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20 yr old.
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I write sweet content, fluff, headcanons, situations, agre regression (not ageplay), comfort and more!
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I handle topics like abuse (mental, emotional, physical, sexual), mental health and violence with extreme care, I do not romanticize and never blame the victims of these situations/crimes, as a victim myself I understand and just wish to portray real situations and the aftermaths of these in artworks that intend to show the way the mind works from my understanding.
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As I said, every topic regarding abuse and violence are handled from the view of fighting against it and the effects it has in mental health, never to fantasize in sexual ways or in a predatory way, so no comments about it being fetishist will be tolerated.
â€ïžâ soft drunk suki. . . katsuki is a big baby when heâs drunk!
thinking about katsuki who had a few drinks while out with kirishima and denki, drinking isnât something he usually does, katsuki hates when heâs out of his head, he needs to be in control of his senses, and when heâs not it seriously irks him.
but katsuki is also hot headed and stubborn, and heâs very easy to rage bait.. so when denki made some sideways remark about how katsuki couldnât handle his liquor.. well.. katsuki had to prove him wrong.
which he just barely did. as soon as he got out of the uber, he threw up inside the potted plant outside of your shared apartment. see, katsuki canât handle his liquor.. maybe if he had paced himself, but katsuki went in hard, drink after drink after drink.. and now heâs stumbling through the hallway into the shared bedroom, door slightly ajar as you wait for him.
âbaby.â he slurs, voice rough and unsteady, broad frame lingering in the doorway.
âsuki?â you ask, brows furrowed.
he stumbles in fully now, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed, a wobbly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his scar looks more prominent in the dim light, cheeks flushed red, eyes low and hazy.
âare you drunk?â you ask, trying to hold back your giggle, but it slips out anyway.
he scowls, grabbing one of the plush pillows from the bed and tossing it weakly at your head.
âshuddup,â he grumbles, words slightly slurred. âmâfine.â
you laugh, and heâs already crawling into bed, collapsing most of his body weight on top of you. his skin is unusually warm against yours, breath skittering over your neck as he speaks, the sharp tang of alcohol lingering on it.
âsânot drunkâhicâdenki said i couldnât handle shit, so iâŠâ he pauses, brows pinching together like heâs trying to remember his own point.
âproved him wrong.â
you raise a brow. âdid you?â
âyeah,â he mutters defensively, burying his face further into your shoulder. âdonât start.â
you hold his head up gently when he tries to melt bonelessly into the crook of your neck again, but your nails drag through his scalp, and he lets out something caught between a grumble and a whimper, eyelids fluttering embarrassingly fast.
he looks beautiful painted in the dim light, softer somehow, gentler under the warm glow. intoxicated katsuki is different than sober katsukiâless sharp around the edges, less guarded. sober katsuki is still soft in the center, it just takes more work to get there, more patience, more pushing past the bark to reach the bite he never really means. but drunk katsuki? drunk katsuki melts like a puddle in your arms.
âwhaddya lookinâ at,â he grumbles, words muffled and slightly sloshy, shifting under your hold like a cat pretending it hates attention while very obviously leaning into it.
you smile, eyes glinting with pure adoration. âjust how pretty you are.â
his cheeks turn beet red instantly, ears matching a second later. for a moment, a dopey smile pulls at his mouth before he catches himself, replacing it with a grumpy frown instead.
âquit beinâ weird,â he mutters, though thereâs no heat behind it. he hides his face in your neck, but you catch the way his brows soften, fondness written all over them.
he peppers you in kisses now, messy little things all over your face, heated pecks pressed sloppily against skin. the haze of alcohol lingers in every movement, clumsy but impossibly affectionate.
âtch. youâre prettier, stupid,â he mumbles against your cheek.
you grin. there he is.
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note: itâs been years since iâve wrote for katsuki on my blog.. it feels like it anyways i hope u guys enjoy.. from the queue
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đđ asking Choso to degrade you, but he just canât bring himself to be mean to his perfect, pretty girlfriend! tears ensue.
more like this
àłàż*:
Choso is sweet. Painfully so, in the way that melts your heart into a warm puddle of adoring goo every time he has sex with you. Heâll murmur quiet praises in your ear, accompanied by soft moans and whispers of reverence.
âYouâre so pretty.â
âTaking me so well, Iâm so so proud of you.â
And, his favourite, a simple âI love youâ as he fucks his cum back inside. With his tongue. Or his fingers, he isnât choosy.
But, sometimes, you just wish heâd be a little bit⊠meaner, maybe.
âCho, Iâve been thinking.â You say, unsure on how to broach the topic. âYouâre perfect the way you are, of course, and I donât want what Iâm about to say to make you feel like youâre doing something wrong-â
That gets his attention. Huge brown eyes locking onto your face, lip jutting out in concentration as you speak.
You sigh. âWhen we, um, have sexâŠâ he blushes, but keeps his eyes on you, ââŠdo you think you could⊠I donât know, be a little bit mean?â
âBut, babyâŠâ he pouts, âhow could I? Youâre so perfect I canât not be nice, and your eyes go all big and you feel so soft around me.â You roll your eyes in embarrassment, âbut⊠if itâs what you want, of course I will. Anything for you.â
And oh, do you perk up at that.
The change happens the next evening, with dinner forgotten on the table as Choso pliably bends you down into the mattress. Your back arches, face smushed into the pillows, and he clears his throat. Youâre expecting praise as usual, but instead-
âFuck, baby, look at you-â he pants, voice cracking, âso greedy for me, I can see you sucking me in.â
You smile blissfully. âYou- hck- you can be meaner, Cho, I can take it-â
Your voice is cut off by a sharp thrust from behind, Chosoâs pelvis smacking into your ass hard enough to leave a mark. He fills you ruthlessly, the whites of your eyes fluttering behind your eyelashes as he relentlessly ruins your cunt.
You're on the verge of something good, so, so good, and your moans come out in tangled, wrecked little huffs. Saliva smears across your lips and the pillow, cotton dampened under the damp lacquer of blissed-out drool seeping steadily from your parted lips. You're almost in disbelief- he's really doing it, your sweet, caring Choso is degrading you for all he's worth, and reaping the rewards.
"Fuck, fuck-" you wail, eyes screwed shut as another swathe of slick decorates the base of Choso's swollen cock. Oh, how you wish you could see- see the gloss spread across his pelvis, coo up at him, but your neck is immobilised.
Not just in pleasurable shock at his harshness, but you physically cannot move. Choso has taken it upon himself to weave one of his big hands through your messy hair and slam your face down into the cushion below, rendering you unable to do anything but lie there and take it like the dumb girl he keeps saying you are.
"You're so needy." He breathes, taking in the arch in your spine and the way your pussy clenches tighter around him. He hisses at the squeeze. "Fuck, you are needy, aren't you? All you can do is whatever I tell you, isn't it?"
"I- I-"
"Can't speak?" He moans from behind, palm still splayed hungrily across your hips. "Fuck, you really like this?"
"I'm gonna- fuck, Cho-"
âShut up.â He continues shakily, âshut up, you donât deserve to speak, do you? Just lie there like the slut you are-â
You moan. Never, never would you have dreamed to hear that little piece of degradation drip out of Choso Kamoâs beautiful mouth, and the surprise pushes you over.
âLook at you cumming all over my cock, too stupid to even hold it-â a whine tangles itself around his speech, then a sob-
A sob?
âIâm sorry, baby, Iâm so so sorry-â he bleats, wretchedly big tears working their way down his cheeks as he still manages to fuck you through your orgasm.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean it, I didnât mean any of it, youâre pretty and perfect-â he keeps going, reverting back to his default (and only, apparently) setting of doting praise, emptying himself out inside you until itâs splurging out onto the sheets.
You lie there and shake through it, back still arched under his big hands. You donât even realise he came until you hear the noise, a high-pitched whimper muffled against the sweaty skin of your nape while Choso plasters his toned front to your back.
âIâm sorryâŠâ he keeps whispering into your skin, âI tried, baby, I really tried, butâŠâ his lip quivers like an overgrown toddler and your heart aches through the onslaught of giggles youâre trying to hold back.
âChoso-â
âYou arenât a slut, you never could be, youâre the furthest thing from it-â
âCho-â
âAnd I didnât mean what I said about you being greedy, you can have me any time you want, if anything Iâm the greedy one and you should- should punish me for it-â
âChoso, I know you didnât mean it.â
He blinks at you. âYou do?â
âI asked you to be mean, Cho- and if you donât want to be, then thatâs fine.â You assure him, naked and gorgeous and all his.
He nods, hair flopping out from behind his ears. Then, he clears his throat. âBut, babyâŠâ
âYes?â
âCan you be mean to me next time?â
Is he fucking serious?
àłàż*:
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a/n: all credit for this idea goes to @f33bs because sheâs been asking me to write this for MONTHSSSS!! <33
Tenya Iida, that takes care of you after you're at the hospital.
This time, the dentist, quirks might have made many good changes in bodies generation by generation, but wisdom teeth seem to keep annoying everyone. And, this time, you.
It was quite a quick surgery, and Tenya took you back home carefully, making sure that the cotton doesn't fall and you're not biting it too hard.
Making soup, buying your meds, feeding you and changing the cotton every few hours.
A/N: I can't write more rn LMAO I just got our of surgery and I want Tenya to take care of me I live him am I'm in so much pain sigh
No way I make a post abt Pedro Pascal and the next day I find out he's friends (alleged relationship) with someone that works as a creative director in a group that directly finds idf and isr*el... Sigh.
âFirst season of LEVERAGE - so he's 21 years old - he shows me his watch designs. I'm expecting, y' know, celebrity strap branding or faces. No, it's engineering schematics of GEARS and shit. Pages of them. Even then, there were none so cool.â - John Rogers
