˙⋆✮Hello my beloved Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between!
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|18+ blog, so MDNI please and thank you| (Yeah my pfp is AI but i suck at drawing to i had to let AI make it)
˙⋆✮My name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam!˙⋆✮
˙⋆✮I‘m a girl!˙⋆✮
Sadly i was already 18 when i was 9
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Fandoms i absolutely love (i‘m gonna update this if i watch something new): One piece, my hero academia, Jujutsu Kaisen (i watched more animes but i dont think i‘ll be really able to write something good with the others) Call of Duty, The Rookie, Wednesday
i do have many more fandoms but when i try to come up with many of them, my brain just kinda forgets them so you just have to ask!
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Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
virgin!kiri who is shaking and stuttering and trying so so hard to stay ‘manly’ but the second he slides through your slick he whines. his arms are trembling on either side of your head as he eases his way inside, asking if you’re okay through gritted teeth cus he knows he’s big. he’s choking back tears and moans, his hair clinging to his forehead as he stares down at you. lasts until you squeeze around him and then he’s stuffing you full.
virgin!denki who’s giggling the whole time until he’s hovering over you and then he gets really serious and tries to focus. his brows knit as he lines himself up, tongue poking out in concentration as he pushes inside. he moans loud when he feels your gummy walls wrapped around him, mouth falling open and letting every sound out. he cums quick and to both of your surprise, burying his head in your chest and sucking little marks.
virgin!sero who you honestly thought wasn’t a virgin from the way he ate you out before he finally pulled his cock out. teased you with his dick through your folds and only then did he crack, breath hitching and muscles flexing. he pushes in so slowly, jaw clenched as he focuses on not busting to early but the feel of it is too much and when he’s fully inside he’s coating your walls with his sticky cum.
virgin!dabi who tells you to shut up with your comments or he’ll flip you over. he’s flustered and trying so hard to hide it but you can see it from the glint in his eyes, the way his hair is clinging to his forehead, the nervous lick along his bottom lip. when he sinks in, his eyes roll back, hips stuttering as he collects himself. he lasts a couple minutes before he’s filling you and telling you to shut up again.
virgin!shiggy who has his hands gripped on your waist as you straddle him. he’s pouting with his head turned to the side, blue hair clinging to his neck as you slide against him again. when you slowly sink down on him he snaps his head towards you, lips parting in a soft moan as you suck him in. it only takes one lift up and plap back down and he’s filling you with an arm tossed over his eyes.
sukuna takes you to the beach so you can lay on your tummy! ft: pregnant reader & whipped sukuna <3
notes: i feel like sukuna would be very territorial and protective of you while you're pregnant cus now not only is he protecting his wife but also his kid?! anyway i'd love to see him chilling there too <3 i think he'd have fun at the beach... if he let himself -_-
if there was one thing you exceeded at, it'd be sending your dear husband's blood pressure soaring to astronomical heights, and you took pride in being the one person to evoke such emotions in the man most considered heartless
currently, you're walking by the shore while sukuna trudges behind you, carrying all your necessities for the day with ease underneath the hot, scorching sun. you keep one hand over the swell of your stomach while admiring the view before suddenly stopping, and sukuna drops your belongings onto the sand beside you a moment later as you deem this spot perfect aloud for him
"four bags. you brought four bags for what, woman?" he growls, pinching your cheek as you squeal. he lets go eventually, already dropping onto his knees as he begins carving into the sand with determination set in his gaze, and you lower yourself carefully and wiggle your toes in the sand right after
"thank you for bringing me here." you sigh happily, and he merely grunts in response. you watch his large hands dig skillfully into the ground as he works. it's a hot summer day, and you're nearly three quarters of the way through your pregnancy.
sukuna had found you crying, as he often did these past few months simply due to mood swings, and through a garbled confession filled with tears and whining, he learned your sadness came from the fact that you couldn't lay on your stomach anymore—and, well, that just wouldn't do.
it didn't take him long to figure out a way you could relax while still being safe for the baby, but once he did, he quite literally dressed you in a sundress himself before renting out a beach for the two of you to relax on. to say you were happy was an understatement: you were absolutely ecstatic
"the things i do for you... stupid woman. stupid, lovely woman." he mumbles irritated, and you tilt your head down to peer up at him through your sunglasses before offering him a dazzling grin. sukuna stares right back, utterly unimpressed
once he's carved out a suitable crater for you to lay your stomach in, he helps you get adjusted, relaxing only when he sees you smile
"lay with me!"
—and so he does. he lies right beside you, squinting up at the sun as he sighs loudly
"it's too fucking bright out here." he complains, throwing an arm over his eyes as you hum noncommittally, breathing in the fresh smell of the sea. you feel so comfortable you could fall asleep—and while you do spend some time drifting between dreamland and consciousness, sukuna nudges you gently about a half an hour later
"nooo," you whine, digging yourself further into the sand while you hear him snort
"you'll regret not looking up," he murmurs, and you raise your head from your arms with a huff as he gently takes hold of your chin and tilts it towards the water. your brows furrow in confusion before a gasp slips past your lips when you see a mother sea lion with her baby relaxing by the shore
"oh my god," you say, eyes round as your gaze glasses over in an instant, and sukuna watches your lips form an annoyingly adorable pout
"oh, for fuck's sake, please don't start crying again." he groans, but even when he hears the little sniffles that escape your lips a moment later, he doesn't hesitate to pull you against him. thankfully, sukuna's large enough for you to collapse against him and be supported by his arms alone entirely
"adorable... so, do you think it's a baby boy or girl?"
sukuna bristles at your question before his gaze snaps down towards you
"what?"
"i said do you think it's a girl or a boy." you repeat, poking his cheek as he gently swats away your hand. sukuna's brows furrow as if he's thinking carefully about what to say next, and you listen closely for his response before he murmurs the word quietly
"...a girl."
you hum, and his eyes narrow as he stares at you
"what about you?" he questions, and you tap your chin in thought
"i think it's a boy. i don't know why—i guess it has a bit of a boyish look. but i'm sure girl sea lions and boy ones look the same, yes?"
sukuna pales once he realizes you were in fact not talking about the baby in your stomach but rather the fat baby sea lion residing about a hundred feet from the two of you instead
"what the f—you never—what?!"
"i'm pretty sure male sea lions are bigger too, and that one looks like a pretty big baby! it must be! you should thank me, ryo. because of me, you still get to learn new things here and there." you say proudly, nuzzling back against his chest contentedly as he fights back the string of curses lying heavy on the curve of his tongue
"you're so..." he starts, words tapering off into a growl as you peer up at him through your lashes innocently
𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · in which sukuna asks you to sit on him
"This is ridiculous!"
"Woman! You're being ridiculous!"
"Keep talking to me like that, and you just won't have it then!" You scream indignantly, looking past your bare stomach, from underneath your bush, and just enough to see his glare piercing straight at you.
"Let me eat you out. Look at yourself! You're already so wet for me. So, just sit for —" Sukuna sighs sharply, unknowingly sending a warm bubble of air directly against your clit.
The sudden wave of heat quickly encompasses you, and you instinctively clamp your knees against his ears, buckling down hard to his mouth, effectively cutting a poetry of curses from Sukuna.
"Oh, shit!" You squawk, immediately raising yourself. "Why the fuck would you even do that!"
"Is it my fault you're the sensitive one? Do it again. I like it. Come here." He positions you back in place, your cunt directly above his mouth, and your clit torturously erect when he flicks it.
"No, wait!"
"You can't kill me, that'll be stupid even for a curse like me." He pushes your hands away when you try to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him down to the pillows.
"J-Just, hold on!"
You've been in this position for the past fifteen minutes, debating with yourself if he should just eat you out because seeing his heated gaze straight to your clit and your breathless cunt being pried wide open with his fingers, looking intently for any signs of your release flowing out, is enough for you to come at this sensation alone.
But the thing is that you're simply nervous because it hasn't been long since he first ate you out, and while it was new and so fucking good, you're still embarrassed about the whole prospect of it.
"I just need . . ." you prep yourself up, "I get ticklish when I think too much about it."
"There's hardly anything you think about these days, and you have to think right now?"
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm walking out of here."
"Baby," he calls a little gentler, though it doesn't sound any different than how he would curse another, "just sit. Please."
"Oh?" You manage to entice a chuckling tease, "You never say please that way."
"For fuck's sake, you're being too unrea — mmphh!"
your favorite men have a little trouble sharing their favorite toy this holiday season - you!
pairing: jealous!Ino x f!Reader x fwb!Nanami
content: MDNI, cucking, Ino giving Nanami's girl backshots (oops!), face sitting, groping, oral (f! + m! receiving), threesome, they are both SO incredibly petty in this, inappropriate use of Nanami's tie and belt(slight breath play and tied hands)
a/n: based on dickcember prompt from @egglain and request from @aldebrana - divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!
"I could fuck you better than him, you know," Ino grumbled, his glass connecting back with the table with an unintended slam. Had he meant to say it out loud? Well, no, but he refused to regret it now.
"Oh really?"
You could pretend to be uninterested all you want, but even drunk, he could see the amusement shining in your pretty eyes, how they flicked across his face like you were silently sizing him up. And God, you really were pretty, sitting there with your chin propped up in your palm, turning your head to exchange a look with Nanami.
The blond man had good taste in everything. Especially women.
It wasn't that Ino was jealous. Okay, maybe he was a little.
But you two weren't dating. No, he'd just discovered his best friend and longtime crush was fucking his mentor when he walked in on you bent over his desk in his office this afternoon, the paperwork he was supposed to collect shoved to the side.
The image of your glossy eyes and the sound of your needy moans had him fucking his fist in a bathroom stall, refusing to leave his mind long after you found him in the parking lot half an hour later to apologize, all flushed and disheveled. Your fingers brushing against his forearm, the simple touch seemingly frying his ability to process your explanation that it was just a casual thing or your invitation to grab drinks after work.
He guessed that's why he hadn't realized you meant Nanami would be joining.
"I could," He echoed his sentiment, unable to stop himself from fidgeting as he said it. His knuckles drifted across the edge of the glass, collecting the condensation.
"When'd you get so cocky, Ino?" You giggled, and he hated the fact he couldn't see where your other hand was under the table. Was it in your lap? On Nanami's thigh? Or worse-?
"I'm just sayin'," He was slurring now, his lips tugged down in a frown as he glanced between you and the man on your right.
He expected to find disappointment on Nanami's face. But he just looked almost bored, his usual brand of indifference displayed in the tired lines of his faces, the frown lines etched into his skin. Still, Ino liked to think after the last few years working together, he knew the man well enough to tell there was something simmering under the surface.
Nanami took a long sip of his whiskey, his lips staying parted even after they left the rim and he set the glass back down, carefully choosing his next words.
"Prove it then."
"Ken, do you really think this is a good idea?" You tugged hard on the sleeve of his coat, pausing before the front door of Ino's place the next night.
He might not have been your boyfriend but after half a year of sleeping together in whatever spare moments the two of you could find, you couldn't believe he was just okay with watching you fuck someone else. Ino, much less.
"Let him try," He coolly said, appearing entirely unaffected, not bothered in the slightest as he knocked twice on the door.
Ino must've been waiting on the other side judging by how fast it swung open, a nervous grin spreading across his face seeing the two of you standing there.
"You're here."
His leg was bouncing, his hand hovering over the door knob while he just blinked.
"Uh-huh," You couldn't suppress your laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you stepped through the threshold, one of Nanami's wide palms pressed against your back.
You'd been to Ino's place before, but never his bedroom.
He kept glancing over his shoulder leading you through the hall, like he was convinced you were going to disappear before you made it there.
"Don't worry, Ino, I'll go easy on you," You teased with a wink, reaching for the doorknob and pushing it open before he could.
You could tell he cleaned before you arrived, judging from all the stuff stacked up on his desk and crammed to fit in his bookcases and shelves, the heel of a sneaker sticking out from underneath the navy sheets on his bed. It was cute.
"Yeah?" The sarcasm in his voice caught you off guard, twisting back to face him while you slipped off your heels, fingers pausing their work unbuttoning your overcoat.
"Yeah?" You repeated, brows knitting together when Ino suddenly stepped forward, closing the gap. His long fingers grazing your knuckles, button after button coming undone under his nimble touch. His floor was freezing under the soles of your tights, Nanami's heavy footsteps thudding against the wood as he casually sat in an old armchair Ino had to have moved from the living room in here, angled to have a full view of his bed. His eyes were on yours as he slowly removed his own coat, draping it over the side before he neatly placed his hands on top of each other like he was about to watch a fucking matinée.
But Ino was helping you shrug off your thick coat, discarding it on the floor to reveal the tiny red dress underneath. He sucked in a sharp breath, not hiding how greedy his eyes were as they skimmed over the cleavage pushed out, his hands landing on your hips firmly to pull your body against his.
"Ino," You hummed softly, looking up at him and realizing for the first time that he was taller than you thought, broader too, up this close.
You didn't think he knew you said his name, even when he was staring at your lips.
"You can kiss me," You murmured, considering the very real possibility he'd ask for permission for everything tonight when his lips suddenly smashed against yours.
He tasted like cherry chapstick, his mouth encompassing yours in a warm kiss, one hand slipping from your hips to grab your ass while the other caressed your cheek, diving into your hair. His tongue was pushing past your bottom lip, tracing your teeth and exploring your mouth. His eagerness was hard to resist, and you found yourself crossing your wrists around his neck, letting your fingers play with the soft ends of his hair.
Honestly? Ino was a better kisser than you ever expected.
Maybe it was just the cold still lingering in your bones from outside, but his body felt so warm against yours, welcoming you to wrap yourself up in him. Swept away by the fevered way he kissed you, the hint of cinnamon in his cologne, the almost demanding way his hands were already tugging and pulling at you.
By the time he pulled away for air, you were pretty fucking positive you must've looked dumbstruck, your lips hanging open and body frozen in place.
"You should help him get more comfortable," Ino casually said, jutting his chin behind you in Nanami's direction.
"W-what?" You sputtered, blinking and slowly looking over your shoulder. He squeezed your ass hard before both of his hands left you.
"Take his tie off," He shrugged, and you could still feel his stare studying your figure even when he nudged you towards Nanami. "His belt, too."
What the fuck?
Your breathing was unsteady, fingers trembling a little as you approached your ever-so-stoic Kento. His shoulders were relaxed, his attention glued to your face when you stopped just between his sturdy thighs. You slowly tugged his tie loose, chewing on your lip while you looked up at his warm eyes.
His hands hovered over your waist, but Ino spoke up before he could.
"No touching."
"That's up to her," Nanami reminded him, looking up at you. Maybe it was your imagination, but in the warm glow of the lamp light, there almost seemed to be a smirk on his face.
"C'mon, Ken," You hummed, pulling his tie over his head and placing it on the edge of the bed before getting on your knees to unbuckle his belt. "We can play by Ino's rules for now."
He clicked his tongue, but acquised, his lips pressed into a thin line as you tugged his belt free, discreetly letting your palm rub across his cock through his slacks before standing up to set the belt next to his tie and turn to Ino.
"Was that what-"
You didn't get to finish.
Ino was pulling you on top of his lap on the end of the bed, a ridiculously hard bulge already pressing against your panties as he interrupted you with another heated kiss. Roughly raking his fingers through your hair to tilt your chin back, trailing hungry wet sucks down the column of your throat to your collarbone, trying to leave hickeys.
"Fuck, Ino," You mumbled, your breath sticking in your throat, brain stumbling when he only paused to pull your dress over your head, tugging a breast out of your bra to let his teeth skim over your nipple. Rolling his tongue over it, intent on decorating your skin with more kisses, groaning into you like you were the one worshipping him.
His hands made quick work of unclasping your bra, throwing it on the floor as if he wanted any article of clothing separating you as far away as possible before his fingers slipped underneath the band of your tights.
"God, you're so hot," He mumbled, and you barely had time to blush before he was shredding the tights off of you, roughly tearing at the seams of the sheer fabric.
"What? Don't know any bigger words?" Nanami's honeyed voice called out from the corner, sarcastically scolding his junior.
"I do," Ino muttered quietly between kisses, nipping at your throat like you were the one who said it as he tossed the last scraps of the destroyed tights off of you.
"You're replacing those," You tried to huff, squirming when he readjusted, his hips arching up to press the fucking tent in his pants against your clit.
"Worth it," He grinned like he was considering ripping your panties off too, but no, instead, he grabbed your hips, his thumbs roughly digging at the soft flesh there. Using them as handlebars to hoist you up while he laid down until your thighs were positioned above his mouth.
"You-"
Even in bed, he just loved to cut you off.
Shoving your underwear aside with two fingers just to pull you all the way down, his tongue dragging across your entrance before sucking softly at your clit. Your gasp was broken, all the muscles in your thighs clenching when he slipped his tongue inside, making sloppy circles and moaning at his first real taste of you.
The reverberations rolled through you as he earnestly lapped up every drop you had to offer, holding you down in place to eat you out how he wanted. His nose kept scraping against your aching bundle of nerves, sending fresh jolts of electricity down your spine at each brief touch.
You were gripping his hair before you realized it, your hips rolling on their own to chase the climax he was driving you to. Soft thighs threatening to smother him, not that he seemed to notice or care, just crooking his tongue hard and flat inside you.
"Oh, fuck," You whined, your moan slipping out as his tongue's ministrations moved back up to the swollen bud of your clit, his wholly devoted swirls and sucks making you hot, flushed with need. All the heat in your body pooling south, your nerves screaming for relief, all your muscles straining under his teasing. "Ino, please-"
You would've laughed in their face if someone told you you a week ago you'd be begging your best friend to make you cum on his face.
His muffled moan almost made you lose it, but then he suddenly pressed his tongue hard against your clit and the thin tether keeping you together snapped. Rasping his name while his tongue continued to work you until you were on the brink of overstimulation.
And you weren't sure why you looked, if there was some subtle movement or sound your body picked up on that your brain didn't, but you were glancing back at Nanami, chest heaving with strained breaths. His face was set in only hard lines, his jaw clenched as his eyes scanned over your mostly-bare body. But his light-colored slacks couldn't hide the erection currently pressed against the zipper, the thick outline that proved at least part of him enjoyed the show.
A low grunt came from Ino's throat, his hands sliding up to your waist.
"You wanna look at him then?" His voice was low, and in a flash, he flipped you over onto your stomach so you were facing Nanami, pressing you face-down, ass-up on his plush mattress, yanking your drenched underwear down your thighs.
You didn't know Ino was capable of manhandling anyone. Would've guessed he liked the sloppy sort of soft sex, the kind where you cracked jokes and made out until there wasn't any more air left in your lungs.
But he was grabbing your hands and pinning them behind your back, wrapping them with Nanami's speckled tie and fixing a tight knot to keep them in place.
Being bound by him, unable to wiggle out, staring wide-eyed at Nanami while you listened to item after item of Ino's clothing hit the floor.
"Fuck," Ino sounded muffled, and the mental image of him probably getting stuck taking off his own shirt or sweater made you giggle involuntarily, even considering the position he had you in.
But then you heard whatever it was land softly on the wooden floor, and he smacked your ass hard enough to make you jolt.
"I've wanted to do that for years," He admitted, rubbing the spot tenderly.
Nanami rolled his eyes, the subtle grind of his molars against each other almost drawing another giggle out of you. But then Ino's fingers dipped into the slick coating the inside of your thighs, messily rubbing it across your entrance and you whimpered, thighs pressing together.
"Condom," Nanami brusquely reminded Ino, his eyes narrowing into slits. The bed creaked, the mattress whining as Ino moved to dig a condom out from the nightstand.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Ino grumbled under his breath, and then suddenly something thick was shoved between your thighs, his knee nudging your legs further apart as he inched his cock in slowly.
You hissed out a harsh breath, wrists flexing against their binding.
He didn't stop, one hand pushing your back into an arch while the other pressed down on the nape of your neck, his palm so much bigger than you ever realized when his sturdy fingers were wrapped around your throat.
"Shit, shit, oh my God," Your words were warped through the thick comforter in your face, smelling so much like him, breathing in the fact Ino was the one currently bottoming out inside you.
"That's right, gorgeous," He sounded absolutely destroyed, straining to get each breath out as his hips smacked into your ass hard enough to brand them.
"Wow, nine letters that time," Nanami mocked, the perfect picture of composure like he wasn't about to pop the zipper off his pants.
"Ignore him, Ino," You pouted, his name coming out as a soft whine when he pounded into you harder, faster, determined to push you to (and maybe past) your limit.
A blond brow arched up, daring you to ignore him too when you were forced to look him in the face while you were getting your brains fucked out.
"Say my name again, please," Ino groaned, his grip getting tighter, aching thighs tensing around him at the pressure building with every searing touch.
"Fuck, Ino," You mewled, nails digging into your own palms as he thrusted roughly into you, moaning loudly in tandem with every lewd noise that escaped your mouth.
The hand on your back slipped around to your front, fumbling for your clit, massaging brutal circles around the sensitive bud.
"Hear that?" Ino's cheelily commented at the strangled noise hande tore from your throat.
Your eyes were screwing shut automatically, hot tears brimming over your heavy lashes, your makeup probably already ruined on his bedspread. He just kept bullying himself deeper, stretching you around him while he rubbed frantic patterns, dragging you with him to another orgasm.
But before it could hit you, something cool was wrapped around your throat, familiar leather cutting into your skin while you blinked up and tried to process what the fuck you were seeing.
Nanami's zipper was down, his cock pulled free, pretty and pink and swollen, begging for attention in a way he never did.
"Takuma," Nanami sighed, his knuckles white against his belt as he pulled the cold buckle tight around your neck, stealing the breath from your throat before softening his grip. "Are you finished trying to make your point?"
And it was purely instinctual, your body automatically squeezing around him at the deep sound of Nanami's voice. Nanami knew too, when Ino couldn't hold in his needy moan of your name.
You stared up at him through hazy eyes, your mouth parting for him, unable to stop from offering yourself to him even now.
His other first wrapped around his dripping cock, pressing the head of it against your lips, your tongue drifting over the slit to lap up the leaking pre-cum. At the same moment he started to slide it in, he used to belt to pull you closer, away from Ino until he was shoved against the back of your throat.
"You're supposed to share," Ino huffed, tugging you back by your bound hands so he could plunge back inside.
"And you were supposed to fuck her better than me."
"Well, maybe if you stopped interrupting-"
Maybe if you weren't so stuffed full of both of them, you could've tried to tell them to stop fighting.
But with Nanami's cock bumping into the roof of your mouth, suppressing every whimper and whine bubbling up and Ino snugly filling you up with every throbbing inch, you couldn't do anything but take it.
A thumb dragged tantalizingly over your clit while another pulled down your lip, the belt pulled taut around your throat tightening for a second, not enough to cut off your airway, but with the precise amount of pressure to make your head spin.
"You close, sweetheart?" Nanami's silky voice sounded so sweet when he was fucking your face so rudely, knowing you were incapable of forming an even remotely coherent thought.
You struggled to bob your chin up, writhing under the their heavy holds, the war they were waging in rough thrusts and sloppy strokes.
And maybe it was how Ino rolled your needy bud between his fingers or maybe it was how debauched the growl coming from Nanami's throat was, but you came hard and fast, burning with the pleasure pouring through every atom of your body. Knees trembling, muscles aching, while Ino kept fucking you through it. His hips slowing as he murmured your name almost deliriously, finishing at the same time like he'd barely been able to hold himself back for it.
You had barely started to come down when warm cum suddenly shot down your throat, the familiar taste coating your tongue as his thick vein pulsed against it. Swallowing, sucking softly until Nanami reluctantly pulled out, wiping his tip across your lips, softly groaning at your licks.
Ino still hadn't pulled away, resting his sweaty chest against your back, practically collapsing on top of you.
"Up," Nanami grumbled, pinching the bridge of his defined nose when he addressed him.
"She's so warm though," Ino dreamily yawned, his chin pressing into your shoulder blade as he snuggled against you.
"Get off," Nanami sternly said, using his best authoritative voice.
You felt the smug smirk growing against your skin before Ino even replied.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through It™️ Creampie. Brief mention of Reader’s insecurities w sex
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It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried before.
You’d had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.
By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.
And things had only been official for a week.
You and him had fooled around a handful of times—made love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messes—but all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.
He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.
Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the other’s furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move
Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.
You didn’t think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.
“Keep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,” he said.
You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldn’t finish.
“But I…I need to come,” you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.
Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I’ll get you there. Feel this?”
He slid deeper for emphasis.
You didn’t.
You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.
“I think…sort of, yeah,” you hedged your answer.
Don’t bruise his ego, don’t hurt his feelings.
This is all on me, Si, I promise it’s not you.
Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.
“Better?” The man’s question was simple.
Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.
You made a face, feeling good from that but…strange.
Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.
“Talk to me, baby. Can’t make it better if you don’t.”
“I—I know, I just can’t—”
At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.
You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way you’d just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.
“Can’t do what, now, darlin’?”
The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.
“That’s my girl. She’s likin’ it now, isn’t she?”
“Feel good when my cock hits that spot?”
“Your pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby.”
But still, somehow, it just wasn’t quite enough.
Maybe you’d never found that place after all.
This was where most men gave up—after a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, they’d go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.
You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldn’t get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.
Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, “Si, please, it just—it takes me too long—”
“Good thing we’ve got all night,” Simon replied bluntly.
Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.
With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simon’s cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.
You sucked in a breath. Simon’s gaze slid to yours.
“Let’s find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.”
Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.
It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.
“S-Si,” you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.
“What’s’at, baby? Got something to tell me?”
Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.
Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.
He still held onto your other hand tight.
Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.
Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:
“Higher.”
“Higher?”
“Um, to the…to the left.”
Simon tilted his hips left.
Yes.
That was just it. So close.
Almost…
Or, maybe…
“Maybe it just…isn’t there,” you huffed out, deflating. “Know you’re trying so hard, baby, but I think I can’t—”
Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.
Just like you’d told him: to the left, and then…
“Oh, fuck,” you cursed. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck.”
The grin above you stretched even wider.
“There, lovie?” Simon goaded you on.
“Right there.” You nodded furiously.
A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simon’s cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive place—except he’d pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.
“Little dove doesn’t mind my pokin’ after all, huh?” Simon’s words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt must’ve clamped like a vice.
“Keep…keep pokin’, Si,” you choked out. “I like it.”
Your lover kept at it—poking from the inside.
The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.
Simon’s mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.
You realized as much when he whispered it to you.
“Could lose my bloody mind when you’re like this—” Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. “—so why didn’t you talk? Ask for what you needed?”
Your voice was small. “Didn’t wanna be a bother.”
Your eyes were locked with Simon’s, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.
“Don’t be angry, Si, I—” you started, hurried.
“‘M’not.” Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. “It’s those fuckin’ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?”
The ones that you’d been with before.
You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.
Simon was back inside you in a blink.
Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.
He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.
Vindicated.
“Well. It’s not like they’re ever gettin’ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?”
You nodded in agreement.
You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simon’s thrusts accelerate.
“Only thing that’s gonna touch this spot other’n my cock is my seed, splatterin’ all over your walls, right?”
When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.
And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot you’d convinced yourself up until tonight didn’t exist.
Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.
“This it, lovie? This spot right ‘ere?” he cooed.
His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.
You nodded your head: “Y-Yes. Yes.”
“Feel good when I hit it?”
“Fucking perfect, Si.”
You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.
“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?”
“Yeah. I’m— I’m so close.”
“Go on then, love.”
And, shortly, you did.
Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came to—your mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simon’s while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the man’s release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.
Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.
It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. “My perfect girl. You did so good.”
You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.
“Thank you,” you murmured against him.
Then Simon squeezed your hand—the one he’d been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.
He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.
price could be an asshole sometimes, he knew it. and you knew it too. he always made you cry during arguments, storming out of your shared place by slamming the door and only coming home the next morning with an apology and some flowers.
you always forgave him, much to his surprise.
but today was different, he had been really mean and price knew that he messed up badly this time. he hated how he could be when angry.
"i forgive you" price eyes looked up to you, a hint of hope in it.
"are ya serious ?" he asked with his rough voice, his heart beating a little faster. he released the breath he didn't even realize he was holding when you nodded yes. you opened your mouth, "one condition" you looked at the floor, "I want to spend one night with lieutnant riley." price cringed at the way you said his name, bliking at you with big incredulous eyes.
"she really said tha' ?" price hated simon's smug smirk, the man visibly flattered by his captain's woman's wish. "who am I to disappoint the missus"
price hated even more watching you and simon have sex, even though he insisted on being here.
your body was smashed against the mattress, the bed hitting the wall as the lieutnant's hips roughly pounded into you. you were enjoying it, john knew by the loud moans that were uncontrollably leaving your mouth. he saw how you tried to hide it at first, probably in order to not make your husband insecure ; however as simon fucked you dumb, you became a moaning and drooling mess.
price clenched his jaw as he watched you both make out, he couldn't help but observe intently how simon's angry cock would thrust in and out of your pink pussy, all slick with the previous orgasms you had.
"gonna cum..." you whimpered pathetically as you shut your eyes, your nails piercing the lieutnant's back. a whimper escaped you as you felt simon's hand come rub your clit to help you climax, the delicious feeling making your toes curl.
after you came, price watched you lay on your shared bed, completely cock drunk. he completely ignored the cocky expression simon had on his face.
"next time don't be a dickhead, captain" price mentally cursed as the lieutnant walked out of the room, enjoying the situation too much for his liking.
a/n: i hate 100 degree weather im melting give me christmas now
you and katsuki are standing in front of the wall of windows in his apartment, leaning into each other as the snow falls almost like a snow globe. the city sparkles at the late hour and the christmas tree in the corner illuminates the both of you in a warm glow.
you curl into his side, letting your fingertips slip beneath his sweater and press against his warm skin. “oi!” he steps back.
“warm me up katsuki.” you pout.
“get those little icicles away from me.” a small smile playing on his lips.
“i’ve been good this yearrr.” you bat your lashes at him, stepping closer.
he narrows his eyes at you as you approach, going to dodge but you tackle him and you both fall to the floor in laughter and giggles. he’s above you, the christmas tree lights twinkling in his eyes as he pins your wrists to the ground. he dips down and kisses you once.
“being naughty now.” he rasps, kissing you once more.
“another.” you try to chase his lips but he stays just out of reach.
“dunno..” he rolls his hips into your leggings and you whine.
“katsuki.” you lock your legs around his waist. “more, please.” you jerk your hips, pressing right against his growing hard on.
he smashes his lips to yours, grinding his hips into yours deliciously as he swallows down all of your little sounds. he pulls back to watch your face twist with pleasure, how pretty your skin looks glowing in the lights, how your eyes glass over with each roll of his hips.
“you’re beautiful.” he admires you.
he wants to kiss you but he also just wants to stare at you falling into your pleasure. the way your hips cant up, how your lips are parted letting out his favorite sounds, your hair splayed out perfect around you.
“can we..?”
“yes.” you’re breathless.
he lets go of your wrists and makes quick work of your leggings and his sweats. you shiver from the chill but he’s on you the next second, kissing you and sliding through your wetness. he presses at your core and your toes curl in your fuzzy socks as he slowly sinks in. you gasp into his mouth when he presses right at that gummy spot, walls clamping down around him to keep him inside.
“i know.” he murmurs. “i know, pretty girl.”
you bury your hands in his hair and bring his lips back to yours, sliding your tongue against his, whining softly as he starts to rock into you. he rolls his hips each time he bottoms out, making sure to give your little clit everything it needs to have you yanking on his hair.
he kisses down your neck as you arch into him, gasping as he sucks and nibbles little marks into your warm skin. you grip onto his shoulders holding him closer, pleading as your tummy coils. he keeps his thrusts slow and deep, reveling in the sounds you make and the way you feel.
“i love you.” he whispers. “my good girl.” one sharp snap of his hips and you’re cumming. “there you go baby, let it out.” he coos.
he keeps his pace calculated and tantalizing as he chases his own pleasure, grunting into your neck until he fills you with hot ropes. he settles inside you and lifts up, eyes scanning over your pleasure sated face before he kisses you again.
UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
he doesn't know you. yet. he just knows that you're new to the gym, based on the fact he's never seen you around. simon would've remembered a girl in tight biker shorts and skimpy sports bras, taut workout jackets, and the occasional oversized hoodie. adorned with a cute matching water bottle to whatever you wore that day and headphones.
he's never seen someone so polished for...the gym. a place meant for getting dirty and sweaty after a good workout, but he doesn't mind. not at all.
especially when you're doing leg and glute day. bending over for stretches, squatting with a full rack of weight—or whatever your body can carry. the grimace on your features with a heavy hip thrust. it rushes all his blood down south.
it's barely been a week since you'd joined this gym, and he's already enthralled—and a downright dog.
but he wasn't used to talking—just staring someone down until they noticed, which he did a lot. when he approached you, he didn't know what to say, and you felt the looming presence over your shoulder. well, there he was, staring you down.
lifting off your headphones, you spared him a sweet look, "you need something?" he just pointed to the machine you were using. "oh! i'm almost done, you—"
he threw you a thumbs up and turned away as quickly as possible, leaving you dumbfounded. instead of continuing the exercise he interrupted to approach you, he sat back on the machine and watched you finish your set. adjusting his heavy erection that wasn't hidden by his gym shorts. you felt his eyes but didn't dare look his way.
just as you finished and were about to clean off the seat, he appeared at your side and stopped you. simon was filthy, seeing the sweat marks left on the seat made his cock throb. "'s fine." he grunted, sitting his heavy body right down. your perfume still lingered when he did.
it wasn't even part of his strict workout routine. he was working legs that day, you were doing arms. he didn't care.
numerous other times stuck out. moments you caught him turning his head over his shoulder to stare at your ass when he walked by, picking machines right behind where you squatted, hijacking your machines after a heavy workout, or picking a treadmill right beside yours when all the others were empty.
until he finally worked up the courage to ask to spot you. he knew you didn't need it, but god, it was the only way to get close to you, to touch you.
he was surprised you even agreed, but you saw what he did. perving on you any time you went to the gym at the same time—which was often because he learned your gym schedule.
he was helped you squat, hands unnecessarily on your hips, chest way too close to your back. every so often, a certain squat slotted his hard cock against your ass, and he didn't hide the grunt. adjusted himself shamelessly while he did so.
it's not like you reprimanded him, but you also didn't feed into it—though, by default, not saying no to him was a greenlight in his eyes.
just ignore the way his breathing picks up and a choked groan escapes him. he definitely didn't just finish in his shorts.
Thinking about Tenya who rolls over and unitentionally puts you in a headlock while hes asleep and it like flipped a switch in you one minute your dozing off the next you're wide awake and squeezing your thighs together.
You nuzzle into it more, his big arm practically engulfs you and you dont even fight the urge to slip your hand down your panties, shamelessly playing with yourself and purposefully pushing back into him.
Leading to him waking up, he listens to your small sounds in shock for a moment before reaching over and replacing your hands with his own.
When he tries to adjust your hand shoots out and grabs his arm that was once around your neck, pulling it back with a little whine of,
"I like it..."
He scoffs, too tired and aroused to argue about something that could potentionally be dangerous he places his arm around your neck again.
New day in UA, new day in class 1-A. But no regular day. There‘s a student coming to visit them, Aizawa told them. A student who wants to become a hero too. But they‘re only here to visit today. And if they like it, they transfer next week.
As you enter the building of UA, you see all classrooms closed and no students running around. Yeah, class has already started. You silently walk through the building, searching for classroom 1-A. This is gonna be your classroom too soon. Will they like you? Will you fit in? Will your quirk fit in? Your quirk‘s always been kind of…interesting, we might say. A siren quirk? It caused trouble as a kid, because sometimes you just activated it without noticing and suddenly people did what you said, or everyone fell asleep randomly, or suddenly you were surrounded by literally everyone. When you were 13, it was so bad, you nearly killed two other kids your age, and one had to go to the hospital for weeks. So you were counted as a villian and were in prison for a year…So, are you gonna fit in?
You knock at the door as a low, tired voice answers from inside „come in.“ You slowly open the door and see 20 pairs of eyes staring at you. To be exact, 21. There‘s a little girl with a horn on her head standing next to the teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You close the door behind you and walk to the front of the classroom, looking at everyone.
„Hi! My name is y/n and i‘m gonna be your new classmate soon!“ …silence. Stares. You‘re used to it, so you just try to smile through it. Mr. Aizawa clears his throat. „Class, i know what you’re feeling. We know what they did. But it wasn‘t their fault.“ Some small dude with purple balls on his head says: „But what if they‘re gonna kill us too?“ Another blond haired dude slaps him right across the back of his head, silencing him. While everyone whispers and talks, the little girl just keep staring at you. But not with fear or disgust, she looks at you like you‘re not some kind of „villian“. She looks at you like she…likes you. Your quirk makes your hair a but shiny, and your skin lightly glowing. Seems like she likes it? She climbs down from the teachers table and walks over to you, looking up at you with big eyes. A boy with green hair and freckles immediately jumps up. „Eri, wait!“ But you dont listen, and she doesn‘t either. You just stare at each other before you kneel down to her size, smiling at her. She slowly reaches a hand out, carefully touching your hair like it‘ll explode or something. „Wowww...your hair looks great!“ She says with awe. „And you‘re adorable“ You stand back up, smiling down at her. She smiles back. „Are you coming to our school?“ you hesitate. „Yeah. I will“ „Then we‘ll meet again!“ she smiles happily. Maybe school isn‘t gonna be that bad.
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Last song: Blame It by Jamie Foxx ft T-pain. i was still very sleepy when i went out with family so i decided to put on my playlist that i play when im daydreaming, thinking of new oc lore or fic ideas lol it helps me stay awake.
currently watching: i’ve mostly been watching youtube which consists of joe bartolozzi, kubz scouts, this guy calvin who plays minecraft horror mods, b99 clips cause i dont have any streaming services with it and asmr videos to help me sleep.
but the last show i watched was either abbott elementary or modern family, ive been on a sitcom kick lately and haven’t been able to watch much of abbott because ive been watching it with my sis in law and we don’t watch it without the other.
currently reading: im inbetween reading fanfics and reading actual books loll.
the last book i read is actually this old graphic novel i loved in like elementary school, ive been reading it for nostalgia, its called Crush by Svetlana Chmakova! super cute and i plan in getting the rest of the series its part of.
and for the fun of it, the last fanfic i read was Same You, Different Font by radskull69 on Ao3. its an undertale fic, specifically a sans & papyrus x reader and i love it so much!!! literally read it within a day. it has the trope of reader living with og and the au versions of sans and papyrus, mean girl comes in and now they all hate reader but makes it more interesting and kinda differs from it in a way if that makes sense? the characterization of everyone including reader is so much fun to read and i can’t wait to see how it goes.
Current obsession: Deltarune & Undertale, Tmnt, Dhmis, Aphmau (specifically her mystreet series, could never get into her diaries series), Creepypasta, The backrooms, Minecraft, Widows bay, anything slasher/horror, hellboy, abbott elementary and of course call of duty.
i’m into a lot of things, i can never be focused on one thing.
Currently working on: trying to clear out my drafts and planning on making an actual fic that’s not just a oneshot or a drabble. im also working on some of my ocs and their lores!! and lastly ive been working on getting better at drawing, i really wanna start drawing and possibly posting it on here but college sucked the motivation out of me and i just really wanna get back into it.
Currently wearing: let me just show u (random pic of my hamster remy just because)
Last google search: despicable me 4 movie. my nephew wanted to watch it but i had no idea what it was available on.
favorite flower: i love sunflowers, tulips, venus flytraps, marigolds, yellow roses, calla lilly, spider lilies, lily of the valley, datura stramonium, baby breath, bleeding hearts, pink orchids, dandelions, pink and red lillies.
i really love flowers.
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@zombiedestruction
@callsign-s0mbra
i don’t really have a lot of mutuals and am too nervous to tag people i follow 😅 still appreciate being tagged tho :)
˙⋆✮10 people id like to get to know, tagged by @thatweirddeadgirl !˙⋆✮
(Thank you pookie˙⋆✮)
Last song: Yike Train! My new obsession cause i heared Lumas singing it AGAINN
currently watching: i‘m watching the gay scottish (ig scottish? Sorry if not) series „Young Royals“ i nearly finished it! After it i‘m planning to watch „The Legends of Vox Machina“ (my friend recommended it sooo) and maybe starting „Shameless“ (also recommended) but i also watch a lot of YouTube right now so i guess PixelDrink‘s videos
currently reading: i just read like some minutes ago! I‘m currently reading „The long Game“ the second part of „Heated Rivaly“ and then i‘m gonna finish my mangas i didn‘t read yet
Current obsession: too much
Creepypasta, Call of Duty (hahahaha, again.) RODRICK HEFFLEY, kind of (still) my hero academia, Jjk, One Piece BUT live action (they got the best cast ever), and kind of Lumas and PixelDrink…and Barry Sloane
Currently working on: on 3 (3?) 3 fics…but i didn‘t finish A SINGLE ONE! ONE OF THEM IS IN MY DRAFTS FOR OVER A MONTH (dude it‘s not diagnosed but i think i have ADHD and i cant get to fucking writing but i‘m trying okay i‘m trying)
Currently wearing: a mha shirt i bought the other day for 3.99 € (that‘s really cheap) it was reduced so much and i‘m so glad i found the last one- and just normal black shorts
Last google search: WM needed to see when my land‘s gonna play again
favorite flower: if i had to choose? I guess it would be roses. I love when they have like mixed colors
˙⋆✮TAGGING!!˙⋆✮
@thebussyinspector
@johnpricescumrag (i know you‘re busy but i had to do it)
