#shiiii u right

[gomzdrawfr]

my twt timeline has been blessed with macegaz content...so...who am I to resist such ship?

credit to remintiy, for their video is what kickstarted this whole shebang

of course, big credit to @/mawvax for carrying the mace content community as well aksjdhk ((should be the same handle here in tumblr and twt))

#havent decided if i want them to be romantically involve yet BUT #the bickering is there #next on the list is ghoap and macegaz next to each other #i need to get mace's mask right tho #shiiii like lemme dissect u /j #also gaz. #i need to make him prettier #its a sin not to #so be kind to me cuz this is the second time i ever draw him non-chibi way #oh god the tags #gummmyart #doodle #simon ghost riley #mace call of duty #mace cod #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #maceghost #ghostmace

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

soup!sukuna

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snippet: 2k depicting the first time reader and soup!au sukuna hookup. he's less than nice, but you're into that. modern au!! idk if it's college or whatnot, u decide (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ reader is neutral, described as having a vagina

warnings: pnv ladies and germs, rough sex ig! slapping and spanking and some degradation if you squint. sukuna being a total ass and reader playing him like a fiddle and making him question his stamina. not edited yet cuz im on that "im so proud" high

author's note shiiii: oh hello, it's me again. i am ill (i have been ill for a week), and i guess suku the gr8 has gotten to me. so pls enjoy how i think he is in my little brain. all characters are over the age of 18, and if you are reading this and are not, silently show yourself the door <3

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There’s a harsh smack on your ass as you crawl across the bed. It has you stumble and squeak; a helping hand forcing you to arch, lay and stay against your mattress. Another high pitched noise has Sukuna chuckling above you, palming the growing erection with his other hand. You turn around and gulp. 

Sometimes boys don’t lie. 

“You’re so hot.” He says quietly, baritone in his tone still noticeable. You laugh, and his brows knit- the fuck are you laughing about? 

There’s a push in you, forcing your spin to dip gracefully, deviously and deliciously. You sprawl your arms in front of you, fingers rubbing against one of your blankets. He’s admiring you, you can feel it. Those deep, savory eyes, colored like a cherry wine underneath the yellow ambience of your lamp, graze over the lace outline of your cotton panties. 

“Thanks.” You hum, biting your bottom lip saturated with gloss and balm. No need to compliment him back, he knows he’s devastating. 

He reaches out to grope and smack each of your cheeks haphazardly. You purr; his hand covers so much of you. There’s a lopsided smirk on his face, it’s apparent as he yanks the material off. Lazily, you crawl out of them, since boys can’t be bothered to take them off further than the back of your knees, and reposition yourself. 

Large, gruff hands degrade you- one of them molding against the entirety of your skull to press half of your face into the bed, the other rubbing his spit onto his dick and getting ready to align himself with the opening of your pussy. 

Boys. 

“You gotta finger me first.” 

Sukuna’s upper lip curls, looking at you like you’re all work. The feeling doesn’t fade when you openly roll your eyes. Don’t you get it, girl? You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. So just lay there and- 

“I texted you about it. I’ll literally tear,” You add. 

“Alright.” He bites, unwrapping his fingers from around the base of his cock and nudging one of the digits against your slit. And holy shit you’re tight. Sensitive. Those eyes catch the slightest curl in your toes, the purse of your lips and furrow of your brows as you feel him out. 

And shit, he kinda wants to see your face strewn up. 

Sukuna nudges his middle finger between your legs, lips parting in realizing how tight you actually are. You were right. 

if we hookup you gotta be gentle first, im tight 

and not in the cool way

You hum lightly in satisfaction, something he never though the enjoyed hearing, letting a sharp gasp emit from your lungs as he selfishly adds his index. Thighs shut, Sukuna has to remove his grip from your head to inch them back apart to watch your pussy clench and flutter around a percentage of him. 

“Slower.” Sukuna raises his brows at your demanding attitude- he’ll have to fuck that out of you later, but relents regardless, carefully twisting two joined fingers in and out of your walls that are already squelching and wet. 

What bitchy comment you made pays off immediately, the sound of a saccharine sweet moan he pulls from you making his dick twitch. There’s a pellet of want in his sternum, something he hasn’t felt since he was a teenager who groped a pair of tits in the locker room for the first time. 

After a few minutes of dragging sweet sounds from you, he experimentally pulls his fingers out, more than pleased to see your eyes open and peer at him with indignation. You huff, rubbing your socked feet together in silent anticipation. 

You open your mouth to protest, only to cut yourself off with a high pitched whine as he urges three of his fingers, much bigger than any other boy you’ve had (but you won’t tell him that) back between your pussy. Preening against his touch, you move your hips back to meet at his knuckles. 

Sukuna laughs once, and again when you clench around his fingers at his amusement. 

“Oh.” Is what you say, all watery and whiny when he thrusts one, two, three, four times in rapid movements. It catches you off guard, and you squirm. Your fingers grapple at your sheets, face twisting to hide from his penetrating gaze. He’s enamored with your face, the way it pinches in delight. 

“Are you gonna cum?” 

You laugh amidst a pleasured whimper. 

“No- you can fuck me now.” 

Whatever face he made, you choose not to see.

He grunts, laying a smack against your pussy and kneading the fat of your hips while he aligns his. Slowly, just like your bratty, bossy ass said, he eases the tip of his cock between your plush thighs, your hot, tight walls. You pinch your face, focusing on being relaxed, letting out a garbled whimper as he sinks himself to the hilt. 

The notion of him pulling out (before slamming back in, as all men do too quickly), has you reaching a hand out and nudging at his stomach to stop him. 

“Slow.” You reprimand. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He thinks he's gonna cum.

Sukuna graces you by easing in and out twice, dragging out a soft, sweet hum from you before he rolls his hips in a dangerously fast notion. He likes it when you squeal in surprise. Maybe if you’re not as bossy the rest of the time, he’ll look you in the eye and speak to you casually the next time you're at the basketball court with Uraume.

The tip, all angry and red just like him, pushes against your cervix. You get to squirm for a quick second before both of his hands grab at your hips to push you down, to shut you up, to keep you still. A small, uncomfortable giggle bubbles in your throat, peering at him out of the corner of your eyes. 

How your eyes are slit, the way you’re expression is lidded and enchanted, has Sukuna grunting and thrusting against you harshly. Your lips, all glossy and annoyingly cute, curl into a satiated smile, parting a mere second after as he pulls out all the way just to bully himself back in. 

You sink into the bed, back arched to practiced perfection. 

“That’s right,” He breathes, fucking into you at a pace that forces your jaw slaw, “There you go.” 

Your lashes flutter at his words go straight to your gut, hearing the petulant smack of him against your clit, the plush of your thighs. He inches closer, and you gasp as he knees you further apart and forces himself even deeper. 

Thumbs nudge at the dimples in your back, pressing against them as he forces your hips to fuck against him. The fat of your ass squishes against his lower abdomen, and you swear he’s so thick you can feel the outline of one of his veins in your walls. 

“Shit.” You cry, pushing yourself upright to stay steady against the forceful thrusts that threaten to knock your head into the metal bed frame. Sukuna shakes his head, moving his hands and leaning over to push you back down. 

Breath leaves you, and you whimper when you feel his hands against your cheek, the back of your head, shoving your face into the sheets again. 

“Sorry.” The whisper in your voice as you hiccup a moan that has Sukuna shaking his head once more in disbelief because he’s about to bust. He pulls out, forcing himself to fucking not, taking one of his hands (don’t worry, you’re still coerced down with the other) to give you an angry smack on your ass. 

You’ve never heard a man growl like he just did. And well, you’ve been around the block. It’s strained and jarring and fucking hot, the way Sukuna does it in warning. 

A minute later and he’s shoving himself back into you with no warning, making sure you stay right here as he pinches the chunk of flesh on your cheek. His palm is flat, forcing your lips into a dirty pout that muffles any noise that bubbles between them. 

“Mhm,” He murmurs, impressed that he didn’t cum right then and there when he caught sight of your watery eyes looking so pornographic, “Keep your mouth fucking shut.” 

Sukuna’s good, you’ll give him that. So you try, only to be obscured and mushed into a babbling mess the longer he fucks into you. It’s overwhelming, the way his cock stretches you out. Your walls flutter with relief each time he teases you as he pulls all the way out, only to be devastatingly, pleasurable split open with the harsh, nipped roll of his hips. 

There’s a slap to your cheek. And you hum. 

“Oh,” He goads, “You like that.” 

You’re nodding, and he’s flipping you over, yanking you and pushing right back into you. It makes your head swim as he grabs your face between his finger, squishing it and molding it like clay. Your lips pucker like a little, helpless fish, wondering for a split second if he’ll kiss you. 

He doesn’t. You don’t mind. It feels better than a kiss when he releases your face only to reel his hand back and slap you so hard across the face your ears begin to ring. 

Sukuna likes that dumb look on your face, gripping the dips of your waist so he can fuck himself harder into you. The gasps and wiggles, the way your small, manicured fingers wrap around his biceps has the sharpness of his cheekbones flushing with color. It brings a brief look of annoyance to his face, because he’s on the verge of cumming again. 

Your nails dig into the muscles of his upper arms, lips parted and face pinched in that sweet expression as you gaze at him with a disbelieving look at how deep he’s hitting. 

“It’s too much, let me flip over-“ The begging falls of deaf ears, a large hand decorated in thick ink wrapping around your throat to finally fucking quiet you. Sukuna doesn’t let you worm away, pushing you into the bed to keep you right where you belong so he can pummel you to his own orgasm. 

That look on your face- blissfully fucked out and controlled, face warm, it’s too much for Sukuna’s stamina. He pulls out, hissing under his breath as he busts all over your stomach. It squirts across your smooth skin; part of him wants to smear it and rub it in.  

And you laugh. Breathy and choked, reaching up and wiping your eyes from the tears of being choked a millisecond from passing out. Sukuna unwraps his hand from your throat, giving you a supportive, congratulative pat on your cheek. 

“Why are you fucking laughing?” You're weird and cocky.

You wave him off, turning and pulling open a drawer in your bedside table. Rummaging, you pull out a package of wet wipes, opening it for the two of you as you clean yourself off and toss it in the trashcan by your bed. And shit, to Sukuna, you look more well prepared than him. 

He takes one and cleans himself off. You pull up your panties and yank over a shirt large enough to come to your knees. The braids in your hair are frizzy, your bottom lip wet and chewed from your own vacillation. 

A satisfied smile smears across your face as you re-balm your lips, Sukuna eyeing your incurious face as he yanks on his boxers and joggers. You lay flat on the bed, giving yourself a minute to bask in the recently-fucked high. 

“Thanks.” You murmur to him as he pulls on a white shirt. Black ink teases through the sheen fabric, and you watch with an apathetic hunger. 

“Sure.” 

He’s grabbing his keys, and you’re walking him out the door. Sukuna looks at the socks you’re wearing, the same socks tracing up and down his lower back as your legs were wrapped around his torso; he entertains the idea of feeling it again. 

“Bye! Drive safe.” 

“See ya.” 

You shut the door behind him, a giddy, exultant smile on your face as you trail back to your room so you can call your friends and tell them about how good you were just fucked. How hot he was. That is was Sukuna, that guy who knows and hangs out with Choso. But you’ll text him first. 

drive safe! I had fun. Let me know if you wanna do it again. ଘ( ˊωˋ)†

He texts you ten minutes later, home.

the fuck is that?

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen x reader #jjk ryomen #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jujustu kai #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #welp! #there she is #happy friday and happy mf new year #this is so self ship bc this was me lmfao #enjoy ladies and gents #my works

[racco]

Hyuuga Neji bathing x reader SFW headcanons + oneshots

Fem reader

◇ Earlier in the relationship would be too flustered about the idea of you two showering together aaaaaaaa

◇ Aren't you gonna be uncomfortable? He just wants to make sure you always feel safe and comfy with him

◇ First time it was probably on accident during a mission and you decide to spend the night at a very near onsen in the mountains rather than sleeping on the rocks and camping outside. Turns out since it was such a small and reserved onsen it had mixsed gender bathing. Neji being a gentleman ofc offered you two take turns but since you arrived there quite late there wasn't enough time for the two of you to separately take relaxing baths before closing of the bath area.

◇He got in first a little nervous but somewhat happy that you actually came up with the idea meaning you wouldn't think it's weird to be in the baths just with him

◇ After you got in (he didn't look while u got in the water lol) it was a bit of awkward silence and blushyness after it turned into comforting silence and you two really did get to relax and enjoy being so exposed to one another

◇ After that experience he actually considered doing this more often, second time it was when you got injured after a mission and couldn't properly use your arms until a week, of course he was instantly at your side during these times, not only to help you do your tasks but also comfort you emotionally. Speaking of tasks, it's kinda very hard to wash your hair with very little arm strength, this time Neji wasn't as nervous since he only saw this action as genuinely taking care of you ( I'm sure he likes to have someone depend on him and him being in charge considering his past), just resting in the nice warm and foamy bathwater with your head resting close to the edge of the tub and Neji sitting next to the tub gently washing your hair and back + since your arms are very weak after that mission he must make sure your muscles can come back to full strength and comfort as soon as possible so he also probably gives some bomb ass massages cuz he can see all the chakra points so he knows exactly where to massage

◇After all this time in the relationship he now really loves taking baths together simply cause of how relaxing it is. He's had a nightmare? Let's make some tea and go for a soak to keep him grounded to reality and lossen his tense muscles. You had a long day? Let's have a hot bath with salts and oils while talking about whatever you want and if you play your cards right he'll give you a full massage to get rid of all the stress from today

◇ In general likes close relaxing moments like these where you two can just be exposed knowing you wouldn't judge eatchother + first time you ever massaged/washed his hair scalp he got all the shivers and shiiii its now his fav thing

I initially wanted to include both neji and sai in this but I got too carried away so I'll prob write a separate one for sai :)

#fanfic #headcanons #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #neji x reader #neji x y/n #neji hyuuga #hyuuga neji #naruto #neji fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuden #naruto neji #neji imagine #hyuuga clan #fluff

[ncityavenue]

Can you do an oneshot with Mark? It can be about anything, I don't necessarily know what specifics to request😅

I love how the first one i get is abt my ult. I love u for this<3 ANYWAYS. BARE WITH ME IF THIS NOT GOOD THIS IS VERY ON THE SPOT OK.

Genre:humor, suggestive

Title: Dishes

Pairing: Mark x black reader

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"NO ARE YOU SERIOUS? OH MY GOD." Mark exclaimed as he tangled his hands through his hair, you giggled seeing a competitive cutie infront of you.

"Guess you're gonna be doing the dishes today baby." You smirked trying to hide your booming laugh.

Mark sucked his teeth looking shamefully at the floor,"You know... why can't we just be civil adults and do the dishes together as a couple and not do 20 rounds of rock,paper, scissors."

You raised an eyebrow as Mark got closer to you wrapping a arm around your torso, "nope, nuh-uh, hell no, you are not going to seduce me just for me to do the dishes while you try to fuck me from behind. IM GONNA BE A CHILD OF GOD TODAY."

Mark chuckled as he brushed his lips against your neck, "no I'm saying, we'll do it together. Meaning you'll wash the dishes and I'll fu-"

"Didn't I just say we ain't doin' that?"

"Pleaseeee just this once I won't even be whiny I swear."

You gave him a emotionless face, "you meana tell me a few weeks ago you were telling me I was crazy for having a quickie with you in the living room but now you Wanna fuck me while I DO THE DISHES?"

"There's a difference, Jungwoo was with us in the living room. Plus we still had sex just not in the living room." Mark defended as he kissed down your neck, you sighed trying to fight his sultry acts.

"..we're in the kitchen...Where we eat."

"We don't eat in the kitchen we eat in our bedroom-"

"We still make food here."

"C'mon just a lil hump, I won't ask for more. I'll take blue balls for today." Mark squeezed you a bit, you huffed as contemplated your options.

"Just one. ONE. UNO. HANA (하 나). NUMBER ONE." You scolded, you honestly liked being hard to get and making mark beg a bit but gave in because you just wanted to see your boy satisfied.

Mark rubbed himself against you as he whined a bit, you felt his hard-on but continued to do the dishes.

"Uhmmm... Mark,Y/n?"

You nearly snapped your neck looking to your side seeing haechan stand right by the kitchen table with a plate in his hand looking traumatized as ever.

"Oh shiiii-.." You trailed off looking down.

"Why are you humping your girl like a horny dog?" Haechan questioned making you bust out laughing but quickly slapping your hand over your mouth to not embarrasse your Boyfriend.

"Uhm— just- put your dish in the sink so she can clean it and get out" Mark demanded.

"No way, I'm watching the Premiere of House of Dragons, y'all should get out." Haechan argued.

Mark huffed as looked at you who was currently and innocently washing the dishes, "Don't laugh at me."

"I told you! And you started it!" You defended as you sprinkled some water on Mark.

He nervously laughed as he started getting red, once he was a horn dog next he's back to his awkward stuttering Shy boy.

What're you gonna do with him?

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#nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct imagines #mark lee #nct smut #nct fluff #ask #First ask YASSS

[aline-the-cat]

Jin Ying’s Courtesy name

So! I’ve received two beatiful courtesy names sugestions, and with them in mind I researched for my own ideas, as I can’t decide on one I’ll ask for your help (also, if one of them results to be inapropriate in any way that I dont know or something, I’ll be grateful for your input) 

Acording to internet and some comments (:v) courtesy names were given based on what you wanted for your child, so I based my own ideas on that (again, do correct me if I’m wrong) 

Vote for your favorite name!!

Rúxìng (Like happy/ Like cheerful): looking for happiness-themed ancient chinesse poems I found this (xìng) that could be happy or cheerful, so I chose that because I thought the family would want A-Ying to be happy/cheerful as he was (before everything went to shiiii-)

Rúyě (Like wild): suggestion by Grace_Youya in ao3 

Rúyín (Like silver): also suggestion by Grace in ao3, and one of my personal favorites, “to honor Wei Wuxian without giving him his courtesy name”

Rúliàng (Like bright/ Like shine): I was looking something along the lines of sunshine, or sunlight, because thats very much what wwx was and a-Ying is, (liàng) is the closest I got; which would be like the desire for Jin Ying to keep being the sunshine he is and shine like he wasn’t allowed as Wei Wuxian (cofcofMadamYucofcof)

Rúlián (Like lotus): I got sentimental with this one, one is obviously the reference to his belonging to the Jiang Clan and two: “The lotus (蓮花, lián huā, 荷花, hé huā) is known as the gentleman’s flower because it grows out from the mud, pure and unstained." Also, it matches Jin Ling’s own courtesy name “Rulan” going by WY’s definition of the “Lan” being the one in orchyd, both kids with flowers names ^^ (lián: lotus)

Rúshān (Like mountains): suggestion by echoesoftheforce in ao3. “It means "like mountains", but more importantly it's derived from the line 羡青山有思，白鹤忘机 Which means "I admire the green mountains for its quietness, the white cranes on it have forgotten the wicked ways of society" the Chinese characters, 羡 = xiàn = Wei Wuxian”

Rúwēi:  Suggestion by Clever_spring in ao3 “入微 rù wēi. down to the smallest detail thoroughgoing fine and detailed. I think ruwei very much is apt and he and his brother are like rulan and ruwei, lan and wei together u see”

Hope I made my research right, and if not let me know, the courtesy name reveal will be until he is 13 (That’s the age I gave Jin Ling’s his) so you have still another chapter to vote 

Vote for your favorite name!!

#jin!wwx #jin!wwx au #chinese is hard #please don't judge me #golden phoenix #fanfic problems #fanfiction problems

[pxnk-velvet]

MORNINGS W/ KAKASHI HEADCANONS (sfw & nsfw)

WARNINGS: morning fluff, nsfw! under the cut :)

SFW:

so our boy kakashi is a busy busy man

as for waking up in the morning, I feel as being one of the best shinobi in the village and a sensai, out of habit he tends to wake up early

Im talking early but not toooo early, like around 7 ish, pushing 6:30 maybe

if we’re really pushing it, the earliest being 4:30 but since you two have gotten together he’s able to sleep a little longer and easier

but he really can’t help it, his body clock has just become so accustomed to it

despite him being late all the damn time.....we’ll get into that later.....

one of the downsides to it tho is that once he’s awake, it’s hard for him to fall asleep, a very rare occurrence if u will

usually he just lays in bed, either beside you or just holding you, taking sometime to himself to appreciate you and all ur glory

one of the reasons he’s also so late for everything.....

he seriously can’t believe that ur a part of his life, his future, and he doesn’t ever want that to change

he’ll even brush ur hair out of her face, give you forehead kisses every now and then

if he has to leave for training or something important, he most definitely feels a little guilty leaving you in bed by yourself

despite laying with you in bed waaayyyy longer than he should’ve if he wanted to get where he was supposed to be on time

so to make up for he makes you some breakfast and makes it look all cute n shiiii

omg AND he leaves a cute little note with it

“good morning beautiful ♡︎ made u some of ur favorite breakfast. maybe we could go for a walk today once training is over? enjoy ur day my love :)”

listen this man loves u, ok? deal with it

NSFW:

kakashi is a busy man, we know that

he’s also a responsible man......when he wants to be

as prefaced before, he tends to be late more often than not

and he has his reasons

another one of them being:

morning wood.

yep. u heard me right, morning wood

even as a grown ass man, it probably happens a lot more than it should, especially since ur around in the mornings

if ur not awake already, he’ll probably just take matters into his own hands and wake u up gently by kissing ur face, shoulders, neck

probably squeeze ur waist, hips, thighs softly to get u in the mood

but if u just so happen to wake up before him (which doesn’t happen often).....PLEASE pls wake up him up with the sloppy top 🖐🏼😩

it’s literally his favorite way to wake up in the morning

also...SLOPPY MORNING KISSES....that’s a yes for me

if he doesn’t have anything to do for the day he WILL take his time with u and have his way, don’t worry about it sweetie, trust me

he’ll take it nice and slow, so no crazy over the top positions....those are for later.....

u will be seeing stars with the way he’s handling u, just so gently but powerful and passionate

#kakashi #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #kakashi hatake smut #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto headcanons #kakashi headcanons #headcanons #kakashi fluff #kakashi x reader #kakashi sensei

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 2/16 (all chapters)

“Oh...do you two know each other?”

Principal Nezu glanced from you to Shouta, eyes bright with curiosity. You didn't blame him. In his shoes you too would wonder why such a thing hadn’t cropped up during the application process. Why hadn’t you named him as a reference? Why hadn’t Shouta mentioned knowing someone with your skillset the moment the role became available?

“No, no,” you said, conscious of how defensive you sounded.

Nezu was now your boss and there was no appropriate way to explain the circumstances of your first meeting. You were the new guidance counsellor, hired for your good sense and professionalism; the perfect role model for teenagers in line to become the next generation of pro heroes.

Good guidance counsellors didn’t fuck strange men. They didn’t sit in nightclub toilets for twenty minutes, scrubbing away a seemingly never ending stream of cum. You had thought having a guy cumming inside you would be the least messy option. Oh, how wrong you were.

Nezu didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press it any further. Instead he dismissed himself, leaving you and Shouta alone in the corridor in an awkward silence. He clearly hadn’t expected to see you again either.

“This way,” he said, leading you to his classroom, which had erupted into chaos in his short absence.

You wondered what sort of teacher he was. He must have been a respectable one if Nezu had asked you to observe him specifically.

The change in atmosphere as you entered the room was enough to answer your question. The classroom fell silent, all eyes on you.

“This is (Name). She’s the new guidance counsellor and the Principal wants her to observe us for a while. Don’t embarrass me,” he said, before turning to you. “Take a seat.”

He wasn’t even your teacher, but you hurried to obey, taking a seat at the back of the classroom and reaching into your purse for a notepad and pen.

You tried to concentrate and ignore the elephant in the room. Every time you tried to focus on Shouta’s words, though, your mind wandered to how he’d sounded groaning with pleasure.

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, trying to ignore the heat pooling between them. It was inappropriate for you to be thinking of such things at work, in a classroom no less.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to make it worse. You wondered how it would feel if he bent you across the desk; what it would be like to ride him on it.

You were only too grateful when class took a short recess and Professor Nezu returned to show you to your office.

“You look a little flushed, (Name),” he said, “are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, yes,” you said, “it’s just...new job, lots of information to process. I’m fine, really.”

You got the feeling Nezu knew you were lying, but he didn’t say so. Instead he left you to log into your computer and rearrange your desk, safe in the knowledge that someone would come in to check on you in an hour or so.

Reshuffling the office turned out to be a bad idea. The previous guidance counsellor had a collection of pamphlets behind her desk that covered all manner of issues, such as drug use and bereavement. Your gaze lingered on the one about unprotected sex.

Somehow, even the office was judgemental.

You reached for your cell phone and opened the group chat.

>> I’m in trouble

Sayaka was the first to reply.

>>Why? What happened?

>> The guy from Ego. He works here.

At that, everyone in the group started to type at once.

>> Omg is he your boss?

>> No, he’s a teacher here.

>> Kinky ;) does he have a cane

>> Of course not!

>> Shame.

You put your phone down on the desk, rubbing your temples as it continued to ping with each new message.

Your mother had always told you to be mindful of your actions and their consequences, but she’d never told you what to do when it was too late.

You thought you’d gotten away with it. You weren’t pregnant, you weren’t sick and you were never going to see him again.

You picked up your phone again and skimmed through the new messages before typing yourself.

>> What do I do?

Aptly enough, Rei was the first to respond.

>>Talk to him. You said he didn’t like games, remember?

She was right. You remembered the straightforward way he had asked what it was you wanted from him and how flustered it had made you feel. You got the impression he would want the same treatment under the present circumstances, no matter how awkward it was.

>> Alright. I’ll try and get him alone at some point.

>> Good luck!!!

You switched off your phone and sat back down at your desk, running your fingers through your hair.

It was the right thing to do and you knew it, but you got the feeling it was going to be easier said than done.

━

Five minutes after the final bell of the day, Present Mic walked into your office.

“(Name),” he called out, “con-grat-u-lations on surviving your first day!”

“Thank you, Professor,” you said. “I’m looking forward to working together.”

If Shouta worked here, then the guy you saw at Ego must have been the real Present Mic and not just someone with a passing resemblance. You wondered if he recognised you, though soon dismissed it. He was direct in a completely different way to Shouta, who didn’t waste a single word. Present Mic didn’t seem to have an off switch, but all of his words came straight from the heart. If he recognised you, he certainly would have said so.

As if sensing your thoughts, he thrust a hand into your face and waggled his finger.

“No, no, no! This will not do! Call me Hizashi. Hi-za-shiiii.”

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “I’ll make sure to call you that from now on...Hizashi.”

“Cute! So cute,” he cried out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Now listen. The school day is over, and you know what that means?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply, instead squeezing your shoulders.

“It’s time for the after party!”

“A-after party?”

“Yes, yes,” he said. “You’re the newest member of the faculty and the principal has asked us to be as welcoming as possible, so we’re going to take you for beers!”

“Beers?” You said, suddenly wondering if they were going to take you to Ego . You hoped not.

He led you out of the classroom, arm still wrapped around your shoulders.

“Yes, yes...no need to thank me,” he said, “it’s our duty as your colleagues. You are but a cute duckling stepping out onto our riverbed…soon to be a beautiful swan.”

You chose to ignore the implication that you were an ugly duckling.

“Hey, Eraser!” he called out across the corridor. “Eraser, this way!”

You wondered who he was talking to, only for your heart to skip a beat when you actually saw. Shouta was standing in the doorway of the staff room, a pile of folders under one arm. His gaze drifted from you to Hizashi and then, as if he already knew what was coming, turned the other way and let the staff room door close behind him.

“Hmmm, maybe he didn’t hear me,” said Hizashi and you had to fight to keep the smile from your face. This was exactly how things had played out at Ego .

Hizashi led you to the staff room, where the professors were packing up for the day.

“Everyone,” he called out, “grab your things, we’re going for drinks!”

“You really don’t have to make a fuss,” you said, feeling incredibly self conscious. “It’s very kind of you, but…”

“Nonsense,” said Midnight, strolling over. “We should get to know one another, we’re going to be working together, after all.”

“Eraserrrrr,” whined Hizashi, “you’ll come too, won’t you! It’s 2 for 1 on drinks!”

You hoped he’d say yes. There would be plenty of opportunities to get him alone at a bar.

“I’ll pass,” he said.

“Awww, come on,” said Hizashi. “It’ll be fun. They have those fruity drinks with the umbrellas that you like!”

Shouta shook his head and dumped the pile of papers he had been carrying onto his desk.

“I have papers to grade.”

Hizashi let go of you and scooped the files up from Shouta’s desk.

“These papers?”

“Give them back.”

“I will,” said Hizashi, an enormous smile across his face. “At the bar.”

Shouta’s face fell, as if they had had this conversation a dozen or more times before.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s go.”

━

An hour and a half later, you were sitting at a table in an izakaya, cradling a lukewarm beer. You’d taken only a couple of sips since your arrival, partly because of how self conscious you were about being in the company of your new colleagues, but also because you wanted to keep your wits about you in the hopes of getting the opportunity to speak to Shouta alone.He had had even less to drink than you, spending the time glaring from the sealed bottle in front of him to the papers Hizashi had confiscated.

Questions had been rapid fire from the moment you sat down. What was your quirk, where did you go to college, were you local, had you relocated for your new job?

Midnight, Nemuri as she had told you to call her, asked the question you had dreaded the most.

“So,” she said, leaning over the table, “are you seeing anyone?”

“No.”

“A cutie like you? Single?”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.

“I was seeing someone,” you said, thinking back to the dinner that had changed everything. “We were together for years, actually, but we broke up a little over six months ago.”

You didn’t miss the flicker of recognition in Shouta’s expression as he no doubt did the maths. You cringed, realising too late that you had indirectly admitted to him being your rebound. He picked up his drink and took a long sip, all while your coworkers murmured between themselves. Your gaze drifted to the edges of his jawline; the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

“Don’t tell me...did he cheat?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Did he travel overseas?”

“No, no…”

“Did he die in a horrific accident?”

Everyone turned to Sekijiro, who shrugged defensively.

“What? Someone had to ask.”

“He didn’t die,” you said, “he didn’t leave the country either… he just…wanted different things I did, that’s all.”

Not so long ago just the mention of your ex left you in floods of tears. Even now, after so long had passed, it brought tears to your eyes if you didn’t catch them fast enough.

You had found one of his sweaters in the back of your wardrobe only a matter of days before your interview at UA. You had no idea how long it had been there, or how you had managed to miss it during your clearout, but it still smelled of him and you buried your face in it before you could stop yourself.

“Men are dogs,” said Nemuri, raising her glass and clinking it against yours, “you’re better without him.”

“We’ll find you a new guy,” said Hizashi, “what’s your type?”

“I…”

You didn’t know and you didn’t want to admit it.

“I um…”

“I think I know a guy,” said Nemuri, “how do you feel about dog hair?”

Shouta sighed loudly at that.

“This is a waste of time,” he said, “I’m going home.”

He reached across the table for the papers Hizashi had taken, only to receive a slap across the knuckles.

You were grateful for the interruption, especially as it seemed to distract everyone else from your love life.

“A toast,” Sekijiro said, lifting his glass, “to our new guidance counsellor!”

Nemuri lifted her drink and you lifted yours, clinking drinks together.

In that moment, embarrassing one night stand aside, you felt less like an outsider and more like you belonged.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as complicated as you thought.

“Cheers!”

━

You parted ways another hour later, Nemuri and Hizashi drifting away for karaoke and Sekijiro saying something about chicken wings. 

“I’ll walk you home,” grumbled Shouta, “I have business that way anyway.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

“I told you. I’m going that way.”

“Okay, well, if you’re sure.”

You hadn’t had the chance to get him alone at the bar and knew this would be the only one you got that day. Perhaps that was his plan as well. You found it difficult to get a read on him.

You stood in awkward silence as you took the train, body close to his. You thought about making conversation a few times, though very few subjects came to mind. You didn’t know him well enough to make small talk that wasn’t immediately obvious.

“Well, this is me,” you said as you arrived at your front door and fiddled with your keys. “It’s not much but it’s home!”

Relax, you told yourself, we’re adults and more than capable of an adult conversation. If you show your professionalism then-

You dropped the keys.

Fuck

“Haha, sorry about that,” you said, scooping them up all but shoving the door open. “Butterfingers.”

Up until recently you had been proud of your apartment. Originally it had belonged to a great aunt, who let you rent it for a discounted rate. You had painted the walls yourself, built cupboards and shelves and painted those too. You’d crocheted your own throw blanket and stuffed every single cushion you owned.

Since your boyfriend left, though, all you could think about were the hopes and dreams you had lovingly worked into everything: the corner you had left empty to make room for a future moses basket; the wine rack you had bought for when you hosted dinner parties. It was surely a direct contrast to anything Shouta might have expected, and almost embarrassingly so.

“Uh, would you like some tea?”

“Mhmm.”

This was your chance and you were determined not to waste it, reaching for some snacks as the kettle came to a boil.

“Make yourself at home,” you said in an attempt to distract yourself from how badly your hands were shaking. You had no idea how to broach the topic with him. No matter how you phrased it in your head, it sounded awkward.

Shouta had taken a seat at your kitchen table and nodded his thanks as you carried over the tea tray.

“I wanted to talk to you about my students,” he said, reaching for the folders Hizashi had taken from him. “Just seeing them isn’t enough. They keep their problems to themselves.”

Only then did you realise that he hadn’t got papers to grade at all. These were student dossiers- gold dust for a guidance counsellor. Had he meant to discuss these with you all along?

“Sorry if it’s not a good time,” he said. “But I wanted to give you an overview of the students in my class and my points of concern.”

It was the last thing you might have expected from this conversation. In class he had seemed distant, almost hostile. Here he was, though, giving you a head start on how best to support them. It was not at all what you had expected from him, yet you weren’t sure why. You had left almost everything you knew about him in Ego’s bathroom.

“Of course,” you said, taking each file he offered.

He took the time to go through each one, going through every grade, every quirk, every weakness. You had never known a teacher with so much insight into their students, from Todoroki’s difficult home life to Midoriya’s self destructive need for success. You could see you had your work cut out for you.

“Thank you for all of this,” you said, turning a page as he nibbled a rice cracker.

“Don’t mention it.”

Even now, in the process of giving you a cheat sheet, he was straight to the point. It brought a smile to your face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” you said, “it’s just...you’re a surprisingly nice person.”

He sighed at that and the pair of you fell into a heavy kind of silence.

“About what happened,” he said, “at Ego …”

“Y-yes?”

“I’m not gonna say anything about it at work.”

“Really?”

He raised an eyebrow and you realised just how excited you had sounded.

“What, did you think I was going to compare notes in the staff room or something?”

He genuinely did sound offended and you instantly felt awful. You’d admitted to him being a rebound, expressed surprise at him being kind and now this. You’d insulted him so many times today without meaning to.

“No, no,” you said. “Nothing like that. It’s just...well...I’ve never...done anything like that before. I don’t know what happens next.”

“Nothing,” he said. “That’s what happens next. Today is our reset.”

Reset.

You quite liked the sound of that. It was the best case scenario and more than you could possibly have asked for. You could shelve the events at Ego as something someone else had done.

It was perfect, so why did it leave you feeling empty?

Your heart was heavy as you showed him to the door and you leaned against it after you closed it behind him.

You had never dated, so why did it feel as if he’d broken up with you?

You told yourself you were happy for the reset, even as you ripped the door back open. He hadn’t gotten far, walking along the street with one hand in his pocket and folders under his other arm.

“Shouta,” you called out.

“Hmm?”

He stopped and turned to you, perhaps wondering if he’d left something behind.

“Tomorrow,” you said, “tomorrow is day one.”

He smirked.

You wanted your life to go back to normal and the rational part of you protested even as you took two steps back through your front door, dragging off his shirt. He hadn’t undressed much at all at Ego and for the first time you saw exactly how many scars cobwebbed his body. You wanted to run your fingers over them all, but he reached for your hands and lifted them above your head to pull off your shirt.

You dragged him closer, adding fuel to the flames. You’d never wanted anyone quite this much, running your lips over his jawline and throat.

You led him towards your bedroom, fiddling at your skirt zipper and kicking it to the floor. Fittingly enough, you were wearing the same bra as when you went to Ego, though that realisation lasted all of half a second as you ripped it off and threw it across the room.

You were wearing only your panties and a smile now, but it didn’t occur to you to be modest. Instead you crushed your lips against his and reached for his belt buckle, sighing at the feel of his chest against yours.

He lowered you onto the bed as if you were made of bone china before stepping out of the rest of his clothing. It was the first time you’d been exposed to a fully naked man in well over six months and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

He really did have scars everywhere, though your gaze drifted past that to the trail of hair beneath his belly button. He was already hard, and your mouth ran dry. If you hadn’t already had sex with him you would have been very daunted.

He reached down to grip his cock and you crawled up the bed, reaching into your bedside drawer and tossing him a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth and your insides turned to jelly; it was probably the most sinful thing you’d ever seen.

He put on the condom and got down onto his hands and knees, crawling towards you until you were able to stroke his face with an intimacy that didn’t cross your mind until much, much later. He grazed his lips over your cheek and you giggled as his stubble scraped your skin.

He lined his hips to yours and pushed in, so slowly that you thought you were going to die. You gasped, running your hands down his back and tracing every scar.

“Please,” you whispered, loud enough for only him to hear. “Please…”

At that he pushed himself in all of the way and you cried out as your bodies connected, digging your nails into his back and earning a moan from him in response.

He sat up and took hold of your bed frame, steadying his weight and giving you a dark smile before slamming his entire length into you.

“Oh...my g-“

You never got the chance to complete that particular train of thought, for he did it again and again until the bed rocked from the force of his body.

You knew you were being loud, but you didn’t care.

Tomorrow everything would be reset, as if you were perfect strangers. You finally understood why people got so desperate in movies about the apocalypse. This wasn’t remotely the end of the world, yet you dug your nails into his back in the hopes of never letting go.

You held onto him as the coil inside of you snapped and left you in free fall, frantically rubbing your clit in the hopes of loosening up even more. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and took you even deeper, though it still wasn’t deep enough. You wanted to lose track of where you ended and he began, though settled for the impact when his hips hit yours.

Just like the first time, he lost almost all of his rhythm as he grew close. You stroked your clit, chasing the shivers of pleasure running through you and making sure to catch his eye as he sucked in one breath and then another, losing himself in his own release as well as yours.

“Ahh, F…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in a failed attempt at keeping his composure. He bit his bottom lip and gave a few more shallow thrusts, dragging out his orgasm for all it was worth.

He rested his forehead against yours the moment it was over, stealing several lazy kisses that you would have been only too happy to give away.

He pulled out of you and rolled over onto his back, gasping from the exertion even as he pulled off the condom and tied a knot in the middle before dropping it in the waste paper basket at the side of your bed.

“I’ll just...catch my breath…” he said, resting his head on the pillows. He closed his eyes, basking in the same happy afterglow that had so thoroughly overtaken you both.

You caught yourself reaching to stroke his hair, though stopped yourself just in time.

Before long, he was snoring softly and you glanced around your bedroom. It had been immaculate when you left that morning. Now, though, it was a mess of discarded clothes and heady with the smell of sex.

You glanced across at your bedside clock and took note of the time: 1:02 AM.

Well… you thought, glancing across at the man sleeping beside you. So much for Day One .

#aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #boku no hero academia #habanero

[aquagustd]

omfg yus idk how u do it tbh.

these asks are buggin the hell outta me. like literally my eye is twitching. i seriously think its not that deep to be so invested on who oc ends up with 😭 let the author do her thing yall 😭😭 do u know how many tae/jk fics are out there? i dont get why people read certain things and expect everything to go the way they want. like where is this entitlement coming from yall? pls step back and take a breath damn!!

seriously i just... as much as i have my biases and stuff i just think that some of yall realllyyy need to realize that good writing isnt always rainbows and sunshine. i think oc is written realistically in terms of her responses and words... she has every right to be upset!!! then again she is THAT bitch! why are yall not thinking. its OKAY if the ending is not what u want. go read sum else!!! we aint even that far into the plot 🙄 its all fun and all but stop taking everything so personally if u are!!! maybe its a sign to touch some grass shiiii...

im sorry i just love ur writing and i promise u the real ones will know how to separate reality from FICTION. please yus dont feel any pressure to make it go one way or another. i know u said u already knew the ending before u published but still 🥴 STAND UP PEOPLE!! clearly tae is the better option but who knows? 👀 there are so many theories i have. i found this story through the fast forward drabble bc i am a jk bias but this continuing to read the series has been a nice surprise! i am excited to see how it ends ❤️ im a sucker for junho. we can all agree on that MWAH

tbh there’s not much i can say to this because you said it 👏🏻👏🏻 just TRUST ME BRO. like i know deep down some readers want oc to end up with their bias/alternate endings etc, but the story is gonna go one way only. my way 🤷🏻‍♀️

yeah that’s where the fault lies — separating reality from fiction. hie jk =/ irl jk. pls remember that.

one thing that bothers me is when dialogue is TOO PERFECT. like people make mistakes when they speak, they say the wrong things all the time, they hurt other’s feelings, they blurt out shit. and i try to keep that in my writing. mostly bc it gets the reader deeper into the story. like personally — i know a story is good when i’m reading & i forget where tf i am irl 🥴 lmao.

y/n’s character is not perfect & i know she can be frustrating at times bc why can’t she just settle things once and for all ?? because she’s human. and like you said — in life not everything is rainbows & sunshine. not everyone has a happy ending. and i know it’s fanfiction. i just want to write a story that someone remembers. something different. (this applies to all my fics)

thank you bb 🥺 i know my readers have my back ✊🏻

#what i said applies to all my fics #and it’s okay i’m a v patient person mostly #but pushing me to write things a certain way has to stop #I LOVE THE THEORIES THO ITS SO FUN #i tread v carefully on this app bc authors get cancelled over the silliest things #i keep it real tho #fic: hie #squishies

[june-again]

Hey bae!! Yesterday (Saturday) I got my industrial pierced😁😍 look

It #hurted the top one hurt but the bottom kinda felt like a pin prick. I almost passed out I was fine after I got it done so I stood up to take pictures and as I was taking pictures I couldn’t see so I asked my mom to and then I was like “I can’t hear anything or see😟” and the piercer was like “uh oh uhm come sit down😀” lolz❤️ miss u

SHIIII THAT LOOKS SO COOL SERENITY??? i watched my friend get her septum pierced yesterday and honestly it was really cool to watch and made me wanna get more piercings. i got my ears pierced about three weeks ago and it barely?? hurt???? and now my ears look fab?? ( THE STUDS ARE GREEEEEN)

WHAT that doesn't sound good?? you're good now, right? i hope it didn't get infected or anything, that's not fun. but it actually looks fab and your ears are literally so cute what

#elk's asks #🥶— serenity #tw piercings #jdgkfdfdsjfd #hot #ur hot #yes #thank you for sharing this

[derekmorganscrocs]

Nancy Drew 2x12? IDK

this was in fact 2x11

Thoughts while watching

SPOILER ALERT!!

HOLA MISHAMIGOS! Jkjk that’s a spn reference so not many of y’all will get this, but for those who do: super extra socially-distanced kisses! Yeah I’m weird and lame lmao don’t even worry about it!

So basically I got locked out and forgot my password for a min but I’m back and now I’m on spring break and feeling sexy and shiiii 😩 anywhoodles! I maybe have a few nearly finished fics 👀 keep an eye out maybe? But yeah I’m back now!! So here are my thoughts on last week’s new episode! So excited for tomorrow too!! I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY ARE THE HARDYSSSSS!!

ON WITH THE SHOW:

Nicks eye opening scared the crap out of me omg- DUDE Y R WE IN THE FOREST. WHATTTT WTF U MEAN WHO R U

“And why would you think that?” RYAN- you’re not v convincing. Okay nvm he is convincing.

AW HE’S SO CUTE AND NERDY RN OMG “I’m from Florida” he’s so happy about the money. ACE IS SASSY? Oh the brother... pocket rocks? POTION ROCKS. “So I lied?” HES SO DISAPPOINTED IN HIMSELF AW. he is very confused.

“FAMILY MEETING”- CARYAN AND NANCY ARE FAMILY 😫 HUSBANDS. nancy is gonna dieee. EVERETT HAS RUN PEOPLE OFF SKI SLOPES BEFORE APPARENTLY

IS THAT ACES MOM? ITS HIS MOM. HER VOICE IS SO SOOTHING I LOVE THE WHOLE FAMILY.

“You’re not food free grant” has the same energy as me saying “grant is a murderer” every time I can. I’m living for this secret brother storyline though. OH NO WHY COPS- A MURDER? SHIT HIS PHONE? NICK IS NO MURDERER. aw fanson so cute! Waiting for odette to pop out and nick be like “you’re French?”

FLORENCE OH I MISSED HER <3

Aw nick no you’re not a murderer 😭 god I love him. So all I’m getting from him leaving a trail is that he’s the worst murderer ever. NOT THAT HES A MURDERER BECAUSE I LOVE HIM! Also I love that he still knows.

Magical truck smoke bomb? Oh nick was almost murdered, okay jeez.

WTF WHY IS HE FREAKING OUT- forest monster OH JFC WHAT IS THAT. WHAT IS THAT THING. HOLY SHIT- he re-erased his mind.

I love Nancy’s scarf btw it’s so cute. Pls nick is adorable and I love him

I love that nick still knows asl though. HE FIXED ALL THOM’S CHAIRS? I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM OKAY? IM NOT GONNA STEP ON GEORGE’S TOES HERE BUT STILL NICK OMG.

STOP IT I AM SOBBING RN 😭 NICK NO.

Loving aces white crewneck and genius hacking. Grant is a murderer still. I think.

Nancy making a scene 😫 OH NANCY WHAT- SHE JUST DID THAT OKAY

FANSON RIGHTS. FANSONFANSONFANSONFANSONFANSONFANSON!! oh no not the rich lady- Ryan said “what-“

“This is a terrible podcast” Mood.

WTF oh no! OH NO COMPLETE AMNESIA

GEORGE ITS YOUR RESTAURANT- that was so cute omg fanson reunited YAY! not ace hitting on bess again omg- nvm he got shut down too fast LMAO. they tried WATERGUNNING IT? SLINGSHOT STEAK KNIVES? ACE GOT STABBED- this is all something I would do.

Amnesia Celia is so cool 😫 aw besties for amnesia life!

eh, they’ll figure it out eventually. (Shrugs) ODETTE COMING THRU WITH THE W!! Bess is so confused omg did odette just hit on her? Viking Bess? I’m here for it tbh. BESS SEND THAT TWEET BABE!! DO NOT USE NICK AS BAIT!

Oh shit! IT SNATCHED MR ARISTOTLE- NICK ERASE UR BRAIN

DAMN FANSON WOOOOO TEAM WORK COUPLE- NOT FLORENCE DONT DAMAGE FLORENCE.

OH SO THEYRE INFLUENCERS, I SEE.

BURN THAT BITCH. BURN THAT TINY LITTLE IDOL THING BRUH, BURN IT. SALT AND BURN.

CARSON IS BEST DAD. BEST DAD. WE LOVE BEING A DREW. yes thanks dad. HES COMING HOME!

aw Ryan being nice to his mom that’s cute.

ooh thank god nick is proved innocent I LOVE ACES DAD OMG. ASK ABOUT YOYR BROTHER ASK ABOUT YOUR BROTHER! Damn.

He’s buying the whole building- rich nick! I love seeing IF THAT IS NOT FRANK HARDY- okay so maybe grant isn’t a murderer. IS HIS NAME FRANK OR NAH?

End thoughts:

TUNJI IS IMPECCABLE. I WAS CRYING WITH NICK BC IT WAS SO WHOLESOME, THE CHAIRS 😭 and I love odette randomly popping in and being all French and flirty with Bess and I really liked Nancy’s scarf thingy! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RILEY SMITH, BECAUSE THAT WAS YESTERDAY!

My Sister’s Thoughts:

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #ace nancy drew #bess marvin #george fan #alex saxon #george fayne #nick nancy drew #ryan hudson #carson drew #scott wolf #madison jazaini #leah lewis #tunji kasim #riley smith

[tsumurai]

GOJO’s seiyuu is Nakamura Yuuichi!!??

Y’all are u kiddin me!!! I clicked the play button and after 10 seconds i immediatly went HOLLLLLY SHIIII*T!!! Nakamura is Kuroo’s seiyuu y’all know that right!! SKSKSKHHHH I was not ready for this... 

I’m actually familiar with JJK manga and storyline but since i love give myself lil heart attacks with bombshells like this i didn’t check the seiyuu cast before i start to watch... AND not to yor surprise i was already a gojo simp since his chara design is just so *chef kiss* and his personalty all smexy n playfull... bUT HEARING HIM VOICED by NAKAMURA I- 

Just at the time that i’ve finally managed to calm myself down Itado- i mean Sukuna’s voice slapped me in the face Junichi Suwabe!!?!? He voiced Aizawa-sensei y’know that already andd they had a fight scene!! Kuroo kickin’ Aizawa’s ass while they’re in gojou’s and itadori’s bodies... I CHOCKED MYSELF ON AIR PURPOSELY now i’ll sob till i can’t anymore THIS ANIME IS fuckin AWESOME

#gojo satoru #jjk #sukuna #itadori yuji #jjk sukuna #sir choke me sir #jujutsu kaisen #WWWEEEOOOO RUIN ME #Nakamura Yuuichi #Suwabe Junichi

[trashscenariihxh]

discord shiiii: can we please have headcanons or short scenarios for the adultrio dirty talking their s/o? make it as cracky or vulgar as possible, ill zelle u later, in the name of the nsfw chat, amen

Here are some drabbles!  Perhaps, someday, I’ll expand them.

Illumi 

Illumi is not the greatest at dirty talk.  The man is a shell devoid of personality.  But sometimes, the way he says things will just... be unintentionally erotic.

“Open your legs.”  Illumi braces himself on top of you, one hand reaching between his legs to stroke himself to full hardness.  You obey and gasp when he roughly sheaths himself inside of you, his cock pushing past your unyielding ring of muscle.  He’s never been one to ease himself in; you’ve grown to relish the sting of the stretch.  

The pace he sets is immediately rough and fast; your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him in close and tight as he pounds into you.

“Ah! Il-lu-mi!” you choke out when he folds you back and hooks your knees over his harms.  His cock is hitting your cervix, sending sudden achy jolts throughout your body as he refuses to let up.  “So deep... it’s too much.”

“Take it,” he murmurs, not faltering in the slightest.  “Take all I give you.”

“Illu, I...”  Your words morph into a strangled cry when his hips snap forward with peculiar force.  “Illu, I can’t.”

“You can.” His breathing is growing ragged.  “____, I’m going to put a baby in you.  You want it.”  It isn’t a question.

"Fuck.”  You squeeze your eyes shut at his words.  He’s right.  He probably will.  “Oh... oh god.”  You know what he wants to hear.  “Cum inside me, as deep as you can!”

When Illumi shifts again so your legs are hooked over your shoulders, you know he’s going to honor your request.

Hisoka

The thing about Hisoka is, he will talk dirty about anything.Literally anything.  You name it, he’ll talk dirty about it.

Hisoka’s name came tumbling from your lips in a long, drawn out moan when the man entered you from behind.  You hear him laugh lightly and feel his sharp fingernails run down your spine.  “Are you really so excited by my cock, ____?”  He slams into you again.  “Are you so needy that this,” he thrusts again, “is all it takes?  To turn you into a slut?”  He rolls his hips forward again, gasping in pleasure when your cunt twitches around his cock.

“You want more, yes?”  He bends forward, reaching underneath your body to cup your breasts.

“Uh-huh!”

“More of my fingers?”  He squeezes your breasts and tweaks your nipples.  “Or of my cock?”  His hips snap forward again.

“Ah!  B-both!”  

“Hmm...”  Hisoka’s pace has slowed to a painful crawl.  “Perhaps I can manage that.   If you ask nicely.”

“Hisoka...”  Your voice contains a hint of a warning, but the magician laughs it off.

“Ask me nicely, ____.  And then I’ll give you as much as you want.”

“Hisoka, please!  F-fuck me.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you like this?”  Hisoka starts to pick up his pace, one of his hands moving from your breasts to tangle in your hair.  “Or perhaps this is better?”  He yanks your head back, forcing your back into an arch.

“Ah! Fuck!”  You cry out in pain.

“You like it when I hurt you,” Hisoka observes.  “I felt you tighten around my cock.”  His pace slows again.  “Tell me how much you love it when I hurt you.”

Chrollo

“What was that?”  Chrollo asks, voice soft.  His hands tighten on your hips as you smirk down at him.

“You heard me.”  You cock your head.  “Beg me.”

Chrollo’s lips twitch into a half smile.  “Beg you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Before you can answer, Chrollo has you underneath him, chest pressed into the mattress, your wrists pinned behind your back.  Chrollo abruptly enters you again, causing you to squeal into the mattress.

He immediately begins rocking into you, drawing out gasps and sighs when his cock brushes against your g-spot.  “Hm... ____, you’re nothing but a whore for me, aren’t you?” 

You try to twist out of his grasp, to regain the control you lost, but find you are hopelessly held in place.  Trapped.

“Aren’t you, ____?” Chrollo pauses, his hips stilling as he leans down to whisper in your ear.  “Tell me, _____, what are you?”  His grip on your wrists tighten dangerously.

You swallow at his words.  “I’m a whore.”

“Whose whore?”

“Yours.”

“Hmm.”  He nips your ear.  “And tell me, _____, why would a whore think she can make me beg?”

You don’t answer, instead opting to try to move against him in an effort to get him to fuck you again.  

“Answer me, _____.”

“I-”  your cheeks burn with arousal and shame.  “I’m sorry, Chrollo, please...”

“I didn’t ask for an apology.  I wanted an answer.” His voice is smooth and soft as always.  His cock, still buried within you, is still hard.  He’s enjoying this.

#smuttastic #chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck #hisoka

[sydneystillmakesmehappy]

on a lonely day in los angeles i come across a dude who’s tall and blonde. i get nervous quick because he’s so handsome, so i reassure myself and walk up to him and say hi my names kishana and yours? C: said hey i’m colson. what’s up? i responded with nothing much bout to get some coffee, i couldn’t help myself but make conversation with you because you’re a handsome fella 😅. C: oh thanks you’re quite pretty too. K: wanna grab some coffee it’s on me 😚. C: sure, caffeine for the heartache. you don’t have to pay though. K: nahhh i insist. C: alright. couple hours later we seem to have a lot in common. C: dang i’m sorry that you went through all that. and what your mom did that’s effed up. K: yeah i guess man 😪 but maybe she’s happy and have little kids running around. i don’t stress abt it i was only 6 months old. C: true true but still... if i could change anything i would ask why she left..😪😐. K: true. anywayssss you know what else we got in common. C: what? K: DJJJJJJJJ KHALLLEEEDDDD. 🤣 C: Hahuh, that was it? K: nah i just wanted to say that, we make music i’ve been at it for three years i’m a rookie 😋 C: that’s sick 🤟 K: bruh i’m so ready for your album it’s gonna change everybody’s perspective on you, you’re gonna change lives. 🤪 C: rightttt i’m truly proud with some of the songs 👀👀 K: awww yeahhh that’s what i’m talking about LACEEE UPP! why are you here is such a bop like bruh 🤤. C: glad you like it well i got to go home hit my line. K: hit your line? you mean as in text right? how am i gonna text you when i don’t have your number dummy. C: oh right here it is. ###-###-####. alright see you later dawg K: deuces ✌️ two days later he shot a text asking if i want to come over 👀 K: heck yeah i’ll be omw 😈 C: yoooo wassup this is the crib 😈 K: oh nice i remember when monster did a tour or something that was lit 😤🤟 C: rook and the crew ain’t here so we got the place to ourselves. K: oh where they at? C: slim is probably at the strip club and rook is probably at a coffee place 😂. K: coo coo, so what’s your uhhh favorite peep song? mines neverland and about u. C: shoot, too many to count. K: i feel ya that’s how i feel with your songs. C: ah who’s ya favorite rapper? K: he goes by machine gun kelly you know him 🤣? yeah you’re my favorite rapper no cap C: that goof i don’t know him 🤣🤣🤣 thanks. K: can u play some music ? C: yeah fosho u can connect to it. K: word imma play baddest 🙂 C: ohhhhh word 😎👀 Later that evening i get bold and we set a vibe and i have no clue if he’s gonna make a move or not so i go in for the kill. and luckily i got a pedicure 👀👀 C: oh shiiiiiiiiii 🤪😱 i totally didn’t kno u we’re gon do that but don’t stop K: uhmmmmfff don’t stop? 😫😉 ok daddy C: how you do that with your mouth 😩 K: (stops what i’m doing for a min) ion kno tbh it just has a mind for its own. C: (picks me up and takes me to his room) oh shiiii white toenails, a masterpiece 🤤🤤🤤😩 K: yeah i just got a pedicure earlier today. enough talk..👀👀👀 C: hold up lemme put on a rubber. an hour or more went by and i’m like totally down for round 2 but the manz is tired K: that was crazy i didn’t kno i was that flexible C: i didn’t kno either. K: i can go if u want me to or i can fix u dinner 🙂 C: hah yeah u can totally fix dinner fine by me i made him dinner and we talked and i left later K: (thoughts) that’s crazy this is crazy i can’t believe i just smash colson bruh the works of life is funny how it makes two people come across each other

tune in for future fanfics coming whenever i feel like it

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk

[hockeyandhimbos]

a lil TLC with ya boi TK

@seggstars asked: Can you write something about the reader taking on extra responsibility at work and burning themselves out and TK is there to help them realize that they need a break and to focus on some self care? Thanks love! xoxo

first off I love you and your writing so much ahhh <3 v hype that you’re my first requester!!

ok now on to the good shiiii (doing it headcanon style to warm up, but if you want a lil blurby bit let me know!):

alright alright alright

so you’ve always been a go-getter at work and school

group / collaborative projects? ain’t even worried about it, you know you’ll do well on your portion of the work

but your hardworking nature can def take its toll

whether it’s lack of motivation, anxiety, burnout, or procrastination, everyone reaches the point where they hit a wall

and of course teeks is no different- he gets it

but he’s such a ball of chaos that he doesn’t realize how you’re feeling right away

it’d only be after you don’t respond to his typical goofs and wisecracks like usual that he’d know something was wrong

“babe, you good?” said with a lil crinkle in his brow

his brown eyes looking at you with concern

and you break down and finally release everything that’s been weighing on your shoulders

getting out all the stress, tension, anxiety, and exhaustion caused by work you usually enjoy, or at the very least, handle

travis would immediately scoop you into his arms and hold you as you’re talking to him, letting you cry, rant, sniffle, whatever you need to get out of your system

snuggles you as tightly or loosely as you prefer, knowing that sometimes a good squeeze can really help

he’s def a hair-stroker when he’s comforting someone. just pets u real nicely

and once you felt more calm, he’d help you with getting ready for bed 

tagging along with your night routine, whether it’s him helping detangle your hair after a shower, gently washing your face to remove whatever makeup you might have on, or rubbing lotion into your back and shoulders

settles you into bed and brings you a mug of your favorite hot drink and a snack for you two to share

if you’re more of a solution-oriented person, he’d lay in bed with you and help you plan out a less stressful way of getting your work done by scheduling little parts at a time, splitting things into bits and pieces so you don’t overload yourself and reminding you to pace things

or if you’re just needing some r&r and a way to get your mind off things, he’d turn on your guilty pleasure tv show before he goes into the kitchen to pack you a lunch for tomorrow so it’s one less thing for you to think about (I totally headcanon “acts of service” to be one of travis’ main love languages)

either way he’d definitely either A. sneak a note of encouragement into your work bag or B. send you a text during your workday to bring a smile to your face and just check in with how you’re feeling

definitely reminds you to drink water and slips snacks into your bag whenever you leave the apartment

and I think if it was close to a bye-week, he’d plan a little impromptu trip back home where the two of you could enjoy fishing, hammock naps, and home-cooked meals without the worries of work

#travis konecny #tk #teeks #travis konecny imagine #travis konecny headcanons

[headspace-hotel]

krav maga aesthetic

your knuckles have been open wounds for like two months straight because you made the mistake of not using gloves and you reopen the scabs every time you punch 

that acrid smell of sweat and vinyl that smells like home 

literally every technique is kick them in the balls. that’s all you need to know. just kick them in the balls 

knees knees knees 

that one guy who always sweats like a faucet and trying to grab him is like grabbing a slippery fish 

*sees instructor doing a technique* wtf did I just watch I’m never going to be able to do that *is doing it a week later* 

*goes to class and kills it the whole way through* IM LITERALLY CHUCK NORRIS *next class* i have the skill and technique of a newborn kitten 

the new guy who apologizes every time he hits you 

Literally getting the breath knocked out of you and gulping like a fish until your instructor laughs and tells you to sit down 

“Pick a partner around your size...” oh no 

when you get something that’s been taking you forever to get and everyone is so. happy. for you. even though you don’t even know them that well. 

*gets hit really hard* that’s gonna leave a bruise *no bruise there but 3 other bruises of totally mysterious origin* 

can’t...do...one...more...pushup...*somehow does one more pushup*

that feeling of awakening your Inner Lioness  

trying to talk in a mouthguard

im confused but my partner can’t explain shit because their mouth is stuffed with a mouthguard

forward rolls. your partner: Are you ready? You: Ye- *faceplants* 

whO’S BLEEDING ON THE MAT 

doing a technique correctly for the first time and feeling P O W E R F U L 

it turns out that seeing stars when punched is an actual, non-metaphorical thing 

*gets mule kicked by someone twice your size* wheeeeee dont mind me im just going airborne 

when it’s not a bit weird to have your legs wrapped around a random acquaintance’s waist--oH CRAP THEY”RE ATTRACTIVE 

that moment when you’re sparring and at last you land a strike taking them completely off guard

basically just getting the shit beat out of you in sparring the very next day 

oh thank god the instructor is monologuing I caN FINALLY CATCH MY BREATH 

first time coming home after class; Im covered in the sweat of like 12 people this shirt goes in the washer IMMEDIATELY!! 100th time coming home after class: I can go a fourth class without washing this thing right 

the music of kick paddles...mmm 

*practicing technique* i am a powerful warrior *drilling technique* OH SHIIII-

just. drilling in general 

instructor: HIT THEM HARDER THEY CAN HANDLE IT 

C O N T I N U O U S  S T R A I G H T  P U N C H E S 

ok doing this technique with someone who’s 100 pounds is uhh a lot different than someone who is 300 

when you’re terrible at being a Bad Guy

instructor: For this next drill I have something fun planned Everyone, internally: oh no 

sticking your mouth guard in your belt and then...putting it back in your mouth...and trying not to think about it

holding pads for someone and they almost dislocate your shoulder 

I’ve been doing this wrong for a whole week....?...oh...whoops...

the last step of the technique is “kick his ass” 

when in doubt, strike the groin 

thats it 

when your partner is on top of you raining down continuous straight punches and you’re privately wondering when you get to breathe lol

instructor: dont kill them Your drill partner: >:) 

no really where *is* the blood coming from 

#krav maga #martial arts #kravist #sparring #techniques

[krazykarny1031]

Kirideku.

Chapter 1 : Party Time

Izuku POV

Aizawa sensei may have made a huge mistake. He had let the class throw a dorm party to celebrate the fall break of their second year. It has turned into a catastrophe. How did Kaminari even get this much alcohol past Principal Nezu and All Might!? I was now watching all of my classmates get completely drunk. Denki, Mineta, Ochako, Iida, and Jirou were all currently so wasted out if their minds.

Denki looked more dumb than when he over used his quirk.

Mineta was passed out on the floor surrounded by the broken remains of a Jack Daniel's bottle.

Ochako and Jirou were sitting in a corner together giggling at literally nothing.

And Iida was currently in one of the bathrooms with his head thrown in the toilet. No one thought he would even be drinking.

Aoyoma, Hagakure, Mina, and Sato faired a little better but not much. Aoyoma was currently the only one dancing to the music. Slowly trying to get a lightly drunk Shinsou to join him....by dancing mostly on him. Very, sexually.

Hagakure and mina had joined Sato in eating most of the snacks.

Tokoyami, Yaoyurozu, Kacchan, and the previously mentioned Shinsou were all handling the alcohol. The had some minor slips, but the could still form functional sentences. Tokoyami was leaning on a very lightly buzzed Shoji. Telling the tall male how much he loved and appreciated him and his kindness. Yaoyurozu has decided to sit in front if the tv that was playing some cooking show from America. Shinsou was trying very hard to not 'dance' with the attractive sparkly blond who was now grinding against his crotch. Now I should have expected what Kacchan would do. Because he had snuck some of his mothers alcohol stash over to my house when we were kids. He can be very.... kind and loving. He was currently smiling at me and hugging me.

"Y-ya know nerd. You... are like my best friend. I.. I have always looked at you and been inspired to work so hard. That's why I was so mad at All Might! I-i wanted to be y-your hero! You were my friend to protect." Kacchan explained. He currently looked like a relaxed, happy version of himself and smelled like the strong fruity cocktail that Shoji had made for Todoroki and Kacchan.

I couldn't help but whisper a very soft "t-thank you Kacchan"

"Of course you nerd!" He hugged me very tightly.

"Shouldnt you go check on Uraraka, Bakugou?" Came the soft sturdy voice of Shouto.

Kacchan soon left to the corner the Ochako and Jirou occupied.

"T-thank you Todoroki-kun." I said

He nearly shrugged and drank the cocktail silently.

Sero, Todoroki, and Shoji were much stronger drinkers than anyone in the room. Sero and Todoroki shared small talk and sipped their handmade drinks. Made by none other and Mezou Shoji himself. He had an extensive knowledge thanks to his habit of reading large amount of books. Shoji was smiling and holding onto his small boyfriend, Tokoyami. They had become an item not too long after their first year in class started.

Oijirou, Tsuyu, Koda, and myself had opted out of drinking. Tsuyu so that she could keep an eye out for the girls. Oijirou because he had decided that alcohol just never did anything for him. Koda said he would never do that until he was of age. And myself for personal reasons. Kacchan knew I could get hurt if I drank. So he made sure that no one could try to give me anything. Until he got drunk himself.

You see, I'm almost as bad as Uraraka-san if I drink. You could ask me to do anything and I'd do it. You see my problem. It's very dangerous. We had all decided to stick with sodas and water for now.

The last one I haven't mentioned is Kirishima-kun. He's a bit.... different when drunk. He's not as bad as Iida or Ochako but worse that Kacchan and Tokoyami.

Eijirou has hit on all of the girls most of the guys and 5 inanimate objects since he got drunk earlier. He hasn't tried anything with Shoji, Tokoyami or me.

He's usually a very kind and caring guy. He's also a very attractive guy. I mean of he was sober and flirting with me. I would most certainly not mind.

He's a very flirty, sexual person when he's drunk. He gains this aura of hotness and sexiness he doesn't usually carry, with a new load of confidence as well.

His hair was down and loosely forming around his face. He wore a pair of ripped jeans that formed lightly to his muscular legs. And a very form fitting tank top. THAT HE IS NOW REMOVING HOLY SHIIII...!!!!

"Are you staring at Kirishima, Midoriya?"

Came the voice of Shinsou who now had his arm wrapped around Aoyoma, with a giant smirk on his face.

"W-what?! N-no! I wasn't!" I yelled trying to hide my face on the couch pillows.

"N-no worries mon cher! Your secret is safe with usss~~" Aoyoma responded.

"H-he's just attractive. He wouldn't even like me like that!." I responded.

"Well how do you know?" Shinsou quipped.

"H-he hasn't tried to flirt with me tonight. He's flirted with everyone else. He even flirted with the m-microwave!" I was almost tearing up and they both could see it. They looked at each other and then at me. Then at something else I couldn't see behind me.

"Well maybe you should tell him." Aoyoma said with a giggle.

"After all he is right behind you." Shinsou smirked and pointed at Kirishima who had indeed sat right beside me in the couch. While I was telling them I liked him.

"EEEK!" I screamed and blushed trying to find something in my head to say.

"K-k-kirishima-a kun! W-when did y ki u get here.?!!?" I tried to play it cool.. in the most uncool way.

"Hey Izuku~. What were you guys talking about?." This guy... was flexing while he's talking. Flexing while fixing his hair. Damn him. He knows exactly what's going on and he's playing with me.

"Little Midoriya here has something he wants to say to you. Eijirou kun~." Aoyoma is officially my least favorite person. With the way he said it and the way he's touching on Shinsou he's implying everything.

"Oh really now~? What is it 'dude'~?" He looked and me with this predatory, hungry gaze. All I can think is I'm going to get eaten alive.

"Spit it out Izuku. It'll make you feel better if you tell him." Shinsou insists before walking away with Aoyoma.

" What is it man? What's up?" Kirishima asked slightly more serious. About as serious one could be while drunk and shirtless.

"W-well I um. May..... m-may l-l-like you" I whispered the last words. Confusing him.

"Huh? You gotta speak up a little. You can do it.~" He was teasing me again.

" I s-said. I like y-you." I closed my eyes waiting for anything. Rejection, anger, him to leave. I wasn't prepared for him to laugh.

"Hehe~ you're so cute Izuku. I heard you on my way over. I just wanted to hear you say it to me~." He looked at me. Then it hit me. He called me cute. And he heard me talking to Shinsou and Aoyoma!

I blushed about the same shade as his hair and tried to book it.

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelled trying to reach my room. He chased me and grabbed my arm before I coul reach the door knob.

"Hey now. I never said anything bad about it did I?" He looked at me waiting for a response.

"Y-you..? Do you?" I could barely get the words out of my mouth.

"Like you too? Of course I do~." Kirishima said leaning in to kiss my forehead.

He glanced back at everyone. Seeing Bakugo and Uraraka head towards the elevator giggling at each other. And Kirishima smiled a very mischievous smile and turned to me.

"I could show you how much I like you~. If you don't believe me. We could always do what they're going to do." He nodded towards the drunk couple kissing as the elevator doors closed and took them up o Kacchan's room. He reached for my rooms doorknob and gently ushered me in.

"W-wait K-Kirishima!? W-we can't!" I tried pleading.

"Why not? I thought you liked me Izuku?"

"I-i do! B- but you're drunk. I don't want to do it if you're not in a proper mindset!' I said as he closed the door and pushed us on my bed.

"So... if I sobered up really quickly you'd let me fuck you?" He said not caring about how lewd he sounded.

"T-that's not what I meant! And d-dont say it like that!" I stated.

"But why? I want to fuck you and love you. Why wont you let me?" Kirishima kept asking while sitting up and pulling me on his lap.

"B-because you're drunk! You're not completely in control of your thoughts and actions, Kirishima. "

"Eijirou."

"Huh?"

"You can call me by my first name Izuku."

"O-oh. E-eijirou. We should wait till tomorrow to talk about this."

"How about this? I want to kiss you. Let me just do that. And let me sleep in the bed with you, let me hold you. I won't do anything but that. And in the morning when I wake up and I'm sober. If I push you away or say I regret tonight, then I give give you my full permission to throw me out the window. But if hold you tight and hug and kiss you, please give me a chance. Please Izuku, just let me love you just a little. " he looked at me with such desperation and passion in his eyes I couldn't say no.

"O-okay..... you can do that E-eijirou."

I looked him deep in the eyes and nodded signaling he could have his way.

He simply gazed at me before slowly connecting our lips.

He tasted like spice. Not like peppers but like cinnamon and alcohol. He soft lips tasted like a cup of some spiced drink you would get around winter. It made my entire body go warm. It was comforting and addicting.

I pulled back slightly to look at him.

He's eyes are glazed over with lost and shining with joy.

He's smiling calmly and smoothly.

"Y-you uh.. taste l-like uh .. Christmas..?" I look at him quizzically and blushing darker.

He chuckles and responds "Thanks~. You kinda taste like an icecream cone. Super sweet." He smiles an specks my lips quickly. He picks me up and stands off the bed, me still in hand as he adjust the blankets for us to get under them.

We crawled in and he immediately pulled my back flush against his chest. I couldn't help but blush as his crotch came in contact with my butt.

" mmmm. You've got such a soft round ass Izuku.~." He tried to grind into me.

"W-wait! Y-you said we would just c-cuddle!" I squealed.

"I'm sorry. I lost control for a second. " he stopped and kissed my neck and squeezed me tighter to him.

"Good night Izuki. And I do love you but remember the deal. "

He slowly started drifting to sleep and adjusted where I was facing him before falling asleep too.

Chapter 2 continue? Y/N

#kirideku #bnha