion and need, a seed of love, an invitation for him.
you didn't just look at him, you looked into him.
it made his numbing brain wonder why you're gazing at him with such a ravishing intent? it made his brain stutter with questions, but the moment you pulled in your bottom glossy lip by your teeth, only to let it bounce back down into place, shigaraki's brain flat wired.
"okay, i'll see you then.” you hang up the phone with a tedious smile displayed as you began to play with your exposed collar bone lightly as your other tapped softly at your thigh.
"so, shiggy– mind if i call you that, right?" the playful smile you presented to him made his head nod unknowingly.
“good, well, maybe we can work up that offer you said? and i'll pay you back in return?" you flicker your alluring eyes up at him as he just ogled at you with his mouth slightly agape.
"hm? what do you say? it would be very sweet of you if you did," you push yourself forward into his personal space, a hand sliding up his slim thigh to squeeze at. the sudden touch made shigaraki's usual slouch to be replaced by a stiff mannequin pose. "and i'm sure you don't want to give up such a deal, with me." the warmth of your breath layered against his lips; you were so close to him, practically crawling in his lap.
shigaraki was having a hard time forming the right words without them sounding all jumbled up, and it was never a great sign when his conversation-to-be is sounding witty in his head, but he managed to choke out, "w-what, are you trying to do?" he croaked, unfamiliar with a woman's touch.
you giggled sweetly, leaning back with a small pouty smile.
"what do you think, silly? you said you can finish the rest of this alone, yeah? so, you do this for me and i’ll make you cum.” you coo, as the grip you have on his thigh moved over to his groin to show him by what you meant more clearly, as if he didn't get the hint already. and you can feel the obvious tent pressing up against the buckle of his black jeans.
“mm, seems like your up for the offer, huh?"
you tease him, giving his hardness a soft squeeze only for him to buck his hips slightly up into your touch. it made you giggle seeing how sensitive he was and the boggled look in his eyes.
you can see he was visibly sweating, bad, all out of nervousness. his face was so flushed with heat it looked like he was going to have a stroke. hell, he just might because one of the prettiest girls in the entire school is touching him and not just touching him, rubbing his erection. it was like a wet dream he always had with you and he tried biting the inside of his cheek to check if it was because this surely can't be real, right?
a pretty girl like you wouldn't be touching a worthless guy like him.
right?
"sooo?" you squeeze his bulge harder, and this made him realize this was all so very real. it made his head spiral for a second as you felt around the outline of his cock and you were pretty impressed, almost shockingly impressed. the feel of his girth was overwhelming in sheer mass and the small thump you could feel every time it twitched made you unintentionally rub your thighs rub together.
"y-yes, i can finish it. you do whatever you want." the desperation in his voice to finally be touched by a woman is so embarrassing and you can feel him already softly humping against your palm for more friction. it was quite a sight to see and you wanted to see a little more..
even though you were holding back the acid-like vomit in the back of your throat for even touching him. you gulped it painfully down and easily slid into his lap, ignoring that pungent musk radiating from him. the moment you firmly planted your plush ass against his crotch, feeling his impressive erection prodding against your cunt through the soft fabrics of your panties, he let out a pitiful moan. it was so pitiful, yet, so pleasing to hear a man be so desperate for a simple touch from you.
you can tell he's never had this type of contact from a woman– contact from anyone in general. and shigaraki stingily savored this sensation of you rubbing your clothed cunt against his stiffness.
you could feel your velvety walls clench around nothing, cunt fluttering at the friction against your puffy clit as his rough, callused hands suddenly glued themselves to your thighs, squeezing, cupping, and massaging every inch of them. the rough feeling of his hands and the tight grip he has on you made you feel, appreciated..
as his adventurous hands roam around your skin, they fumble at the hem of your skirt and greedily moved it upwards to see more of a view. his mouth watered, seeing the cute little pink panties your wearing that pressed up against his aching bulge. this feeling of this was as if he could perceive your sins through the electromagnetic spark that crackled when his skin connected with yours.
your glossy lips curl as you coil your fingers around the small white buttons of your uniform and slowly began to unbuckle them. shigaraki's rosy eyes beamed straight up at each pop of those little buttons. each one popping open revealed more of your chest, and all the way down to your tummy.
he caught the drool that almost dribbled out from between his lips the moment your breast bounced in front of his face. the sight of your soft and round flesh was something he's never thought he will ever admire.
you smirk, shooting a playful wink at him as you took one of his hands to place on one of your soft breasts. the look on his face was just astonishingly funny to you. it was as if he was a little boy receiving a present he's been longing for on christmas.
and this present made him feel like he was going to cum.
“oh, fuck.” and so, he did.. this sight, this friction between the two of you was too much. so much, it made his eyes clench tightly together and his hips to buck up against you; embarrassingly creaming himself in his tight pants with a hot load of fresh cum, the drool he thought he had swallowed back now dribbling down the fat of your thigh.
the whine he let out as the greedy hold he had on your hips tightened, squeezing at your soft flesh as a safe haven. your jaw almost dropped, already feeling his sticky load seeping through the seam of his jeans.
he is so sensitive you thought, and the whine he let out as he came made you beam. you could still feel his cock throbbing, the excitement he was feeling was unreal, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his as a brutal tease.
“pfft, i knew this would be easy.. you really have never touched a woman before!” hearing you say that with a tedious giggle split his already whittled ego apart. being an average twenty-year-old male in college without the experience of a woman always poked fun at his manhood. but now, hearing it come from a preppy, idiotic school girl like you, who's always made fun of him silently in the back of class with your friends really pissed him off.
“you really are a loser, huh?”
you giggle some more and this set him off the edge internally.
“well, i made you cum, sooo, finish the rest of this? mkay, you weirdo?” you hit at his thumping chest softly before fumbling out of his lap, quickly fixing yourself up.
shigaraki’s breathing is still heavy as he's still struggling to come down from cloud nine. his heavy eyes hood, watching you collect all of your stuff together in your small pink purse. he breathes out, still, in shock that a pretty girl like you made him cum like this.
“anywhore, tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your balls off. i don't want anyone knowing i was touching an incel like you ‘n ruin my reputation.” you chirp out, unknowingly you're making a hatred in his heart for you to deepen.
“wait, wait!” the strain in his voice was harsh, it was as if he was cumming again. your brow cocked up at him, “i’ll do all of you projects for the rest of the year if you—”
“no! perv.. well.. maybe.. i’ll think about it.”
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