#quick write

[xiowritingthoughts]

Thinking of...

my friend sent me this tiktok and it was a drawing of choso and he was submissive. I also have no writings of this fine ass man so here y'all go :p

"M'baby" He moaned.

Your ass bounced up and down on top of him. His nails digging into your skin. He looked desperate. Like he needed this.

"Use me baby. I'm yours."

"Really baby?" You said cocky. "You sure you're all mines?"

"Yes mamas." He let out a loud moan. "M'fuckkk. Your pussy feels sooo good baby."

"It do? Tell me how good I feel fucking what's mine."

He whimpered. "B-baby, you feel so... warm &... tight. Shit. My head feels blank baby." His breath heavy.

You couldn't keep up this dominant act anymore. His dick was hitting against your cervix too good. You couldn't keep it up. You can feel him twitching inside of you.

"Make me cum baby." You looked him directly in the eye. He looks like he's been sweating bullets and at his own limit.

"Please Cho'?"

He hucked his hips, deep his nails deeper in your skin, drawing you closer to him. He started drilling inside of you, hitting your g-spot harder and better than from before. You let out a loud moan.

"Imma give you what you want ok mama?"

You whimper and nod.

His dick still hitting you hard, you sway your hips back and forth just like before.

"Mm'baby." He whispered. "I'm so lucky I get to fuck you Y/N. You're so pretty." He places his hand on your face, tracing his fingers around your mouth. "And this pussy is just, m'fuck. Perfect." He whispered. "I think I'm finna cum baby."

"If you beg for it, I'll let you." You whispered in his ear.

He groaned, his pace all sloppy and all over the place. He wrapped his hands around your waistline and pushed you up and down on his dick.

"Mmm'fuck! Fuck me baby." He moaned. His hands groping your ass. You couldn't say anything anymore. You were all his in this moment. You placed your hand on the headboard, all outta of breath.

"You look so pretty in this position." His eyes locking on yours.

You grabbed his hand and place it on one of your breasts. He immediately went to work, feeling and grabbing it. Playing with your nipples. Stimulating your high even more.

"M'baby. Cho' you're gonna make me cum all over you."

"I want that badly baby."

"Beg for it." You looked down at him, his hand still rubbing your nipple.

"Please baby? I'll be a good boy and listen to you mama."

He sounds so whiny. You love it. Feeding off of it.

"Beg harder."

He whimpered and moaned, squirming around under you.

"Baby, please. I just want to make you feel good. Make you feel like how I feel everytime I'm around you. M'fuck. I just want you to ruin me. Use me like the slut I am for you. And only for you baby. I'm all yours to use."

His words brought you to cloud 9 million.

"Can I make you cum baby?"

His breath tickling your ear, placing soft kisses right under your ear.

You nodded as you dragged your nails across your back. All you can do is moan and whimper under him as your body shake a little. Your eyes rolling back, brain all foggy. Your orgasm crashing down against his words. Fuck you love his submissive ass.

"Can you make me cum now mommy?"

[cherry-pop-elf]

Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

[sanddollarpoems]

I pull myself together

Trying to tuck in

The frayed edges

And loose strings

I pull myself up

Trying to look composed

Trying to breath slowly

While slowly losing it

I pull myself along

Trying to keep going

Trying not to fall

Through the cracks in the walls

[jointwarrior]

your husband bobby who loves to rut against you like a pup. when he arrives home with all that pent up stress he runs to you. whining your name like a puppy while your hands are too occupied making pastries. telling him “i’ll be just a minute bobby” but the poor thing can’t wait. those thick fingers of his already sliding up your dress and apron. grinding his hips against your ass to release some pressure. “please, love, you can bake later” bobby whines, his heavy cock already twitching with need and forming a stain on his boxers. trying to spread your legs to feel the little pink panties you wore, but to no avail.. you were firm on making these muffins. bobby doesn’t care if your hands are occupied and full of powder. It doesn’t mean your ass isn’t available. ignoring his whines and groans as he ruts against you… creating a damp spot right on the crack of your ass. pre-cum already dripping down his tip and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

[snburntandsad]

Bakugo Katsuki x american reader

No TWs on this one, just silly fun

(Not edited seriously, so sorry about spelling, etc)

You moved to japan about halfway through middle school, therefore, you’re Japanese is generally pretty good. Youre fluent enough that the only thing that gives away your nationality is how you look, though in the world so populated by quirks, it can be written off on a surface level. All of this to say, people wouldnt peg you for a foreigner from first glance.

You like your class, midoriya’s nice, if not a little overwhelming, and most students act like normal kids despite the constant life or death situations and UA’s less than ideal child labor policies.

Mina has blackmailed you into game night, and if you want your notes app confessions to stay private than youve gotta go. It was a worthy exchange. Apparently, something similar happened to a cirtan Bakugo Katsuki, because he was there too, clad in all might pajamas and looking a little like he wanted to die. You watched sleepily as he demolished izuku in sorry. He was less than apologetic.

You had been spacing out, mostly focusing on keeping your eyes open. Usually youd be okay with sleeping around the others, even if that level of vulnerability made you nervous, but mineta was here, and you didnt want to have to recrute anyone to babysit him.

You knew what the word everyone was discribing in head up, but it wouldnt come to you in Japanese. Floundering, you made hand motions, how does one even sign plane? You hadnt even registered that you slipped into speaking engish until a gruff voice cut you off.

“Dont be stupid. its obviously plane.” Your joy at being rescued from this gramarical nightmare was quickly squashed by the timer going off and realizing bakugo was doing that thing you hated. he always deflected anything that could be perceived as assistance into an insult. He was genuinely a good person, but that fact seemed to leave him uncomfortable.

“Wow, so polite.” You grumbled, followed by a reluctant thank you. You actually really liked the kid. he was determined, objectively gorgeous, eerily emotionally intelligent, and overall someone you liked to be around. Well, youd like him more if he wasnt an asshole all of the time.

As th two of you bickered, the rest of the class aside from Todoroki and Momo watched helplessly. He seemed satisfied with your annoyance, and you were satisfied with the eye twitch he couldnt hide.

“Dude- what the fuck are they saying?” Denki wasnt the smartest person in the world, but here, his confusion was warranted.

It only occurred to you why he was asking when you opened your mouth to shoot one (very clever) last retort to bakugo.

You had slipped into english without even realizing it. damn, you really were tired. Curse Mina and her insistence about “classroom bonding”. It took you a second to mentally swap back into Japanese, but one thing nagged at your brain. you had been talking to bakugo, and you hadnt had to translate anything in your head when he was speaking. He hadnt even commented on your language swap. It finally clicked.

“You’re english is amazing-!” The words were out before you could stop them, luckily in japanese this time. Small wins.

“Yeah i know” the asshole said in response, you were about to start up again, but the room suddenly erupted. Mina was harassing the poor boy about hiding everything from her, and denki was trying to sweet talk his way into homework help. It wasn’t working. Bakugos immediate discomfort shifted to agitation as it always did, threatening manslaughter to everyone under five feet from him.

You glanced at izuku, who sighed tiredly, this didn’t seem to surprise him. That was to be expected you supposed with how.. observant he was.

You felt a little bad about snapping at the blond, it was a clear sign that he went the extra mile to take care of you. Or he just wanted to show off. Even though it was glaringly obvious which of the two it was, you bought into the former. The least you could do was to give him a little grace while he was being hounded by his friends.

This started happening more often, when you were tired, you would slip back into english in the middle of speaking, and bakugo or momo would have to translate. There was a plus to this though, you started teaching bakugo swear words in exchange for help studying. He didnt seem to mind.

I hc that Mitsuki made him learn the basics when he was younger and it just stuck

[yutxsgf]

Pairing(s) : 𖹭 Boyfriend!Izuku Midoriya x Reader 𖹭

Content : 𖹭 Slightly aged up characters 𖹭 Both reader and Izuku are eighteen 𖹭 Light smut 𖹭 Lots of fluff 𖹭 Matured Izuku 𖹭 Izuku is slightly bipolar? 𖹭

Boyfriend!Izuku never forgets a single day of importance. Realistically speaking, he sets the daily standard. Constantly repeating the upcoming holidays of known relevance that require him to either present you with a gift or at least a few sentences of appreciation beforehand. Just so that he wouldn't wipe the reminder clear from his brain.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who carries around a mini notepad, is filled with things he's learned about you over the amount of time you've been together. Everything neatly jotted down in his signature handwriting with the occasional kaomoji or smiley face.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who adores cuddling up close to you during movie nights in his mom's apartment. His arms wrapped snuggly around your lower waist, hovering above your hip with you settled into his lap.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who has a playlist full of songs that remind him of you, playing it whenever he misses his partner.

Boyfriend!Izuku is all pleasant murmurs of how astonishing you are and soft nuzzles into your neck — until you squirm a little too much in his lap and now his entire demeanor is forced into a shift far too quickly that almost gives you whiplash almost everytime.

Boyfriend!Izuku uses you during your little movie night. Soft huffs and the occasional whimper escaping the greenette as he grinds himself up into your behind. Cursing you — obviously censored. He'd never curse willingly, especially in his mama's apartment — for being so perfect. Too perfect.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who profusely apologizes after he blew one in his boxers. Abruptly pulling away to cleanse himself, only to come back with more apologies. All to do it against some other day, though not anytime soon, of course.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who vows, he'll be the one to be waiting for you at the alter. And the thought dizzies himself.

> He loves you so much <

Flower type : 𖹭 Love me nots | Drabble 𖹭

[brwneyed]

passion

since you’ve been able to remember, you’ve felt things intensely. when you were happy, it felt as though you were at the top of the world, nothing or no one could bring you down. you were carried by love. it was what you believed in. when you had that special someone in the back of your mind, living in it rent-free, you felt safe. you had someone to come back to at any point during the day, someone to think about when you woke up and right before you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep, hoping that even in your dreams, he'd star the main role.

starry-eyed, heart skipping a beat or two, your body couldn’t hide its excitement when you thought about him. you remembered all his favorites, making a mental note every time he mentioned anything he liked. it was hard not to. the way his eyes lit up, the way his lips curled into a gorgeous, wide smile. his happiness was yours. his favorite songs? you knew all the lyrics. favorite movie? you watched it at least three times.

you took the time to get to know him. you noticed the small things, like the way he spoke, or how he gestured with his hands when describing a topic he was passionate about. whatever that subject was, it flooded your internet searches as you grasped for new ways to have more in common with him. you studied his writing to you — what words he’d abbreviate, and which he didn’t. did he draw attention to his grammar? did he repeat himself?

you hung onto every little conversation, every little look he threw your way. those interactions energized you, they made your heart pound a little harder. without him, jokes wouldn’t be as funny, and the sun wouldn’t shine nearly as bright.

you were passionate, passionate about him, and him only.

[isthatmyjacket-rhiyo]

The first time Wanda touched the scar on Natasha's stomach, it was by accident. And she noticed how Natasha stiffened and seemed to shrink, as if she wanted to hide. She didn't know the history of that scar until then.

Of any of her scars, to tell the truth. That would come with time. With long nights lying under the sheets, with the lights off and only the moonlight coming through the window and casting some light into the room.

The second time she touched that same scar, it was with a devotion and a love that she didn't think she would ever be able to show.

Wanda stared into Natasha's eyes as she slowly lowered her lips, until she touched her skin. Until she kissed that scar. "I love every part of you. You're perfect just the way you are. And I don't need anything else, anyone else but you."