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prinvil · a month ago
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cw: 18+, school au!, izuku plays football, possessive deku, fingering, semi-public sex. fem reader (referred to as girl). 
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just imagine, izuku waiting for you at your locker after school. he’s patient, yeah, but you're so late. it’s not even ‘made-a-bathroom-run’ late, just plain—late. and then he looks over and sees you walking down the hallway, flanked by his teammates, kacchan and ejirou, even denki, laughing and poking fun at you. they’re making you smile and giggle and something rises in his veins and he hates it. hates the thing you made him feel, because its not the normal adoration or affection. it ugly and it chokes him and he hates feeling this way.
so when he pulls you behind the bleachers at the football field you normally walk him too for his practice, it’s not for desperate touches and sloppily slotted lips. it’s because he has to remind you of your place him his life; being his girl.
“hey, hey look at me,” he whispers, knuckle deep in you and holding said fingers still until your eyes connect with his. he probably looks at you so blankly while you're begging for him to stop teasing you. it’s embarrassing he’s sure, you're usually so assured of your emotions and he’s making them go all over the place. he almost drags his hand away when you tilt your hips and drag your clit along the dry spot on his palm, the only one left but he let’s you have that for once. “who’s are you?” he finishes, looking over your shivering form.
he kinda lives for the desperate look you have as your hands scramble back to his forearm, how you roll to your tiptoes and try to bounce yourself slightly. how you fist at his shirt collar and beg between breaths, “i'm—i'm,” as another moan cuts through the already shaky tones of your voice, he shakes his head, not accepting your answer. 
“’i'm, i'm’—you’re what baby?” he asks again, curling his fingers right into that pappy spot that he knows makes your knees weak. he's always there to catch you though, winding an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his eyebrows raise as you gasp and clutch at him, and he wants to copy you, let you see exactly what he sees, but he doesn’t. “what are you?” he asks one last time, dragging his fingers apart and relishing in the way your face pulls at the stretch, how tightly his fingers are pressed along your dripping softness. still stagnant, waiting for your move, and he’s oh so patient. 
“’m yours! ‘m izuku’s girl!” you can wail, and he smiles at the final confession of sorts, one that turns sharp when he hears the gasps from his teammates as they tried to peep around the corner sneakily. 
“yeah, you are,” he sums up, pumping his fingers deeply in you, kissing at your slack face as he pulls the orgasm from your body. “my girl. only mine and always mine. cum for izuku baby, good girrrlll,” he draws out. he loves the way you’re panting, nearly sobbing his name still, and he decides you deserve so much more from him, being his girl and all. “...you got one more? one more for your ‘zuku?”
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nepal-stock-exchange · 4 months ago
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daddyjackfrost · 7 months ago
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hi sorry just thinking about jason waiting for janet for YEARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS to give her a necklace he made because he lost it (it was in his other pocket this idiot) and during those years he actually found self peace and lived the life he started the show with
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crushed-crucifixes · 2 months ago
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Man is not black and white.
Morality is not black.
Why,,,,, why are catholics so allergic to nuance? Or when it suits them to be that way, at least. Either way, you don't just do good things and feel good or do bad things and feel bad, that's not how it works. You could be doing something good like giving up smoking or something you "don't deserve" and still feel like a horrible person because you want to do what you just turned away from and you want what you don't think you deserve.
On the other hand, you could feel incredible doing something shitty because people can be petty and mean and it's fun sometimes to just wreck shit!
And fuck....... humans are the only creatures that can love? Really??
I mean, sorry your mom never let you get a pet but you're fifty fucking years old, it's time to learn that you aren't god's special little boy actually. I'm not trying to be a cynic by saying this, emotions are definitely important but ksdjhfghjkl bestie, they're brain chemicals. Animals have the brains and a lot of the same brain chemicals. Some of these bitches mate for life!! They can definitely feel something.
Also also, man is the only social creature is fucking fake lmao this bitch is acting like he's never seen a pride of lions or a herd of sheep or a fucking school of fish-
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doyoungs-whisker · 7 months ago
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☺︎︎ 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ☺︎︎
𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖- you’re lucky i love you
𝕎𝕙𝕠- Huang Renjun
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥- none
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖- light angst?? fluff?? explicit smut. dwdw this isnt sad.
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤)- none
ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣- Male reader
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥- n/a
a/n~ im prob gonna begin to write more short stories to get back into the habit of writing again tgvrfeds so dont be like “oh why is this bitch writing other stories that arent my request?” hbgf sorry, school is getting hard and im failing ;3; so i havent been able to write much. (so my wifi was being a bitch and i couldnt choose a gif. so my only option was to look through tumblrs gifs. also renjun. looks. amazing. with. his. hair. like. that. oh god i almost had a break down.) my sister did my nails, i dont have long nails. like they dont even go longer than my finger so im not used to long nails so there might be more mistakes then usual hgvfytn
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You straightened your shirt. Well tried to. You looked in the mirror but couldnt care less of how you looked at this point. You were going out with your friends and they couldnt care less if you arrived in a chicken suit. You studied yourself but just shrugged. You walked out, slipped your jacket on, and grabbed the keys.
“Where are you going? Its friday”
You groaned and rolled your eyes.
“Exactly. Friday is friend day. Im going out with them, ill be back in a couple of hours, ok? By-”
He grabbed your arm and and buried his head into your shoulder. You slumped your shoulders. Renjun wasnt the type to give skinship but when he wanted something he would cling onto you. You thought that tonight would finally be an escape from Moonmin and kdramas.
“Renjun, please let go. I dont want to be late.”
“No. you’re staying here and thats final.”
He dropped down and your cheeks flushed.
“Renjun we are not doing this right now-”
“Doing what?”
You looked down at him. He hugged your legs with a smirk. He placed his cheek on your inner thigh. You pursed your lips. His stretched his lips wider.
“Ill ask again, y/n. Doing what?”
“Im going with my friends. Im not staying home, this is the first time in a while that ive gotten a break.”
“A break?”
“Yes a break, im tired and i wanna have some fun.”
You looked down at him again but this time instead of a smile he had a frown. He got up.
“Youre tired of me?”
Your sighed and shook your head.
“No, its just been a while since ive hung out with them. School, work, its been hard, you know?”
“Mhm”
You pursed you lips. You reach you hand to hold his, but he backed up.
“Injun. . .”
“You’ll be back its fine”
With that he turned around and headed towards your shared room he closed the door and locked it. You felt bad leaving him in such a state. You whipped your phone out and texted your friend.
(sorry if the texting style or whatever looks weird. i was just trying to get the shit down)
me: hey
me: idk if im gonna make it
bitch 🙄💔: wait
bitch 🙄💔: why
bitch 🙄💔: cmon
me: renjun is in a mood
me: I dont wanna leave him crying
bitch 🙄💔: crying?
bitch 🙄💔: woah. ur a bad bf lol
me: am not if im ditching my friends to stay w him
bitch 🙄💔: ;-;
bitch 🙄💔: fine
bitch 🙄💔: but just this once
bitch 🙄💔: daddys issues ig 🙄🙄
me: daddy issues-
bitch 🙄💔: yea
bitch 🙄💔: youre having daddy problems
bitch 🙄💔: unless
me: unless what-
bitch 🙄💔: unless
bitch 🙄💔: ur the daddy
bitch 🙄💔: omg
bitch 🙄💔: but ur a bottom
bitch 🙄💔: no im losing $20 to (insert another friends name)
me: i-
me: mfs
bitch 🙄💔: wait
bitch 🙄💔: i need to know
bitch 🙄💔: i thought you were a bottom so i used up the money for chips last night
bitch 🙄💔: no you left
bitch 🙄💔: answerrrrr 😭😭😭😭
you settled your phone on the counter, after not hearing anything. You slowly walked towards the room.
“Renjun? Are you in there?”
That what a stupid question. Ofc he is, i saw him walk in. No response.
“Renjun?”
“No im not. Leave.”
you gently knocked on the door.
“please left me in. i want to talk.”
“Go with you friends.”
“i already texted them. Im not going.”
“Just because im upset.”
you frowned.
“I bet if i hadnt said anything you wouldve left. You dont care. Go with your friends.”
“Injun, i wan-”
“Dont call me that.”
“Renjun then. I want to stay because i care. If id had known this, i wouldve talked it out with you. Im not tired of you. I just want to have fun”
“Oh?”
Your pressed you ear to the door.
“Oh what?”
“Oh, so im not fun? Im just getting boring?”
“Renjun, i trying to help the situation but you making it worse by finding the negative in everything.”
“So what if i find the negative in everything?”
“So it makes everything more complicating.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“I told you.”
“Told me what?”
“I told you when you asked me. That this was going to be complicating.
His voice was low, so low you could hardly hear. Maybe if i speak a little louder, he will too.
“When i asked you what?”
He mumbled something and it was pissing you off.
“Renjun. What i asked you what?”
Your voice came out louder than you expected. You had never raised you voice at him. But you wanted answers.
“Renjun, answer me when i ask you something.”
The more you spoke the harser and louder is got. The silence was loud. Small sniffles were heard.
“Renjun?”
Soft mumbles were heard again.
“Renjun”
The door unlocks and a crying renjun comes out. He has his head down and his hands in little fists, barely showing because of the long sleeved shirt. You hadn't taken a chance to look renjun before. In one of your long sleeved shirts, which was sized to big. If youre smaller than renjun, congrats. Your yunho to hongjoong. And god knows if he even had shorts under. white knee socks, with 2 red strips at the top. Messy bedhair even though he hadnt gone to bed yet. It took everything in your in your power to try not to get turned on.
“Im sorry”
His eye were watery, ears, nose, and cheeks flushed pink. He slowly walked to you and hugged you.
“Dont leave me, please.”
You didnt know if he meant as in going with you friends or giving him up. You smiled and hugged him back. You kissed his crown.
“Dont worry, im not leaving.”
He looked up and gave a cheeky grin. Turning back into his normal self in
3, 2, 1
“Come”
He pulled you into the room.
He pointed to the bed.
“Sit”
You eyed the laptop on the bed. Schitt’s creek you assumed. Then you heard a click. You turned to renjun who was already making his way back from locked the door.
“Oh? Is my boyfriend keeping me hostage?”
He rolled in eyes and made himself comfortable on your lap. He locked your lips, making his hand up to your shoulders. You hummed in satisfaction. Renjun was easy to make upset and to make happy. One hand left your neck, tensing up at the cold air hitting your skin. You heard something be placed on the night stand and peeked a bit. He had placed the laptop on it. He pulled away slightly, still close to you lips.
“Hmm, i planned on watching schitt’s creek but i dont know anymore. . .”
“I knew it. You have a huge boner for Alexis.”
“Ugh, y/n, way to ruin the moment i tried to build up.”
“What? You do”
He connected your lips again, moving his hips a bit. He placed kisses against your jawline to your ear and whispered in a low voice.
“Maybe, but i have a bigger one for you~”
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fandomfairyuniverse · 5 days ago
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Y’all: it’s been a year since manner of death aired
Me: no it hasn’t ❤️
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docnederlands · 2 months ago
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Als twee honden vechten om een been loopt de derde ermee heen.
🐶 Betekenis : een derde profiteert van de ruzie van twee anderen / als twee personen om iets kibbelen, raakt vaak een derde in het bezit ervan. / Van de onenigheid tussen twee mensen trekt een derde soms profijt.
🐶 Verwante spreekwoorden : De gelegenheid maakt de dief. / Hij is de lachende derde.
🐶 Engels; English : When two people quarrel, a third rejoices. / Opportunity makes the thief. / Opportunity makes a thief.
🐶 Frans; français : Les disputes des uns font le bonheur des autres. / L'occasion fait le larron. / C'est le troisième larron!
🐶 Duits; Deutsch : Wenn zwei sich streiten, freut sich der Dritte. / Gelegenheit macht Diebe.
🐶 Italiaans; italiano : Fra due litiganti il terzo gode. / L’occasione fa l’uomo ladro.
🐶 Portugees; português : A ocasião faz o ladrão.
🐶 Spaans; español : Cuando se pelean dos se alegra un tercero. / Peleándose dos, el tercero gana. / La ocasión hace al ladrón.
👉 Diaspora : Als twee honden vechten om een been, loopt de derde ermee heen
👉 Doctissimo : Als twee honden vechten om een been, loopt de derde ermee heen
👉 Pinterest : Als twee honden vechten om een been, loopt de derde ermee heen
30-09-2021
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shedontlovehuhself · 6 months ago
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Now??
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yourkillingmesmalls · 5 months ago
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It's just a phase...
✖🐌✖🐌✖🐌✖
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itsyaboyluxferro · 3 months ago
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fatjuic3 · 3 months ago
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where has she been?🤔
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