Welcome to my corner of the Internet, I really wanna use my free time to indulge myself in my own interests. When I'm not crafting worlds with words, I'm sleeping and on my college grind :(
┊⋆ Asha ⋆┊ she/her ┊⋆ 17 ⋆┊ bi ┊
♡ ~ Requests: OPEN, or we can js talk bby <3
♡ ~ Writing for: Mha, Bsd and possibly maybe jjk and danganronpa (I can't promise tho, i mostly js write for whatever I'm interested in at the time) but If there is any other fandoms you're interested in don't hesitate to ask! (Spop, arcane, haikyuu, hb/hh etc..)
♡ ~ I write SFW and NSFW
♡ ~ Masterlist - here!
I'm probably gna start off small and sweet with some SMAU while I'm busy with college.
Queen I love your works please dont get kidnapped and launched onto planet k2-18b you're so talented and make me giggle even though im seriously going through it rn 😣🤞🏽🥀❤️🩹🍓🎀
AHHH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAHHHH
Thank you so much twin🤞 I'll try my best not to get kidnapped, frl 😔
I'm glad I could make you have a laugh even while in the trenches (relatable🥀) but don't give up gang there's a femboy out there somewhere waiting to be trained 🙏🙏🙏
so the freakbob in me NEEDS a nsfw motorbiker katsuki 😛
The freak in me sees the freak in you and on my soul Biker!Katsuki would have me weak asf so naturally I must deliver ;) M.LIST
Motorcylist!Katsuki
Warnings:- nsfw content (degradation, overtimulation, praise, humiliation, public sex) and language
Requested?:- yes ma'am
A/n:- I didn't have time to read over this so I apologise in advance for any mistakes I'm battling that college hustle so again I apologise for the inconsistent uploads but hopefully I'll be slowly getting back into the gist of things again so totally feel free to send in more requests my lovelies <3
- Right off the bat, the ride turns him on. The way your hands snake around his waist, the way you cling to him closely, how you push up against him when the road gets rough or how your thighs squeeze his hips. He's immediately feral at every slight movement because every bump on the road has you grinding on him from behind.
- Dirty talk left right and centreeeee he has no chill and no shame. At every traffic light? "You're dripping aern't you? Bet you want me to gun it just so you can feel the vibrations on your needy ass" ...and I meannnn fuck yeah you do.
- Quickies on the highway. In fact, everywhere possible, I'm talking alleyways and abandoned parking lots. He'll yank your helmet off just to kiss you breathless and then shove you up against the nearest wall.
Talking of... just picture...
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The alley is dim, stinking of gasoline and the odd smoke fumes, the only real source of light emitting from the headlights of Katsuki's motorbike and a shady flickering streetlight somewhere in the near distance. Katsuki doesn't waste any time; Smirking, he spins you around and bends you straight over the bike, chest cool against the leather seat.
"Spread those fucking legs" he snaps, shoving his boot between your ankles until you're wide open. His gloved hand rests on the small of your back pinning you down while the other plays with the lining of your panties, he tugs them up cruely. "Look at you, can't even keep still huh? You've been squirming since the ride weren't you? Just a little slut waiting to be filled up"
You whimper pushing your hips back desperate for even the slightest bit of friction. "Katsuki– please, need you..."
His laugh is sharp, mean, and condescending. "Already begging? Don't worry, I'll give you what you want but you're gunna take it how I give it to you."
He hooks two fingers into the side of your panties and yanks them to the side, exposing you completely to the night air. The rough sound of his zipper being pulled down makes your body jolt in anticipation. Then his cock is there, hot and heavy, deliberately dragging slowly down your folds. He grinds the tip against your clit then drags it down barely pushing against your entrance before pulling back.
You're gasping, clutching at the bike seat. "Katsuki! Please fuck– oh please fuck me I'll be so good i swear"
He presses in only an inch, groaning at the tightness, then pulls away again. "Beg a little harder. You wanna be filled up that bad? Then say it."
Your voice cracks, needy and whiney into mindless babble. "Yes, yes, yes kats.. I just wanna be used! Fill me up pleasepleaseplease"
Just like that he leans over in your ear, breath hot and heavy as he speaks "Atta girl" with that he slams into you with one brutal stroke, his cock splitting you open and burying deep.
The leather squeaks beneath you as he pounds into you with relentless rhythm. The bike rocks under you with each thrust, the smell of hot metal and sweat taking over your senses as Katsuki reaches to cover your mouth.
"You want someone to hear you getting pathetically railed out in the open? Yeah? You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Tears prick your eyes as you nod against his palm, body shaking. Every drag of his cock leaves you dizzy, aching and yearning for more.
"Thats it, atta girl...taking me so fucking well" He groans pounding harder, chasing the way you squeeze around him. "Made to take my cock hm? Gunna fuck you stupid right here, fill you so full you'll be dripping down your thighs before we even get back"
Your nonsensical babble is now muffled and incoherent under his hand, only broken pleas and praises spilling out. He presses in deep against your cervix, "Say it. Tell me what you are"
You barley manage to choke it out, voice completely worn out from restless whimpers "yours– your cum slut–"
His grip on your hips only tighten, bruising almost as you're met with insatiable praise "Fuck yeah that's my girl, m'gunna pump you so full pretty girl"
And when your body finally gives out, he's right there pressed up against you over the bike with one slick satisfied grin.
i’ve been sick af, fever-brain level unwell, and i had this dream that lowkey felt like i was half awake / half in some weird liminal space.
i was talking to (or being talked to) by two gods, one in the light, one in the dark. not scary, just… peaceful? comforting?
one might’ve been hermes, i’m not sure.
but they were saying things like “your way of praying is valid” and “what you do is enough.”
i kept shifting between the two depending on how i moved in my sleep.
anyway. i’ve been looking into hellenism recently so i KNOW it could just be delusional fever-brain fantasy, as I'm not currently very religious and not converted into hellenism (yet?) but also… if the gods are real… what if that was Them??
hellenists of tumblr, have you ever had a dream that felt like this? do you think dreams can be messages, or am i just losing my mind indefinitely?
A/n:- This is vaguely based on a conversation I had with one of my ex situationships, so I apologise if it's a little ooc!!
Warnings:- Implied fem reader, mentions of drinking, fwb type of dynamic, maybe the banter [???] And swearing.
Synopsis:- It's late—too late for coherent thoughts, but that doesn't stop Kaminari in his drunken haze at this ungodly hour, cycling between "I miss you," "I love you," and completely unhinged topics—you can barely keep up with him, not to mention without fail. every few messages, he circles back: "Wait, did I say I love you? ‘Cause I do." You’re left debating whether to reply, let him sleep it off, or save the chaos for future blackmail.
Synopsis:- Waking up hungover is bad enough, but waking up to Denki Kaminari sitting on your floor, smirking like he holds all your deepest humiliations in the palm of his hand? That’s a new level of suffering. After a night of questionable decisions—including, apparently, declaring war on the moon and forming an emotional bond with a random cat—you’re left to piece together the chaos. But Denki? He’s having the time of his life reminding you of every cringe-worthy moment. And if his shameless flirting is anything to go by, he might just enjoy seeing you flustered a little too much.
You groaned as you curled up on your couch, a blanket wrapped around you like a burrito of regret. Your head throbbed, your mouth tasted like a crime scene, and worst of all—your anxiety was kicking your ass.
Your phone was facedown on the coffee table, taunting you with the terrible possibility that you'd sent some really dumb messages last night.
"Kill me," you muttered into your blanket.
You cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it. There, sitting cross-legged on your floor, was Denki Kaminari, grinning like he was the human embodiment of your suffering and, apparently, your gaurdian angel. His messy blond hair stuck out in every direction, and he had the audacity to look well-rested.
"Why are you here?" you croaked, voice hoarse.
Denki gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? I saved your life last night!"
You frowned, trying to piece together the night before. Flashes of loud music, flashing lights, and—oh. Shots. Way too many shots.
"Saved my life?" you echoed, pressing a palm to your forehead.
"Yeah!" Denki scooted closer, resting his chin in his hands. "You called me at, like, two in the morning, completely wasted, talking about how you were gonna fight the moon because it was looking 'really judgemental'
You groaned. "Oh my god."
You peered at him through squinted eyes. "And you're still here because…?"
He smirked. "Moral support. Also, you kept clinging to me like a lost baby koala last night, so I figured you'd want a familiar face when you woke up."
Your face burned. "I did not."
"You totally did," he said, pulling out his phone. "Wanna see the pictures?"
"Absolutely not." You buried your face in your pillow.
Denki chuckled, tossing his phone onto your table. "Relax, I deleted the bad ones. You actually looked kinda cute."
You peeked at him, eyes narrowed. "Are you flirting with me right now?"
"Maybe." He leaned in slightly, golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Is it working?"
You were too hungover to process this properly. Instead, you just groaned and rolled over. "Shut up"
Denki smirked. "You also sent me a voice note of you sobbing because you ‘accidentally made eye contact with a cat and felt too emotionally connected to leave.’"
You buried your face in your hands. "Kill me. I can’t live like this."
Denki burst into laughter, nudging you with his shoulder. "Nah, I think I'll keep you around. You're too fun when you're a mess."
You shot him a half-hearted glare. "You're supposed to be comforting me."
"Fine, fine." He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. "For what it's worth, I think you're adorable when you're a drunk existentialist."
