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to make a long story very short, it's come out that rowan (aka sam aka shannon aka quinn–on twitter) who most of you may know as betheydocrimewrites, shxnonymous, or memxntomxri, is, in fact, a minor despite claiming to be 23 (for multiple years now). 14 years old, to be specific, which would've made them 12/13 when they were active on tumblr. they have multiple discord profiles, so if you're contacted by/are still in contact with eudaemonia.#4917 or quinnxotry#8798, please stop talking to them. they are a minor that is adamant about engaging with adults and adult content with no care about the adults that could put them in harm's way.
they are underaged and were involved in multiple nsfw spaces, and (on twitter) they were the mod for multiple nsfw events (at least five, if not more). it's also been alleged that they've taken money from people online during this ruse and lied about their nationality. be wary.
a lot of us, especially the community on twitter, are very shocked by this, and all of us who were involved with this person are taken aback at the moment. please know, none of us knew about this and are just as shocked as you may be. stay safe ♥️
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⭐ It’s Bokuto’s B Day ⭐
Trying a new art style and drew alders sakusa ….a bit what if thought based on some twitter stuff
I can finally post my piece for the @sakusazine left over sales are on August 22 !!!
trying new style who this....also this is posted on my bnha twitter
I can finally post my piece for the @sakusazine left over sales are on August 22 !!!
im figuring out my tablet and csp ...thank you mattsun for being an inspiration naha
9:09 a.m.
“babe.. baby… y/n… babe!” bokuto whispered loudly, gently shaking your shoulder in attempts to wake you. but you didn’t budge, only making your boyfriend pout in defeat. “you’re such a heavy sleeper,” he grumbles.
bokuto was an early bird, seeing as he always got up at 5:30 in the morning to go on his morning jog and make the both of you breakfast. but every single time he went to wake you up, it took ages because- unlike your boyfriend- you were nowhere near to being a morning person.
you let out a soft and incoherent mumble in your sleep, making bokuto’s eyes light up thinking that you had finally woken up. but when you turn over onto your back, he found that your eyes were still closed, quiet murmurs of god-knows-what slipping past your lips.
he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked while sleeping. your eyebrows slightly knit together, your lips softly smacking after a few breaths, and quiet mumbles of words sneaking out of your parted lips. “it’s time for breakfast, angel,” he says, a tiny bit louder than when he tried to wake you up earlier.
he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” he whispers in your ear, earning a soft grumble from you.
you turn over, wrapping your arm around his torso, somehow capturing him in your grasp as your leg entangles with his, your head resting atop his chest. he sighs, lightheartedly, admitting defeat. “so i guess no breakfast?” he asks your sleepy figure, gently running his fingers through your hair.
he feels you shake your head slowly, muttering out a quiet and tired ‘no’, and he chuckles. “but you gotta eat, babe. breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he responds, but you only squeeze him tighter, letting out a quiet whine of protest.
“why not?” he asks, laughing just a bit harder.
“don’t wanna.”
“and why not, babe?”
“because.”
“because why, babe?”
you nuzzle your face into his chest, your voice sending vibrations through his body as you mumble something he couldn’t quite decipher. “what was that?” he asks quietly, his hand now rubbing gentle circles on your back. you mutter something again, your words not any clearer.
“baby, you’re gonna have to repeat that,” he smiles, watching as you lift your head. he sees how your eyes are still closed, a pout placed upon your lips, and your eyebrows scrunched together. “said, i don’t wanna cause i wanna cuddle,” you let out, voice tired and a bit hoarse.
bokuto laughs again, sitting up and placing you in his lap. you rest your head against his shoulder, drifting back to sleep. “we can cuddle after you eat the delicious food i made,” he whispers, beginning to carry you down to the kitchen.
your arms drape over his shoulders, your nose nuzzling into the side of his neck. “fine,” you grumble. he chuckles again, “you’re always so grouchy.”
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he likes it when you wear his msby jersey while you're fucking in the car or lockerroom bc its like a good luck charm/ritual before a match and that also means he's got nothing keeping his back from being all marked up by you 😌
Please STOP SPAM LIKING. It will end up getting people shadowbanned and it is just very irritating. If you spam like my pieces I will block you, I don’t care if your age is in your bio
“Yer so good baby—fuck—”
There’s nothing you enjoy more than hearing Atsumu moan, really.
The sounds that slip past his kiss swollen lips are intoxicating—veering on whines sometimes and close to a growl other times. Everything he says, every sound that comes out of his mouth makes you work harder, hollowing your cheeks around his cock and lapping at the fat, drooling head to hear him make that breathy sound again.
Every time his fingers tighten in your hair you press your legs together, every time he pushes you forward your eyes roll back. You know Atsumu’s feeling smug about how much choking on his cock makes you feel good too.
“Y’look so good gaggin’ on my cock, baby,” he slurs, watching the way your back curls and your fingers dig into the muscle of his thick, thick thighs as you gag. “Love to see ya on yer knees, droolin’ all over me—so fuckin’ good—”
The sound of you slurping around his cock is embarrassing and humiliating, bringing heat to your cheeks as Atsumu chuckles around a moan.
Everything about this is messy—there’s spit dripping down onto your chest and thighs, you’re leaking onto the floor and you’re sure there’s tear streaks running down your cheeks.
But it’s incredible, it feels good, it makes Atsumu feel good, you want to cum, you want Atsumu to cum.
Atsumu can see it in your eyes—the desperation, the wordless pleading in your tear filled gaze. He almost makes a comment, almost teases you about it, but then your brows are furrowing in determination and your tongue is laving along the vein running along the underside of his cock and you’re pushing forward in a moment of his fingers falling slack among your hair and his lips falling slack on a moan.
He’s sure that if he could describe paradise, this would be it. He’s sure he’s in love with you.
(Not that he didn’t know before.)
The way your throat flutters around the head of his cock makes him nearly dizzy with pleasure, makes his fingers tighten again and his hand push you forward until your nose is buried in dark pubes.
His thighs tremble beneath your fingers the closer he gets, his moans rising in volume and lowering in pitch, teeth gritted and brow pinched.
“‘M gonna cum,” he warns you, needlessly really, and watches the way you look up at him with blown pupils as you pull back and suck at the head of his cock messily. Atsumu can’t help but throw his head back and groan at the look you give him. “C’mere, ‘m not even gonna let you taste it ‘n gonna cum so fuckin’ deep—”
Of course Atsumu makes good on his promise—of course he pulls you close once again and lets the tightening of your throat push him over the edge with a tight groan, his cum shooting down your throat and entirely missing your tongue.
The click of your throat when he pulls his cock out of your mouth is kind of disgusting, but Atsumu’s grin is bright anyway.
“Y’gonna let me make you cum now?”
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wakatoshi’s been hiding a secret from you. a pretty big one actually but he’s doing it all for you especially with you having to get right back to work after a couple of months of giving birth, and he'd seen how much distress it had caused you to be away from your little baby girl after your maternal leave was done, how much time you spent with your baby as soon as you came home, sometimes even pushing toshi out of the way to get to your baby he's mad cuz he didn't get his kiss (he's the actual babie) but he's been keeping secrets.
wakatoshi has never been good with secrets, he'd always told you whatever was going on in his mind, no matter how crazy it might seem, he didn't like keeping secrets from you,
but
he saw how tired you looked when you came home today, complaining as soon as you entered about a deal that you had to close before the other side pulled out and with a quick kiss to his lips, you made way to where your baby is, cooing slightly and the tired feeling of the day already washing out of you as soon as you set your eyes on them pulling themselves up right beside the couch and then all of a sudden,
your baby walked. sure she struggled a bit, stumbling and bouncing but yet, she walked for the first time. gasping with wide eyes you reach your hands out, encouraging them to walk a bit more towards you, you called out to wakatoshi with a quick toshi come look at her!!, and there he was standing beside where you're sitting, encouraging your bundle of joy to walk towards you both, which she did bit by bit and you suddenly felt your heart flutter and tears gather at your lash line and with a few steps there she was in all her glory, bouncing up and down and giggling with her tiny two-toothy grin at you both, with tears you picked her up and turned to look at wakatoshi, " toshi can you believe it? she walked and- and I was here to see it, oh my god she walked for the first time and I was here-" you choked on your own words hugging your little baby girl.
that night it was all you were able to talk about, and wakatoshi's heart jumped at how happy u looked and looking at your pretty face adorning the biggest smile it can carry, he determined that right then and there that he didn't have the heart to tell you that your daughter took her first steps with him earlier that day but seeing how distraught u were with how much little time you got with your baby, wakatoshi determined that this secret was something that he was carry with him until the day he died.
t. satori x f!reader
cws: f!reader, angst (w/ happy ending), talk of {depression, death, self loathing, mental illness}, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, tendou-centric, non-graphic smut
wc: 8k+
note - first repost from my old blog <33 for @sweetsbysatori
Tendou isn’t supposed to be hearing this conversation.
“Who on the team do you think is the hottest?” One girl whispers. The others giggle.
“Ushiwaka is super hot,” a second girl admits.
“Goshiki is such a cutie,” another confesses.
The girls keep going on about which of the team members are the most attractive—talking about fantasies and essentially thirsting over the team—until someone brings Tendou up.
“How do you guys feel about Tendou?” One of the girls asks. The rest scoff and assumedly roll their eyes.
“You mean the guess monster? He’s a real weirdo.” He hears.
