happy birthday to marzsies favorite woman
Prince!osamu
there are two kinds of people with that worm thing jdsbhrbs but what would miu do if the question was reversed? would she still love kokichi if he was a worm? would she still love Kiibo?
you raise a very good question
miya atsumu.
- w : female reader, mentions of pregnancy, somewhat emotional idk, tsum makes his entry at the end but we still talk ab him throughout this helppp
faint aroma of the thyme tea resting in front of you keeps you from getting bored while waiting for atsumu. it's not that he has left you somewhere alone, in fact you're at his mother's place, but you still wish he would come home a bit early, especially since the weather is getting cold as the sunset caves in.
a part of you wants to discard the tea.
"are you nervous?" atsumu's mother— your mother-in-law, of course, interjects just when you were about to get up from the chair.
"sort of," your fingers dance around the hem of your dress, a lazy smile fluttering on your lips; amidst the cold winds, you find comfort within the warmth provided by the minimal sunlight offered by the setting sun. "i wonder if i'll be a good mother,"
time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 772 words | established relationship, implied rough sex, creampie, pussy eating, ushi is the cutest <3
wakatoshi is dedicated to his routines. he wakes up at the same time every day (even on weekends), goes for a run along the same route, takes a cold shower, drives to practice and home again. then he cooks himself a healthy meal and eats it while watching old games. sometimes he studies opposing teams, making notes of their weaknesses, the positioning of their blockers, the way their libero moves. and sometimes he watches them looking for his own mistakes and ways to fix them. he takes another shower, always lukewarm at night, and goes to bed at 10 pm at the latest.
his meticulous routine starts crumbling gently at first, like dust particles coming loose. when he wakes up early one weekend, just in time for his morning run, but your hands wrap around his wrist at the first movement. all sleepy and grumbly, eyes still closed shut but muttering a decisive “no.” he should be annoyed, but you look so cute sprawled out in his bed and so he thinks he can indulge you and sleep in just this once.
once turns into twice, and then it turns into every weekend. and wakatoshi decides to let go of this one habit, especially if he gets to hear a “you’re here,” as the corners of your lips pull into a lazy smile and your arms stretch around his neck. besides, he keeps active in other ways. it’s just one small crack in the great tall dam he’s built.
but then the water comes rushing out, and you are the flood. it feels like a disaster at first, overwhelming and unfamiliar. the feeling sits heavy in his stomach. but then he finds that he doesn’t mind sitting in the water. no, he wants to drown in it. he wants every part of you - all of you - forever.
and for the first time in his life, he needs you to want him in the very same way. and when he looks around the water is sinking into the soil, not a flood but the end of a drought.
and for the first time in his life, wakatoshi feels almost thirty years of emptiness all at once. or rather, he feels the absence of it. and he’s bursting at the seams with this overpowering need to tell you how your presence has shifted the very foundations of his life. but he’s never been good with words, so he loves you the only way he knows - quietly - and he lets you fill all the empty spaces in his life.
♡ happy birthday celeste ♡
Literally more than a year later I finally got around to finishing those Despair Sisters Splatoon designs.
This time I actually tried making them accurate Inklings lol
Updated Octolings Makoto and Nagito to be more accurate under the cut:
Be open.
the mystic messenger ouran!au that everyone has surely been waiting for lolol
bonus:
★ shop ★ commission info
I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SM
This is my comic for MHA @recoveryzine It’s about social media, Bakugo and his friends :3 Hope you enjoy them!! 🙏
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This. This is SO GOOD. I am crying seriously I love bakugou and the bakusquad
He will be the best, and his friends will be right there with him
My friend sent this to her Professor today
camboy!Ushijima thoughts!
Wakatoshi always had a hard time with sex. It wasn't that he felt weird, it was more that his partners felt weird. You're so quiet, they would say. Am I that bad in bed? He never understood why they would say that. Every partner he had ever had made him cum. Was that not proof of how good they made him feel? What else did they want?
When he asked Tendou about it, the other man was quite surprised. Have you never seen porn, Wakatoshi? Listen to the sounds they make there! And so he did. He had never been particularly interested in porn, he just never really saw the appeal in it. And it didn't seem to help him much, either. There were so many different videos, so many different men. Every one of them sounded differently, behaved differently. Which one was supposed to be sexy?
Wakatoshi scrolled through tons and tons of videos. As he started reading through the comments, it seemed like people enjoyed the ones where men sounded desperate the most. The ones where they were whining, moaning, whimpering.. suppressing no sound that forms in their throats. Maybe that was what people wanted. But how was he supposed to figure out? His last "situationship" had called things off because of how he behaved in bed. So, who was he supposed to ask?
That is what led him to be in this situation. With his legs wide spread on the bed, kneeling close to the edge. His cock, legs and abdomen were all perfectly on display for his phone camera he had set up, his face safely out of frame. Porn-watchers did not need to know who he was. They just needed to tell him if he sounded hot. After all, they would be the ones to know, right?
He decided to just try out different thing, see what felt the most natural to him - he didn't want to pretend in his most intimate moments. And then, when he found something that both felt and sounded good, he would have his answer.
Carefully, he poured some lube onto his big palm, closing it before putting it back down, next to the towel he had placed on the bed. He knew that things could get messy with how much he usually came, additionally to all the lube he used. So having something close by to clean up afterwards always came in handy.
Imediately, he gripped his cock, hissing at the sensation of the still cold lube hitting his most sensitive organ. He decided to let out a quiet groan, too. Oddly enough, it felt good to be loud. To hear his low voice echo through the otherwise quiet room. He could feel the sound vibrating in the back of his throat and he let his eyes close as he leaned his head back. Completely focusing on the way that his hand felt around his shaft, he pumped himself once, twice. By the third time, he twisted his hand around the fat tip of his cock to spread the lube around.
Hah, that felt good. He used his other hand to steady himself as he leaned back slightly, pushing his hips more towards the camera. There was something thrilling about being so exposed, even if he would never openly admit that. The more he teased himself, the more he let loose. The sounds he had almost never before let out started spilling from his lips almost effortlessly. It was mix of a lot of Ahs and Ohs that made it sound like he was almost surprised by how good it felt to touch himself, like he had not done it a million times before.
It didn't take long for him to start bucking his hips up, his head dropped forward, body curling into itself. His eyes were trained on the head of his cock disappearing inside his warm, tight fist; appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing. It was like he was hypnotized by his own movements, unable to look away from the way he touched himself. His strong thighs started to move, too, bucking upward and slamming his fist down onto his hips, making sure to stroke all of his impressive length.
"Fuck!" It was the first time he had shouted, actually shouted while masturbating, or having sex. He didn't even know he was capable of doing that. But still, something about this whole set up, the camera, the knowledge that thoundsands of people would be able to see him like this, the way he had been moaning and grunting before, it all was becoming too much. He felt his self control slip through his fingers with every stroke, every wet slap of his fist against his pubes, every flick of his wrist when he reached his tip.
He could feel himself getting close but he didn't want this to end yet. He wanted more, more pleasure, more of this adrenaline rush. Desperately, he pushed a knuckle into his mouth, biting down hard as tried to suppress a whimper that escaped him nevertheless. Still, he could not stop the fast approach of his release.
"Oh God, oh God.." he whispered against his fingers, completely unable to control himself now.
His thrusts became erratic, he three his body back and forth, undecided if he wanted to lean back or curl in on himself. He had to steady himself with one hand on his knee as he pumped himself one last time. By the time his orgasm washed over him he couldn't even hear what kind of sounds he was making. He could feel his throat vibrating with his voice as he painted himself with his cum, thick ropes of it covering his abdomen, even his chest, his hand dripping with wetness, mixing with the lube splattered across his pubes.
Ushijima took his time coming down from his high and after he did, all cleaned up, he started taking his phone down. After Watching the video and making sure that his face was not visible he uploaded it. It surprised him what kind of sounds he ended up making - and surprised by how good it felt, despite having to focus on making the sounds at first.
And it felt even better once he uploaded the video. He did not expect it to get this much attention this quickly. But apparently people wanted to see porn titled Ahlete can't control his moans while fucking his fist. And apparently - just like his partners told him - they loved to hear men moan, whine, whimper, grunt. The comments were full of people adoring how he got louder and louder the longer he fucked himself. It felt good to hear it. To hear that people thought he was hot, that he sounded good, looked good, that they wanted to fuck him. He wanted to hear it more and more. He wanted to be praised more. He wanted to be seen more.
He wanted to make porn more.
+ cw: oral fixation, dry humping, vaginal penetration, fem!reader, use of pet names.
+ not really beta read, just copied this from my Google docs.
Mattsun finds it cute, no, he finds you cute.
The way your doe-like eyes fixate on his hands, trailing themselves all the way to the tips of his thick, long fingers as you sit on his lap — your pretty plaid skirt bunched around your waist. You don’t even try to hide the fact that you’ve been staring for so long.
“What is it, doll,” He asks, voice as sweet as honey as he takes a hold on your chin — cradling it between those fingers you’ve grown to adore.
You don’t answer, instead you pout as Matsukawa rubs his thumb over your pretty lips. “Gotta use your words, baby,”
“I want you,”
A breathless chuckle leaves his lips, although he wasn’t laughing at you. He found it amusing just how fascinated you were with his fingers.
“Open up for me then, pretty girl,” You do as you're told, parting your lips slightly, just enough for him to dip his fingers in. You waste no time in coating them with your saliva — swirling your tongue around his digits as you continue to suck.