𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙎𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃—occasional writer and devoted, hypersharing selfshipper claims: ❛❛i apparently write drabbles, possibly fics, and all a humiliating shebang.❜❜
⇢wishing to keep my main account separated from this blog, you can call me rascal or rasc!
⇢she/they/jest/clown (experimenting)
⇢this user is 20 years old!!
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◤ this blog was conceived with the mere ◥
purpose of experimenting with my
writing!! if by any chance i decide to cross
◣ post, i will let it be known here straight up! ◢
⑴。BYI
for the most part, this is going to be a selfship/x reader related ramble blog. requests are deeply appreciated, as they allow me to experiment with multiple writing styles and characterizations! i love characterizations charlie,,,
my writing catalogue is pretty restricted,, it might change in the future!! i write fluff for the most part and i'm willing to experiment with nsft themes—angst and other genres will be evaluated before accepting the given request. see DNI section for an instance of what i WON'T write.
REQUESTS/ASKS ARE OPEN, SFT AND NSFT! for now, former wise, only imagines—the moment i expand my fandom list, I'll make sure you can check it before you can request anything aligning to it.
obviously, cherry on top, english isn't my first language. be wary of this, and i apologize in advance.
⑵。DNI
basic criteria shoo away. pro/com/darkshippers, paraphiles of any kind are not welcome in my profile in any shape or form.
⇢i hope i get to write as much as i can. i've been writing oneshots and all since 2019, yet it's been a come and go of inspiration, mostly, for me. in all sincerity, writing isn't even my biggest passion, so you can probably understand why i would publish once in a full moon.
yet, i wanted to try it out again. i want to be able to do more things, wanted to "spice things up" in a sense, by doing what i was initially cringed by. so i hope you all enjoy my crumbs here. love you all.♡ —rascal
imagine you and your f/o(s) in the comfort of your shared bed, lying down at the end of the day. hands reach for one another as you try to get closer—a way to unwind and relax before you need to get up the following morning.
you move to cup their cheeks and press slow, gentle kisses all over their face, and they reciprocate your tenderness by letting their fingers rest just below your back, thumbs massaging the skin there. you gaze into each other's eyes, your breaths mingle and synchronize. as you share your goodnight kiss and cuddle together, the warmth of your pressed bodies seeping in, you think there's no other place you'd rather be.
you. points at you. yes, you, over there! i need you to imagine you and your f/o(s) out for a night stroll together! i need you to imagine them holding your hand tightly while you walk and the late evening breeze caresses your faces. you're wholly at the center of their attention—the come and go of chitchats and people passing by is not important.
they turn around, on occasion, and just can't help but get lost in your smile. it lures them helplessly to you, and before you know it, they pull you in for a secretive peck that holds all the love they can't put into words!
SOURCE: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia || BFI: minors shoo away. Shoo, shoo. This thing isn't for you. || INCLUDES: fingering, oral fixation, blowjob, office sex if you squint. +gender neutral!reader || WORD COUNT: 281+320
A/N: he deserves all the love he can get and I feel like he's wayyy too underrated. I'm giving my contribution, my crumbs, to the Skeptic lovers community with this ramble. Also this is my very first 18+ written work ever, I tried to do the best I could, no beta, and if it sucks, I edit it and I die./ref/silly Enjoy.
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It's possible you had a problem, you thought. You've seen him at work countless times, you shouldn't have had any doubt lingering in your head by now, not a single trace of confusion—and yet, there you were, your gaze lingering fascinated on his fingers. Alas, they were all but unfamiliar. You've seen them everywhere after all, quick and precise in every field.
And even if it was a common sight among his employees, the few who managed to see him in person, you alone had the privilege to know there was more behind Tomoyasu's quick typing across the keyboard of his laptop. He knew how to use them wisely in all kinds of ways, that was for certain. He knew well enough how to let them graze your skin slowly, teasingly, short of ignoring your most sensitive areas, all while grinning on top of you—but how could you see that, with your eyes rolling back?
Those digits of his were as quick in pushing down each key as in finishing you to completion, his middle and ring finger pressing against your inner spots with your whimpers and mewls only an addition to the constant, squelching sound in the background; same goes for when they were in your mouth instead, pushing further the more you sucked and your tongue wetted the skin all over—
—yet the best has yet to come. You couldn't possibly get just his fingers in your grasp, could you? Luckily for you, you're proven wrong the moment his palm cradles the back of your head, forcing your face against his groin while you swallow helplessly around his weeping cock, eliciting a strangled groan out of him.
❝He keeps typing, you can hear it. That is the only thing you can do, clearly, your sight is already incapacitated, your eyes forced close—you're trying your best not to gag, your throat muscles constricting around his length the only motion capable of easing down the urge. You were bobbing your head the way he clearly instructed you to—slow, as not to distract him from his work—and yet, he had the audacity to push himself down your throat. For a moment, you were curious to know whether you should've sped up or not, yet your query is immediately interrupted by Tomoyasu's cuss.
“Shit…” You hear him hiss, and the moment you feel his grip on your scalp loose a bit, you move away and take a peek from beneath the desk. He's clearly a mess: his hair looks a bit more unkept than earlier, and he's clearly hunched over the wooden surface. More than a mess, he looks desperate, and by the way his uncovered eye stares at you eagerly, you figure he's desperate for more.
“Why'd you stop?” He queries, and you wish you could respond, yet your mouth is unable to let you—he moves quickly, fingers tangling in your hair as he soon pushes you back against his crotch. You're once again forced to swallow around his twitching dick, all while he hurriedly bucks his hips against your face. You can tell he's close by the familiar, salty taste of his precum hitting your tongue as he thrusts into you.
“Just because-- fffuck-- just because I loose my grip for a second, it doesn't mean that you're done,” he claims, his other hand now busy holding onto the desk. Whatever he was typing down is not important anymore.
“You feel way too good…please, fuck…” and before you know it, with a series of whimpers from above you, his release oozes down your throat.❞
…but imagine a day on the beach with your f/o(s)! either relaxing, sunbathing with the relentless sound of the waves making for a relaxing background noise which lulls you to sleep—
—or playing around in the water! would you splash some water on them as they try their best to scoot away from the cold feeling? would they return the favor and wet you even worse? would they dive straight in the sea, or would they relax on an inflatable bed? would they make sand castles on the seashore, or would they bring water guns to the fun? oh, the possibilities!
