Dollie🩷

[franticallymajesticprincess]

+.Dollie page! ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა**., ‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Age: over 18! 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴: 𝘮𝘩𝘢, 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦! 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘋𝘐! 🦢

Hiii ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ This is my blog where I write and also just talk alot! ᥫ᭡

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𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤? ꉂ૮(°□°'˶)ა 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯!: 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ദ്ദി＞ᴗ＜)

So touchyヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ

Lip piercing.. -choso fanfic!

𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺"-𝘉𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘩𝘢

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺!! ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

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[planetpeebs-deactivated20220426]

“are you okay”

no i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand i’ll never hold

[cowplantblues]

Actually when I say “fuck all billionaires” I particularly mean Taylor “having my wedding in the middle of the busiest city in the world on the busiest weekend in the world in the part of the city the majority of commuters need to get through because fuck working people” Swift

[cravemyhoney]

╰───⌲ SWEET TREAT, toji fushiguro x black!fem!reader.

you looked down at toji as he spread your brown and plump thighs apart, revealing your pretty pussy. your pretty and fat lips on display, toji’s eyes lowered at the sight. he then used his lengthy and thick fingers to spread your lips apart, revealing your pretty pink hole. toji could’ve moaned right there on the spot. instead he continued to suck on the lollipop that was in his mouth. you hooked your bottom lip into your teeth as you watched toji. all you wanted was for him to hurry up and fuck you; but toji believed in taking his sweet time when it came to you.

toji brought his thumb to your essence and began to lightly rub your clit. the sensation immediately made your mouth form a “o” shape and a gasp fell out of it. tiny whimpers and whines flowed out of your mouth. “mmm,” you whined. after a few seconds of stroking your clit with his thumb he moved his finger away. leaving you with a big frown on your face. a smirk fell upon the man’s face as he grabbed the stick of the lollipop and swirled the sweet treat around in his mouth.

toji took the lollipop out of his mouth, and once it released it made a “pop” sound. toji bit his lip as he looked down at your channel, before placing the lollipop against your essence and pushing it in your hole. a gasp slipped out of your mouth, toji began fucking the lollipop in and out of you. his pace fast and steady. “oh—oh fuck!” you moaned. the feeling felt great, being that it was something entirely new. “feel good hm, baby?” toji asked cocking his head to the side. “y-yesss!” you cried out before your mouth fell ajar and your head tilted back.

“you look so pretty like this,” he muttered as he took in the sight of you sprawled on his bed, you completely submissive to his touch. toji bit his lip before reaching his free hand out to palm your pretty, brown, perky tits. he began to roughly groping your breasts, and using his fingers to pinch and pull your brown nipples.

you squirmed a little; his touch and the feeling of the sweet treat going in and out of your essence was beginning to become overstimulating. and the more he fucking you with the lollipop the more you felt yourself about to orgasm. your eyebrows began to furrow and your eyes started to get glossy. your hips fucked the lollipop back, meeting each thrusts. and by surprise toji leaned down and ran his tongue across your clit, before flicking it.

a loud moan fell out of your mouth as you moved your hand and placed it ontop of toji’s head. stabilizing him in between your essence. your fingers began to lightly fist his hair as you bucked your hips up against his face. “tojii— it feels so good!” you whined. toji upped the pace of the lollipop and thrusted it deeper inside of your cunt.

a pool of heat began to form in your stomach and your muscles started to tense. “‘m gonna—gonna, cum!” you exclaimed, as your torso lifted up off the mattress as you reached you peak. your juices gushed out, and covered the strawberry flavored lollipop. toji look a few more licks of your clit before leaning back and pulling the lollipop out of your essence. the action resulted in a “pop” sound.

you took in a deep breath to regulate yourself after reaching you peak, once you were calm you looked down at toji. to see him staring up at you with low eyes. you could see his orbs raking over your body. that’s when he made eye contact with you. he then proceeded to pop the lollipop into your mouth, your juices still on it. he sucked on it, and swirled his tongue around it.

“such a sweet treat, an’ tastes even better than before.”

i loved every second of writing this. this was sooo nasty ugh. 😩 but so good and so so worth it omg. toji is really my husband like that’s my daddyyy.

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[spicyprincezuko]

I wish all Black girls a clear shot at this world. I wish all Black girls a full belly. I wish all Black girls a respite from their many troubles. I wish all Black girls nothing but grace, prosperity, and ease. Black girls I am hoping for your continued safety and success every single day.

[maeveybelle]

Freak!!

༉‧₊˚. summary: bakugo and deku's new assistant has more to her than meets the eye..

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, improper use of quirk, p in v, vaginal sex, praise, condescending praise, degradation, soft!dom izuku, switch!katsuki, stubby!reader, freak!reader, use of dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, use of y/n, f!reader, boss x assistant dynamic, threesome, oral (m receiving)

༉‧₊˚.w/c: 3.3k~

The agency never slept. Even at 10 p.m., the top floor hummed with post-patrol energy—reports being filed, strategy sessions running long, the occasional explosion from the training rooms downstairs. You had been the new administrative assistant for four months, handling everything from scheduling joint operations to making sure the coffee machine didn’t run dry. Quiet, efficient, and painfully timid. You spoke softly, avoided eye contact with the bigger names, and kept your head down. Especially around Dynamight and Deku.

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were legends. Pro heroes at the top of their game, co-leading one of the most effective units in the city. They bickered constantly but moved like extensions of each other in the field. You noticed them. Everyone did. But you stayed professional. A polite nod in the hallway. A quiet “Here are the updated files, Bakugo-san” when dropping things on his desk.

The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.

“Fucking paperwork,” Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.

You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. “I’ll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. You don’t have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” you murmured, eyes on the folder. “I don’t mind.”

Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. “You always this quiet, assistant?”

You nodded, cheeks warm. “Usually.”

He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.

After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff “thanks” when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long days—“You like it with two sugars, right?”—and chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.

You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.

One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.

“Rough shift?” he asked gently, leaning against the counter.

You shrugged, voice quiet. “Just a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. I’m almost done.”

He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. “You’re really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You don’t.”

The compliment made your cheeks heat. “I like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.”

Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. “Flirting with the staff, Deku?”

Midoriya laughed softly. “Just talking. Join us?”

To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. “You eat this shit every night? No wonder you’re so quiet. Need real food.”

From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugo’s sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small ways—dry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about “extras” in the field.

Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.

“You didn’t have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.”

You looked up at him, timid but honest. “I wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.”

Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.

That night, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Don’t work yourself dead next time.

Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. We’ll see you Monday.

The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought you’d like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.

Spring arrived, and so did the first date.

They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.

“We’re interested,” Bakugo said. “In more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?”

Midoriya elbowed him. “What he means is… we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?”

You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didn’t do this. But looking at them—Bakugo’s sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriya’s soft hope—you nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”

The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cooked—spicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.

You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. “I’m not very exciting,” you admitted quietly. “Compared to hero work.”

Bakugo snorted. “Bullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. That’s more than most extras manage.”

Midoriya smiled warmly. “We like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesn’t mean boring.”

The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.

Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. “C’mon, don’t hold back. I know you’ve got more in you.” Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everything—quirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.

Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugo’s hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantly—“You’re doing so well,” “So pretty like this”—until you melted.

You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirks—how you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugo’s rants got ridiculous.

One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.

“You’re too good for us,” Midoriya murmured.

“Damn right she is,” Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. “Don’t let it go to your head, assistant.”

You just smiled softly, content.

Two and a half months in, the dam broke.

It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugo’s hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolder—hands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungry—but you’d stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.

Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.

“I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, voice timid even now.

Bakugo paused the movie. “What?”

Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. “You can tell us anything.”

You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. “I’m not… as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to freak you out. But I want… more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.”

Silence stretched for a beat.

Bakugo’s grin was slow and feral. “Well fuck. Our sweet little assistant’s been hiding a freak side.”

Midoriya’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. “You don’t have to hide with us. Ever. If that’s what you need, we’ll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if it’s too much.”

You nodded, already aching. “Please.”

They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at first—your shirt, then Bakugo’s, Midoriya’s—revealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“None of that shit. Let us see what’s ours.”

Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.”

Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. “Gonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?”

You whimpered. “Please, Katsuki.”

He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skin—tiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.

“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Bakugo muttered. “Look at her squirming already.”

Midoriya’s hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. “Already so wet for us. That’s my good girl. So eager. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes—please, more.”

Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. “Taking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need.”

They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didn’t stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.

“Ass up. Time to fuck you properly.”

Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.”

You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. “Shit—greedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.”

He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrust—heat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well you’re doing. I love seeing you like this—full and desperate.”

The contrast wrecked you. Bakugo’s degrading growls mixed with Midoriya’s soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.

They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. “Easy, baby. Take all of me. Good girl—just like that.” One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.

Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. “Gonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.”

The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythm—Bakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.

Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about “hydration, dumbass” but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.

“You’re full of surprises,” Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. “Good ones. Don’t hide that shit from us again.”

Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. “We love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. We’re keeping every part.”

You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.

༉‧₊˚. A/N: I need them BIBLICALLY

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[candytoothed]

it’s weird being like this with you.

katsuki’s been close with you and izuku since childhood. and now, he’s fucking you, and every time you whine that sweet, “kacchan!” he can’t help but think of izuku too.

"ah! god, fuck!" you mewl, head thrown back at the sensation of katsuki's active thrusting, warm hands gripping your thighs.

"atta girl. so good f'me, baby." he grunts, hips angling to hit the perfect spot, sweat collecting on his brow.

"mmph! yes kacchannn, shit!"

kacchan. that stupid nickname. he hates when you say it in bed. it makes him think of izuku, he's the one who started with it in the first place. it makes him wonder what it would be like if he were here, if he heard you say that. how he'd react. how his face would get all red for no absolute reason and his dumb overflowing brain would get all fuzzy—

"baby, cut it out with that shit." katsuki grunts. he's scolded you about this before.

"m sorry!" you groan, hips wiggling and grinding against him. "but why?" you pout, and you're super fucking adorable. your skin's all moist and glistening beneath him, a soft crease on your forehead.

he pants above you, slowing down his movements to a reasonable talking pace. "cuz— makes me think of deku. n i dont wanna think about his dumbass while im balls deep in my girl—"

"i love izuuu..." you croon, eyes all blissed out. you clench around him and his jaw clenches, cock twitching inside you.

"i- i know ya do, honey."'

"no, i," you grunt, eyes rolling back briefly, jutting your hips forward. "i love him, katsuki. wish he was here with us..."

"he's so cute," you babble on mindlessly, with little squeaks leaving your throat here and there. you messily brush your hair out of your face, gripping your boyfriend's tough biceps right after. "he's so cute, suki. want him too."

"jesus fuck," katsuki hisses, leaving a light lovetap on your asscheek before bending down and sucking on your tongue.

"you want him here too." you mumble when he pulls away, saliva coating both your lips. "mmmph— you wanna have him, baby, i know you do!"

bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, digging his face into your neck as he rocks into you with soft grunts. "y-yeah. okay, fine. shit.."

[heartkaji]

nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.

I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”

11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)

you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.

satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?

and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.

toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.

toruu : Pay attention, okay?

his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.

but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?

so you open your notebook & close it right back.

you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt

toruu : Send me the question.

and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:

toruu : Gorgeous girl.

toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.

you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.

toruu : Good. Now distribute.

toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.

toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.

your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.

satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.

II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !

time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )

“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”

“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”

you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.

“isn’t he tutoring right now?”

and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.

he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.

1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗

satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.

fuck.

“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”

it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.

“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”

and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—

princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day

princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍

gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.

toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.

toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.

toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?

back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.

“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)

“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”

“no.”

instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.

you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.

“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”

“he deserves it.”

satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.

III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.

time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building

there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.

gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.

nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”

“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”

gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,

“hi, toru!”

you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.

“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”

the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?

“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”

nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“

“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”

you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?

the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.

“toru, what does this button do?”

“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”

“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”

“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”

and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.

you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”

& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”

you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—

“alright, let’s go.”

nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”

satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”

the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.

“holy hades. what just happened?”

“may God protect them from my jealousy.”

“wallahi i need a bad bitch on my lap.”

“you can’t say that, man. it’s ramadan.”

# UNIKAISEN

princess meltdowns , end.

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TINA TINA PLEASE I NEED MORE WLW CONTENT WITH MINA 🙏🏾

beach party with gf!mina ashido 18+ MDNI!!!

“you can’t seriously be thinking about making a campfire, we’re already melting!” your wrist is starting to get sore, flicking the paper fan over your face for a fleeting breeze and the illusion of it cooling you down. “it’s for the vibes,” denki makes a weird wave with his hands, only to get chopped right in the nape of his neck by an unimpressed katsuki.

“if you do make a fire, denks, we’re cooking you on it,” mina chirps, matching pink paper fan in hand. you giggle when they make funny faces at each other, sticking their tongues out and going ”bleeeh”. you still can’t wrap your head around how pretty your girlfriend is, heart-shaped eyes locked on her as she throws her head back and laughs your hand idly floating mid-air.

“—oi, oi! ‘m talking to you!” you’re - rudely - interrupted in the middle of your daydream by katsuki. “what.” you ask deadpanned, visibly annoyed, mirroring the ever-present scowl on his face. “denki, kyouka and hanta are going to grab more beers, eijiro and i are gonna go pick up the pizzas. can we trust you not to sneak away to do…whatever, and actually make sure they don’t rob us?”

“oh my god, kats, you’re still mad about that ball?” mina groans. “it was a damn good ball!” katsuki barks.

“you sure do seem to know a lot about balls…” you don’t exactly whisper, grinning when his ears start to turn red— whether he’s flustered, furious, or a mix of both you’ll never know. “what-fucking-ever. we’re going.”

“byeeee,” mina wiggles her fingers as the rest of the group leaves, and you both watch them disappear in the distance. once they’re out your line of sight, she turns to look at you. and oh, you know that look.

“babe, we might actually make katsuki mad if we—”

“if we what?” she coos with faux innocence, big doe eyes looking into yours as she tilts her head. “i wasn’t thinking about it, you perv! i can’t even look at my girlfriend without her thinking i want to pounce her?”

all you do is raise a brow, and she breaks instantly. “ugh, okay, fine!” she huffs, folding her arms over her chest. you try not to let your gaze wander downwards, where her pretty tits sit to fucking perfectly, hugged by that leopard print bikini. the memory of your teeth around the strings tugging it off her chest just this morning before leaving are much more vivid now.

“hey, eyes up here,” you hear her tease, two fingers under your chin guiding you to look at her. “what? i can’t look at you without you thinking i want to pounce?” you parrot her words back at her, earning a giggle. “touché.”

but she doesn’t withdraw her fingers, watching you for one beat longer, before pressing a quick peck to your lips that leaves you smiling like an idiot. “you want a popsicle? i’m pretty sure they’re half melted by now but i think it’s worth it before they’re nothing but sugar water.”

“sure,” you nod, resuming fanning your face and chest. moving to a more secluded part of the beach right before the sunset was a great idea, a rocky corner with high trees and bushes, but with enough sand to lay down your towels. the perfect spot to share greasy pizza and drink cheap beer, you might’ve even gone for one last dip in the ocean before heading home.

but you don’t know if you’ll make it to tonight alive, because mina is currently on all fours, the shortest denim shorts known to man hugging her ass, and sitting low enough on her hips to show the strings of her bikini bottoms tied in cute little bows on each side. “what flavor do you want? there’s lemon and blueberry,” you hear her speak up.

“boot— i-i mean blueberry!” you shake yourself, immediately correcting your slip-up. “mhm, blueberry it is,” she hums. “but do let me know when they start making booty flavor.”

you playfully roll your eyes, lips curling up in a smile. just for the sake of getting a sweet revenge you lean over, biting the back of mina’s thigh just below the line of her asscheek, making her yelp. “ow, you asshole!” she waves her free hand behind her back, trying to smack you off. “sorry, baby, ‘m sorry…” you murmur as you stifle a laugh, kissing over the mark to soothe the sting.

when you lay back, mina sits on her haunches, holding out your popsicle before she shuts the cooler. you grab it from her hand, teeth ripping the plastic wrap before you take the wooden stick between your fingers. “ew, it’s already sticky,” you grimace, quickly putting the sugary ice between your lips and sucking the juice out with a loud slurp!

“yeah we gotta eat it quick and pray we don’t get brain freeze,” mina tears the wrapper with her hands instead, from the top, wrapping her lips around the popsicle and guiding the plastic down. once again you’re rapt, the moan that bubbles low in her throat at the refreshing taste sending a spark right between your legs.

and before you know it, sugary juice is dripping down the sides of your mouth, droplets falling right onto your chest, sliding down your fingers, your wrist. “shit!” you wine, catching the beading liquid at the bottom of the popsicle, angling the stick at an angle. mina laughs, the bunched plastic in her hand preventing her from making your same mistake. “you’re so cute when you’re clumsy,” she teases with a giggle.

when you’re finally done eating, you’re a mess. your skin is sticky with sweat and sugar, wrist covered in faint blue stains. mina, however, only had to lick her fingertips and she was all good. “awww, look at you…baby’s all messy,” she chirps playfully, reaching for your hand. “want me to clean you up?”

and you would be the most idiotic of idiots to say no to your girlfriend washed in golden sunlight, pretty face framed by pink strands of hair that fell from her ponytail and wrapping her lithe fingers around your wrist. you can only watch in awe as she brings it to her mouth and start giving kitten licks over the remnants of sugary juice.

she moves closer, your forearm now trapped between her perfect tits as she shifts her focus on your neck. “baby…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your sensitive, heated skin. “hm?” she purr against your throat. “i’m just cleaning you up, i’m not doing anything dirty…yet.”

you hiss when she lets her teeth graze your collarbone lightly, her other hand landing on your thigh for leverage, while the one that was holding your wrist guides your palm until it’s cupping her breast. you both moan at the same time. “mina, the others—”

“i’ll be quick, pinky promise,” she hums between soft mwahs over your chest. “can’t let them see what a mess you’ve made, right?”

then she’s kissing over the fabric of your bikini top, until her lips are closing around a perked nipple. you clamp your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan, your back oh so obediently arching into the stimulation. “b-babe…baby…” you whine, heat pooling between your legs and you know your lower bikini piece is ruined.

“mmhh…almost done,” she mumbles, before turning her attention to your other nipple. “play with me, baby…need you so bad.”

your lips are parted in labored breaths, shaky fingers kneading the soft plushness of her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nub. just as she’s about to unbutton her jeans shorts, a phone vibrates next to you. mina sighs, turning looking around until she catches the culprit, the name kyouka stamped in bold letters at the top.

“yeah?”

“you girls have all your clothes on?” you hear her crackly voice through the speaker. “unfortunately, yes. you just ruined the mood,” mina rolls her eyes.

“good!” she sarcastically rebuts. “because we’re back, just parked the car now. figured i’d check in and save you guys the embarrassment.”

“oh man, on the day i was thinking of filming it and sending it into the groupchat!?”

“not funny,” you and kyouka say simultaneously. mina sticks her tongue out at you. “you’re both so lame, the pizza better be goddamn good. see ya.”

after she ends the call you look at her. “seriously, sending our sextape in the groupchat? for free?” you shake your head, feigning disappointment. “i bet you my left asscheek denki would buy it even if we put it up for a million yen,” she shrugs.

you sigh. “yeah i guess he would…hey, did you hear that him and hanta allegedly filmed one?”

“WHAT!?”

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the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.

eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.

katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”

eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”

your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.

“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”

katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”

eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”

“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”

katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.

you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”

eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”

2026 ── 𝓦𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 @atelphobist 𝜗ৎ

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[t0jisbunny]

olderbf! toji fucks you to sleep ♡︎

mdni. themes; age gap, toji x female reader, slow sex, sleepy sex, spooning, cockwarming, creampie.

some nights you got so restless that it was unbearable. you lay there for hours on end, squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to drift off to sleep — seemingly having no luck.

even wrapped in your older boyfriend’s arms, it was impossible some nights. tonight being one of them.

toji’s firm chest was pressed against your back, one strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. he’d fallen asleep over an hour ago, leaving you wide awake and bored out of your mind.

unfortunately for toji, he was a light sleeper most of the time, constantly alert or on guard. so of course, he feels you squirm against him, sighing loudly as you somewhat give up on trying to sleep.

toji furrows his brows, opening one eye, easily woken up by your movements. “quit movin’," he grumbles, pulling his arm around you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“mm, can’t sleep," you respond, exhaling loudly again. toji drifts back to sleep easily, leaving you restless and bored once more.

you adjust your position, pushing your ass against him further. it was innocent enough at first, until you instinctively started grinding back against him, feeling his dick harden more and more with each movement.

toji’s eyes open again, a low groan escaping him as you continue to move your hips. “needy girl, need me t’ fuck you back to sleep? that what you want?"

his voice was deep and gravelly, slightly raspy from having just woken up — the sound only makes your cunt throb impatiently, desperate to be filled by toji’s thick cock.

"mngh, please—" you whine, feeling him begin to kiss the side of your neck lazily, hands making their way up your his oversized shirt. "yeah, i know, baby," he mumbles against your neck, squeezing your tits using two hands before trailing them lower, reaching your pussy.

you were already completely soaked.

something about the way his warm body pressed against you, hands exploring your body whilst he was half asleep, had you needier than ever.

he circles your clit lazily with two fingers, then plunges them into your cunt, curling them upwards so skilfully — so deliciously.

“fuck, don’t even need t’ warm you up. pretty cunts’ already drippin’ for me, huh?"

you nod feverishly, tilting your head back against his shoulder, giving him access to your throat as he withdraws his fingers, making you mewl from the loss of sensation.

"need it, please — now," you beg quietly, hearing him shimmy his sweatpants down, thick, throbbing cock slapping against your ass.

"shhh, s’okay. gonna give it to you," toji coos, lining his leaky tip up with your entrance.

without wasting a second, he pushes in, groaning sleepily into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. you gasp quietly, beginning to rock against him, fucking yourself on his dick.

he places one hand on your hip, the other making its way around to rub slow circles over your clit.

“stay still, doll. just relax f’me, let me do the work," he rasps, rolling his hips against you, effortlessly hitting all the right spots.

you moan breathily, shutting your eyes as he fucks you to sleep. “mph, toji— feels s’good," you moan, opening your legs slightly wider, granting him more access.

“that’s my good girl, squeezin’ me so tight," he purrs.

you rarely saw this side of him when it came to intimacy. slow, gentle — deep strokes that had your eyes rolling back.

it was heaven on earth.

his thrusts remained unhurried, though his fingers quickened their pace, circling your swollen bud. "m’so— aghnn— close," you moan, becoming more fatigued with each dizzying roll of his hips.

“cum f’me, baby. thereee we go."

with a few more deep thrusts, the tension within you snaps, you clench around his cock, whimpering his name and clenching the sheets below you.

“gonna fill you up, keep you— hah— nice n’ full all night," he groans, spilling his load into your warm cunt seconds after.

based on how quiet and boneless you were, he assumed you’d fallen asleep. he doesn’t pull out, leaving both his warm load and fat cock stuffed inside you until the morning.

he presses one last kiss to your neck, then passes out soon after, cock beginning to soften inside you.

A/N; i’m writing so much atm holy shit

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[franticallymajesticprincess]

Happy Juneteenth to us fellow black people 🥹🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 and also to the black women who always struggle to find a fanfiction x black reader 🥹

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if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

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[franticallymajesticprincess]

Happy Juneteenth to us fellow black people 🥹🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 and also to the black women who always struggle to find a fanfiction x black reader 🥹

[cinna-creme]

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a/n: toxic fwb - first smau extremely nervy

chars: k.bakugo, i. midoriya, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero, t. shigaraki, t. todoroki

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don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

[the-last-d-boy]

don’t!!! bury!!!! your!!!! interests!!! to!!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

[wind-at-your-back]

don’t!!! go!!! wasting!!! your!!! emotion!!! lay!!! all!!! your!!! love!!! on!!! me!!!

[urparty]

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure