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zalayni · 10 months

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𓂃 💫 ੭ ᝢ SUGAR ༉

spendin' all my nights alone waiting for you to call me. you're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep 💤

❛ pairing: earth42!miles x reader

❛ summary: after a long day there's nothing better than having your lover help you as you do your night time routine, no matter how girly it might be.

❛ warnings: the lower caps are intended. reader uses she/her pronouns.

❛ author's note: this is supposed to be longer but I lost everything and had to restart it from scratch. also this isn't proofread what so ever. I live like a warrior i'll die like a warrior 🫡🫡(I'm too lazy to read alat)

if anybody told Miles from when he was new to being prowler that he would be sitting in his room, wiping a girls makeup off specifically HIS girls makeup off he'd just tell them. “man you're buggin.”

yet here he was.

after a long day of standing around with music blasting in your ear while people laughed in the background you were finally back alone with Miles. it was silent but at the same time it was comforting. Miles was there kneeling infront of you, wiping your makeup off as you sat on the vanity chair he had bought and installed in his room along with the hello kitty mirror he saw people hyping up on tiktok.

don't get it mixed up though Miles would never use that vanity, he bought it for you. he filled up the drawers with makeup and products he'd see you use just for you. he did all of this because all he wished was for you to feel at home with him.

he went through the hard work of building and putting up the parts by himself as he was too embarrassed to ask uncle aaron or his mom for help. what would uncle aaron say if miles would randomly come in his home saying “help me build this pretty pink and white vanity I just bought.”

you always crashed at his place or miles would crash at yours. either way he always insisted on helping you with your nightly routine.

"all done Mami, now go wash up. I'll get your pajamas from the laundry." Miles attempted to get up before getting stopped by your hands pulling him down to peck his cheek. you pulled away while muttering a thank you.

Miles smirked at you while getting up.

"yeah, no problem. anything for my girl."

miles was the sweetest person to ever come into your life. who knew Brooklyn's number one killer would be such a lover boy? maybe it's because of the fact that he's always been a mamas boy growing up.

you finished up your shower, wrapping the towel around your body before a knock echoed through the bathroom. "ma, can I come in? I've got your pajamas." you quickly opened the door to see Miles standing there with your pink pajama set in his hands.

he stared at your figure watching as water droplets still slowly rolled down your body.

"Morales you're staring at me." you playfully said while side eyeing before taking the clothes out of his hands. Miles huffed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer silencing your giggles with a kiss.

"whatever ma you're trippin' I wasn't even staring you're just reading into it too much. even if I was can you blame me? I bagged such a pretty girlfriend."

Miles eyed you down once again before leaning close to your ear. "maybe even future wife."

ugh what a tease. yet everytime he did this you felt butterflies in your stomach.

he chuckled before exiting the bathroom leaving you there staring at his back, stunned. you shook it off with a laugh and got dressed so you could be back in his arms.

you brushed your teeth and did your skincare that Miles would always restock on. you felt bad as they were pricey but he would always insist on buying them for you.

you hanged the towel on the rack to dry and exited the bathroom, practically speed walking to Miles room. once you opened the door you were met with Miles laying comfortably on his bed with nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants on. He had his arms up with his phone in his hands scrolling on whatever socials he was checking up on.

you closed his bedroom door before crawling in between his arms, laying your head on his chest. Miles sighed and put down his phone, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked the top of your head making you look up at him. "long day?" you asked him making miles suck his teeth.

"tch. ma you were there with me, yes the function was fun but of course my mom had to make us stay till past midnight talking about some ‘hold on we'll leave after I'm done talking.’" you laughed at him mimicking his mom's voice whole repeating what she would keep saying during the function.

mrs morales loved you so she told Miles to invite you to their family's function as his date which you gladly said yes to.

the day was long and your feet might've ached from all the standing as every seat was taken up, your stomach might've hurt from all the aunties insisting on you to eat more but at the end of day you got to see Miles smile, and it wasn't because of you. for some that was the rarest sight to witness.

after the death of his dad Miles drifted away from everyone but here he was laughing and bickering with his favourite cousins. he was actually playing his favorite sport, basketball for once and laughing whenever he'd steal the ball from his cousins.

you witnessed Miles grow as a person and slowly pick up broken pieces. it was truly heart warming.

here you laid in the dead of night, ear on Miles chest hearing his soft heartbeat with your eyes closed. you were calm yet your head was racing with thoughts. you decided to break the silence after awhile of listening to his breathing pattern and heartbeats. "hey Miles, I'm not sure if you're asleep but I have a question."

it was silent for awhile making you think Miles fell asleep before you could ask it but then he answered. "go ahead Mami, I'm listening."

"would you give the world to me?" you looked up at him only to see his half lidded eyes staring down at you. "mhmm no."

your heart dropped at his answer, lips close to quivering, but the hard beating of your heart slamming against your chest was calmed down with what you heard him say afterwards.

"hermosa, why would I do that when there's other planets too?"

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hentyehottie · 5 months

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‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him.

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading.

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did.

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display.

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit.

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t?

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute.

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels.

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project.

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then.

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend.

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.”

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all.

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you.

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose.

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout.

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!?

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister.

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head.

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad?

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you.

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute.

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly.

“I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops.

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention?

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space.

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs.

Greedy bitch.

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.”

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine.

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing.

“Why?”

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why.

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?”

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took.

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt.

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy.

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open.

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day.

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs.

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly.

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined.

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that.

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy.

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.”

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way.

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time.

Your question falls on deaf ears.

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself.

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you.

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless.

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-”

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck.

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill.

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to.

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.”

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver.

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.”

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown?

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute.

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.”

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch.

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs.

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out.

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit.

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick.

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?”

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad.

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass.

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..”

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya.

“I-I did. How did you know?”

“I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.”

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ KITTEN

cw: mature, mdni!, reader is a stripper, gentleman!aizawa that’s about to snap (yummy), also there’s a collar lol

PART 2 | MASTERLIST

“eraser head!” you call as you sit at your vanity. the dressing room wasn’t very crowded at the moment, and that’s probably why aizawa chose this time to walk in.

“y/n.” he nods. you pout.

“if i have to call you by your stage name, you have to call me mine.”

“not a stage name—hero name.” he corrects you.

you push your hair back, ready to go now that you’ve changed and taken off your makeup. effectively, you jokingly ignore aizawa, standing up with your bag as you hear him sigh and say, “kitten.”

you smile. close enough.

initially, he called you kitty, that was your stage name for the sole fact that you loved hello kitty. but shota decided on ‘kitten’ along the way, and because you liked him, you accepted it.

“will you be walking me home today, shota?”

he ignores your use of his first name and nods.

you two first met after a stalker incident. the emergence of quirks in society gave certain men the idea that they were above the morals of society. unfortunately, you were the target of one (being a stripper is not a safe job), and eraser head was who you turned to. over time, he came as a customer a couple times, but really, he would walk you home at the end of your shift.

it became obvious that he started walking you home because he wanted to. he told you himself that the stalker was not a threat anymore a few months ago, yet he continued to see you at the ungodly hours of the day despite his tired eyes.

you wanted him. you made that clear. he was apprehensive. the first excuse was that you were too young. you reminded him you were barely four years younger. the second was that he was protecting you. its been nearly half a year since there was any semblance of a threat towards you.

you were chipping away and he was breaking.

upon reaching the front door of your apartment, you say, “chamomile with honey.”

it was how he took his tea, and it was a slight command for him to come inside.

he didn’t argue.

you fix the drinks and bring it to him as he sat on the couch.

“oh! i have something i need your opinion on.”

you quickly left the room to change.

aizawa barely showed emotions. you danced and flirted and wore your skimpy outfits, but nothing. his eyes stayed on yours, arms crossed like always, and calm expression on his face. you wanted to see his face break, blush, you wanted to see his head thrown back.

so you come back to the living room.

he takes a quick study of your outfit. not as long a look as you wanted, and no physical reaction.

“it’s cute.” he says.

you huff and step closer.

“really? that’s it?”

“i like the collar, its good for work.”

you had no intention of wearing this to work. even for your profession, this was out of your comfort zone. it was definitely a kitty—ears, collar, accompanied by your nails—but the skirt was a belt to show your panties and it dug into plush of your thighs with garters that you just wanted to take off.

you sigh in defeat. you wore this for him and only him.

“you don’t look happy.” he comments.

you admit, “i was hoping for more.”

he holds your eye contact for a second before he lifts his finger to spin—asking you for a twirl.

you smile and obey, giving a nice mini fashion show.

he doesn’t say anything, but his finger makes a beckoning motion and you walk towards him.

“give me a lap dance.” his voice sends vibrations up you spine.

“what?”

“i can pay you.” he assumes that’s the problem. “your costume’s cute, but doesn’t look too comfortable. wouldn’t be good if you can’t dance in it.”

“i’m not on the clock.” you mumble.

his hands reach out to your hips, grabbing you and turning you around before pulling you onto his lap; your back to his chest as the breath gets knocked out of you.

“neither am i.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #aizawa shota x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa x y/n #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x you #aizawa headcanons #aizawa imagine #eraserhead x reader

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prissygrlsorority · 1 year

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lifestyle 🤍

pink stanley tumbler

pink sm water bottle

custom girly happy planner

pink keurig mini

tiffany and co pink lock and key diary

glossier hand lotion

pink tangle teezer ୨୧

fine girl mcbling pieces

cute loungewear ୨୧

cute custom starbucks cups

tech 🤍

pink ipad air

pink beats

macbook pro

hello kitty flash drive necklace

juicy couture laptop bag

pink casio graphing calculator

apple pink iphone 13 case

writing utensils 🤍

fluffy pens ୨୧

pink glitter gel pens ୨୧

pink pilot acroball pens ୨୧

bic sparkle mechanical pencils (my favs)

cute sanrio pens

pink mildliners ୨୧

bags 🤍

ted baker makeup bags

victoria’s secret makeup bags ୨୧

juicy couture backpack ୨୧

juicy couture pencil pouches

pink longchamp bag

tory burch ella tote

chloe tote bag

pink north face backpack

victoria’s secret signature tote ୨୧

notebooks 🤍

juicy couture notebooks

pink leuchtturm journal

pink college ruled notebooks

louis vuitton agenda

lace deco binder

pink binders

sanrio memo pads ୨୧

extras 🤍

sanrio stickers ୨୧

cute binder clips

pink girly stickers ୨୧

pink 3 hole punch

pink stapler

pink 2 ring binder

#prissygrlsorority #୨୧ denotes something i already own #collegiate princess 🎀

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magicalshopping · 1 year

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♡ Impressions Vanity x Hello Kitty Cosmetic Pouch ♡

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klipkillakai · 4 months

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imagine~

18+ minor dni! ageless accounts will be blocked with a quickness 🩷🪽

smut/black!fem reader/ plug!könig/ pnv nd some other stuff but nun too crazy

okay but imagine..

your on your phone scrolling through insta and you get a text from your plug

-kö 🌀❕

-ma i got some new stuff i think you’ll like want me to pull up?

‘you softly smile at the next nd think about it, and realize you running low so you reply’

-yea, pull up

-bet, i’m getting gas rq u want sumn?

-yea get me the purple skittles 😌

-aii

‘you click out the messages and get up, quickly washing your face and going to your vanity to do a lil makeup, it’s not cause you like him or nun (🤭) it’s cause you wanna look.. presentable’ (riiight)—

‘while your putting on your lipgloss you get a text “i’m outside” and you hop up and put on your cute pink slippers and not even bothering to take your bonnet off because it looks cute anyway, you grab your water bottle and you walk out your apartment and out to the parking lot and you see könig’s matte black hellcat parked, you walk up nd tap on the window and he unlocks the door and you slip in’

“hey” you smile softly

“hey mama” he says in a soft raspy voice and he looks up from his phone lazily throwing it in the cupholder and looking at you and your belly tingles when he looks at you with those tired eyes, he reaches in the back and grabs a bag will all the stuff in it and he opens it and you take it upon yourself to connect your phone to the bluetooth and play some music, brent fiyaz to be exact (🤭)

“aii so i got some new cart flavors for you, nd these new edibles i think you’ll like”

“ooh show me the cart, my shit has been tweaking lately”

he hands it to you and it’s a pink bat wit hello kitty printed all over it like stickers and a fresh new cart already loaded up— he clears his throat a bit

“i know you like that hello kitty shit” he says nonchalantly but inside he feels all warmed up nd shit because of that pretty smile on your face

“aww this is so cute.. thank you kö” you lean towards him a press a small kiss to his cheek, something you always do, könig always looks out for you so it’s a way to show your appreciation— once you pull away you and könig have a moment when you both stare into each other eyes and you watch as his eyes lowers to your lips for a second before snapping back up to your eyes, könig slightly leans in before licking his lips and pulling away— “let’s smoke a lil bit”

“mhm” you hum, trying not to show that you definitely wanted him to kiss you, but your deciding to chill a bit, play it cool..

a little while late you and him are smacked and y’all are jus talking and listening to the music, jus like you always do, but today something up his lowered red eyes is driving you crazy, and the lazy slumped smile on his lips is making you wanna crawl over the seat and do sumn—

“i can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend y/n”

“why? i mean like in highschool i was a little awkward” you say slightly embrassed, he rolls his eyes a bit

“nah i would’ve fucked wit you” you smack your teeth

“why you lying.. i hate when people lie” you say referencing rollie and slightly laughing at that

“nah i swear” “he says moving a lil closer to you with a slight smile on his face”

“it’s those eyes mama, you got pretty eyes” he whispers as he leans in even more and so do you

“yea?” you whisper “yea” he whispers back before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, pausing and kissing you again, longer this time, is hand grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply, your breathing gets a bit heavier and he softly bites your lip pulling away for a sec “so fucking pretty baby” and kissing you again—

the rnb melodie’s playing in the background setting the mood and the soft rain hitting the car, he slides his other hand down to your waist and pulls you over the console and sets you in his lap, he sits up a bit and grabs your waist with both hands as he kisses down your jaw, groaning at your sweet smell and shuddering when he feels your hands slip up into his hair at the nape of his neck and scratching softly with your acrylics—

you let out a soft moan and you feel his tongue run over the spot he was sucking on before he pulls back a bit and unzips your pink sweater— “i’ve wanted to do this for so long baby” he kisses your chest right above your pretty nipples “i think about you all the time pretty girl, your pretty fucking smile” he sucks on your nipple— “these pretty titties” he says slightly muffled and continues to suck and tease them and all you can do is whimper and take it, you roll your hips and you moan when you feel his hard dick “you see what you do to me ma? huh.. it’s all for you, you know that? hm?” he says kissing you again and tugging down your shorts”

“i’m- i’m a virgin.” you say and he soft looks up at you

“we can stop anytime you want- you cut him off “but i want you to be my first” you look down at him with trust and he smiles and kisses your lips “not in here baby, ion want your first time in my car, let’s go upstairs”

you quickly get upstairs and könig picks you up and carries you to your room and he sets you down hovering over you, he goes down your body pressing soft kisses before he presses a soft kiss under your belly button, with a hello kitty charm dangling from it “i like that” he whispers and he tugged your shorts down and places your legs in his shoulders.. “so fucking wet baby, all this fa me? hm?” he presses soft sloppy kisses all over your pussy and clit, he sucks on it softly, spreading it with his two fingers and holding your thigh back with his large hand—

“k-kö fuck.. pa~ i can’t” you shudder not knowing what to say, this overstimulation is new to you and you feel the pressure building up in your stomach already, just like when you touch yourself alone

“don’t worry baby ” he whispers looking up at you as he slips two fingers into your sopping cunt and your back arches, you let out a pornographic moan and you twitch softly as his fingers begin pounding into it, it starting to feel sore you reach down and rub your clit and you bite your lip

“pa i’m gonna cum” you whine and kisses your inner thigh “you can cum baby, i wasn’t gonna let you leave with only one anyways” you moan and when the pressure reaches its peak you clench around his fingers and he groans, watching you shudder and moan as your thighs twitch, his thumb brushes over your clit and your legs shut automatically from the sensitivity and he slaps your thigh and spreads them open “nah baby, i’m not done”—

he sits up and unbuttons his jeans not even bothering to pull them all the way off and reaches behind him and tugs off his shirt revealing the array of tattoos on his chest and torso, he palms the large bulge in his boxers and squeezes it before pulling it out, you shudder when you look at the heavy thick cock, this tip such a pretty pink and glossy from precum, he jerks it softly and pulls you closer to him and he taps his cock on your clit and places it on top, showing how far it’ll reach when inside—

“it’s not gonna fit” you whine and he spits on your clit “imma go slow alr?” you nod and he rubs his cock yo and down your folds before softly putting his tip in, you whimper and he pulls out before going back in a little deeper this time, you repeat this process until it’s all the way in and your squirming

“fuck ma” he shudders and looks down at your stretched out pussy and spits on it before slowly rolling his hips in and out of you and slowly picking up his pace, your back arches and you look up at him while he looks back making direct eye contact, he leans forward and kisses you while giving you slow deep strokes and your currently trying to fight off letting this man to give you a baby, he draws back a bit and he speeds up looking at you for conformation and he begins pounding into you, you mouth slightly opens and you feel that pressure start to build up again, it starts to feel too fast and too much and you place your hand on his belly “pa~” you whine and he moves your hand away “nah mama take this shit” you softly whimper and he leans forward as whispers your ear as he pounds into you “you can’t take it? huh? it hurts.. hm? i’m too big for your pretty pussy? i don’t care” he says with a soft shudder after you clench around him, he presses wet kisses on your jaw and neck “look at you.. all fucked out.. eyes rolling back nd shi.. that feel good baby? he says as he goes back to the slow deep strokes.. “words mama” he says as he grabs your jaw and presses kisses to your lips “mhm.. y-yes” it’s all you can’t say.. it feels to good and your so lost in the pleasure—

he pulls back again and wraps your legs around his waist and he holds down your torso and pounds into you and you begin to let out lound moans and broken sobs .. the euphoric feeling starting to be too much, the pressure being to much and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks—

“fuck- fuck- fuck” you sob “i’m gonna cum_ i’m gonna cum fuck haa~” you whine and he speeds up

“there we go.. let it out pretty girl, let it all out, cum all over this dick baby” he leans down and kisses you sloppily and his eyes roll back and he grunts.. putting he head in the crook of your neck feeling himself boutta cum too, he thrusts he sloppy and rolls into you and you feel yourself release and soon after he lets out a loud moan and cums inside of you.. and sloppily fucking it inside you— “fuck” you whimper “damn” he grunts and you both let out a lust drunk sigh, he sits up and slowly pulls his dick out while staring at it, he bites his lip a bit and gets up grabbing his shirt and wiping off some of the cum pin your pussy, you flinch a bit from the sensitivity and you softly smile—

he finishes and he climbs back up the bed and kisses your head-

“i’m get you some plan b tmmr so don’t worry about it” you snuggle closer to him and smiles

yea cs fuck them kids “you both laugh and he laughs wraps his arms around you kissing you one last time before y’all fall asleep”

| a/n |

y’all 😁 did i eat??? orrrr i think i chewed a bit, i’ve been realized how hard it was to write smut, so i have a much bigger appreciation for all the fic writers nd smut writers ily!! but it’s my first time ever writing smut and y’all it wore me out 😩 but i was giggling the whole time! anyways! hope y’all liked it ❕😌🪽

peace ✌🏾.

#könig x black reader #black reader smut #konig x black reader #könig smut #könig x you #plug!könig smut #smut #cod smut #black fem reader

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crazyforbarbatos · 1 year

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Obey Me! Brothers take care of their baby while you’re away

Warning: possible heart attack from cuteness

Y/C/N = Your Child’s Name

you know, his baby was pretty well behaved

but was pretty restless after you left

a day without you was lonely

not just for your baby but him as well

you just always knew what to say and do

“I know you’re not going to want to sit with me at my desk for hours, so let’s go find something that you’ll like.”

honestly he would try different things to see what your baby seemed to enjoy

cats? anime? reading? sleeping? different foods? money? shopping?

he was a bit prideful when his baby seemed to relax when he put on some music on his record player

“A fellow Mozart enthusiast? Excellent taste.”

he also realized that his darling child also really adored Cerberus

and Cerberus really was fond of Y/C/N, even lifting them up when they stumbled over

it was never a fun time when you had to go somewhere

it wasn’t that your baby didn’t like him, it wasn’t that

just why do you have to go? can’t you take them?

they miss you, come back

like father like baby

but the credit card teether seemed to calm them down fine

honestly Mammon would try to find something to keep them busy for the day

“Why don’t we make something for mama/papa?”

and just like that, the two would spend the day finger painting or coloring with crayons

Luckily he was prepared for this

not to mention he’s played lots of games where you had to take care of a baby

not to mention your whole theme for this baby was them being your player 3

he would have a box of toys in his room for his baby

he always made sure that his prized collectables were no way in reach or had the possibilities of falling

He would pull up a nice game like mario or sonic and set them on his lap

he would give them their tiny baby controller and he’d have his

“You’re the expert, Y/C/N, ready?”

he’d be watching their tiny fingers hit buttons and would play accordingly to his baby’s playstyle so they’d think they were really playing

but he’d also help them win

“Woah, Y/C/N! You’ve beaten my highest score!”

honestly you going out gave him the opportunity to take his baby out of a father-baby day

he would have his baby carrier strapped to his front and he’d be carrying a diaper bag full of everything that was surely needed

he even had a guide to babies for dummies daddies

he knew what he was doing, but just in case

he would take his baby to a cat café and then to a local library where he could a picture book about cats softly

“Which kitty do you like best Y/C/N?”

he might even been conned into getting a kitten for your child

as if he could resist the hopeful eyes and charming smile

“Y/C/N, do you wanna go prank Lucifer after this?”

he would only get a devilish giggle from his child, but he knew that it was a yes

SHOPPING TRIP!!!

his child was in need of the latest fashion

and frankly so was he

“You’re the best dressed in the whole world, Y/C/N-besides me of course.”

he would even ask his child what shade of certain makeup he would think fit him for the day

honestly this trip would be a great way for people to see him

and lord does he love the attention

and luckily for him, his child did too

Beel would be on a mission to make sure that his little one was entertained while you were gone

breakfast together and then it was off to say hello to the other uncles

he got a baby book from Satan who he’d asked to get for Y/C/N

he asked Levi to sew Y/C/N’s favorite teddy back up after being used as a teether

a brief nap with Uncle Bels was needed as they had a long day yet

he would take them to the park so they could play on the swing or go down the slide

he would be grateful to Mammon when he agreed to come along

“Y/C/N? Want some ice cream?”

heh

he would feed his baby and change them if need be

he’d change them into their little cow onesie & wear a matching one himself

and then it was off to have a bit of a rock in the comfy rocking chair

if they were lucky, they’d sleep right there and wait for you to get home

if his baby was as restless as you, he would sing to them softly and cuddle them in your shared bed in the attic

when you’d get home, you’d find both of them snuggling together on your pillow

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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iamyoubutcuter · 1 year

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marks // Kylian Mbappe

warning: english is not my first language :’)

Kylian was in training today, or rather they had already finished it. He and Hakimi were returning to the locker room from the field. He noticed that Kylian was yawning during the entire training session, and besides, he was late for it. Although often came before everyone else.

When Kylian yawned again, Achraf got tired and decided to ask: “What did you do last night?” – your boyfriend was drinking water at that time and choked after this question. Achraf tapped his back, laughing.

"Why do you think so?" – Kylian couldn’t look into his eyes, because he didn’t like to talk about things like that. For Kylian, personal life is too intimate. Plus, he didn’t like the prospect that the person to whom he would tell something would begin to represent you in a non-friendly way. So he tried to stay away from it. Especially to keep you away from it.

"You're late for training, and you've been yawning all day, which is already annoying, to be honest," – he said and hit Kylian on the shoulder. Kyky also laughed and simply shrugged his shoulders, pretending not to know.

He went to his seat in the locker room and began to take off his jersey. Hakimi raised his eyebrows at his back. Your boyfriend's back was covered in scratches. Of course, he put two and two together and understood everything. Achraf looked around, everyone was busy with their own affairs. Someone was on the phone, someone was also changing clothes, and someone was in the shower. He abruptly turned Kylian back to the wall.

"Bro what are you doing?" – Kylian smiled and sat down, he saw that Hakimi was worried about something. He sat next to Kylian. He just moved closer to him.

"You know that your whole back is scratched, as if you got a kitty and fought with it all night yesterday," – Hakimi said, Kylian covered his face with his hands, then also looked around at everyone. He took out his sport bag from under the bench, which contained a clean white t-shirt, and put it on. He didn’t know you left it there, but he felt a burning sensation all night, and in the morning he forgot about it.

"This is the reason why I didn't get enough sleep. Kitty, yes," – they both laughed at it and nothing else. For this he loved Achraf, no unnecessary questions and jokes.

You were supposed to pick up Kylian after training because you agreed to eat something unhealthy together. You arrived a little earlier and went outside to get some air. It was very hot, so you were wearing a tank top and shorts. You saw how everyone was leaving, Kylian and Achraf were coming towards you. You waved at them and they waved back.

"Hello, long time no see," – you crossed your arms over your chest. Kylian put one arm around your waist and kissed you on the lips. He stood next to you.

"I agree," – Hakimi smiled and continued. "How long are you waiting?"– he automatically glanced at your hands and saw a couple of bruises on the wrists and on the right shoulder. Kylian followed his gaze and closed his eyes, sighing.

"Not really, I thought I would make it on time because I woke up late," – Kylian and Achraf looked at each other and laughed out loud. You frowned and hit your boyfriend in the stomach with your hand.

"What’s so funny?" – he just shook his head, grabbing your shoulders.

"Let’s go, I’m hungry," – Kylian began to turn you around to the car and said goodbye to Hakimi.

"Are you aware that my back is covered in scratches? – your shook your head and looked at him. "Here I am, not until Achraf told me about it," – he finished the sentence and began to rub the bridge of his eyes.

"And…? Ohh, that was the point,"– you giggled. "I'm sorry, babe, I honestly didn't mean to," – you ran your hand over his shoulder. He looked back at your hands.

"I understand it's summer and it's very hot outside, but if someone sees your hands, they will think that I'm hitting you," – you noticed them when you put on makeup, but you didn't have any terrible thoughts, since they are not a lot and not very visible. At some point, a frame appeared in your head that Achraf saw them when the three of you were standing.

"Everyone now knows your horrible secret…" – you said in a whisper. "…that you slept with me," - you’d said it out loud and jokingly clutched your heart with your hand and looked at your boyfriend. Unable to bear it, you laughed as the expression on his face showed how badly it was played.

"I won't do it again, I promise," – you said, keeping both hands on the steering wheel. Kylian took your hand in his.

“I'll be glad if you do it again tonight,” – you gave a theatrical gasp and turned your head briefly towards him. "Are you thinking about taking acting classes?" – you both laughed and he brought your hand to his lip and gently kissed.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe imagine #mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian #kylian mbappe one shot

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