Simp-thingz - -Simp_Thingz-

Thinking about….

Thinking about big, bulky, men who could easily crush you if they aren’t careful. Men that have to restrain themselves or you might die from lack of oxygen. Thinking the most about the moment you ask them to be rough with you, the way your stomach bulges from the sheer size of them and the way seeing themselves through your skin gets them off even faster. The way their eyes roll back when you groan out and beg them to choke you, their hands so much bigger compared to yours that they easily wrap around your neck and they pound into you. 

-BEELZEBUB, TOJI, SUKUNA, KIRISHIMA, BOKUTO, YAMI, and whoever else you think might fit this :)

This man has a Sir kink while he’s toppin. I will not be elaborating

This man is a switch, but when he bottoms he is such a BRAT

Like you wanna play brat tamer? He’s ya man.

He is an aftercare KING

Please don’t pull his hair very hard, poor boy has a sensitive scalp

Don’t let his attitude fool you he gets flustered over something as simple as a brush of skin while passing an object

Monoma is very loud. Like he WHIMPERS so loud his neighbors can’t help but avert their eyes as the two of you walk past.

Willing to experiment with anything that doesn’t involve bodily fluids

He’s so mellow after he’s gotten laid, it’s like he’s a whole different person

A quote from the 10th chapter of a book I'm writing :)

'I was waiting to show my mother in law my new painting so it was still propped on the easel long since dry.  Despite that I couldn’t help but wander towards it taking in the different gray brush strokes that were visible around the painted silhouette of a familiar man with horns propped up on his head and eyes as deep as all of the world's oceans. Taking the portrait of the easel I set up a clean canvas and got to work putting thoughts into paint and just as before the devil appeared in my art as though it was there solely to remind me that my soul belonged to him and him alone.'

-Opinions?

Hello there :)

I was wo dering if you could write a platonic Aizawa please :D

He has a daughter and she has a school talent show and he does everything to assist even though he has a lot of work and he made it just in time to see her doing an incredible performance

Thankssss

Thanks for the request! I tried to make it longer but I'm not sure it's much longer than a drabble.

He was running late.

After a month of everyday practice between not one but two jobs it was finally time for all that hard work to pay off and unfortunately he was running late. 

It was like the world just didn't want him to watch his daughter's performance. First his alarm didn't go off, then he got side tracked doing paperwork, and now there was traffic. If he didn't move fast he'd miss the start of your performance. 

Something that nobody really took that seriously, he still wasn't going to miss the school talent show you had been so excited for. 

The bouquet of flowers in his grasp wouldn't last forever either but it seemed he had some sort of luck, because right as he slipped into the crowded auditorium he could spot you taking the stage. With a sigh of relief he found a seat not far from the stage.

It was worth it.

The late nights prepping, the early days practicing, and the stress of it all. It was all all worth it to see you get on that stage and absolutely smash the competition, a feeling of pride swelled in his chest even as you spot him from the stage and especially as you accept the small plastic trophy that, though small, meant the world to both of you.

How would present mic, aizawa, midnight and ms joke act if one of their students sacrificed themselves to save the teachers life

Eraserhead

Devastated. Pissed. Literally any negative descriptor. We all know that his students are basically his children and to have one of them sacrifice their life? He put fear strong enough to kill a man into the villain, using it as a distraction until it was time for the parents of the student to be informed where he left their residence with his head hung low as grief radiated through the house and through himself. He can’t even sleep without seeing it on repeat again and again in his dreams and they all ended the same; with one less student then they entered the battlefield with. Overall I think he’d be the most distraught of the teachers in a situation like this.

Ms Joke.

Cannot for the life of her figure out where everything went so wrong but tries to cope using comedy. This led to her essentially ignoring her own feelings about the situation until they crashed through her mental barriers with the force of a tsunami. Slowly, things she used to enjoy seem less and less interesting, and her brain was always scattered as she fought to improve both her own strategies and that of her remaining students to prevent the situation from ever arising how it did again.

Present Mic

He was in both shock and denial for a while until it came time for him to speak at their funeral service. He gave his speech but then had to quickly excuse himself and ended up sobbing in his car as guilt overflowed and only multiplied as he spotted the students grieving family watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. He was forced into mandatory therapy before he was allowed to go back to doing his pro hero and teaching duties.

Midnight

She hadn’t noticed the villain coming up behind her until she heard the thud of bodies dropping behind her. She was distraught and wracked with guilt beyond what she knew was possible. She blamed herself for months despite knowing that the student knew full well that being a pro could cost them their life, even while in training, even when patrolling with someone more experienced. The press had a field day with the story, so much fun that it was hard for some people to tell what really happened. The only constant among all the stories was that she was to blame for the loss of that student and it haunts her everyday.

Bound Lucifer

Thinking About…

Thinking about how pretty Lucifer looks bound in rope, the red of the rope contrasting with his dark hair in a way that could only entice you to tease him further. Not that he could protest with the bit in his mouth as you tease him with one of his own feathers all while denying him the orgasm he so desperately craves as he practically ruts into the air despite being tightly bound. Despite his begging and pleading about how he’ll be a good boy if you just let him cum you continue to deny him his release for nothing but your own amusement.

It was a normal sunny day, you, of course, woke up to an empty bed, Hawks already long gone.

'Guess it's time to get up"  you thought as the clock by your bed blinked '1:30pm'  in a bright fluorescent green light.

"That's the last time I let Dabi recommend fanfiction to me" you grumbled, the angsty romance fic recommended by the burnt man having kept you up almost all night.

"What to eat, maybe......no" you looked through the kitchen nothing catching your eye. "Maybe if I just....." you mumbled climbing up onto the counters to look into higher-up cabinets 

"HOLY SHIT!" you yelled falling from your place on the counter as the phone rang loudly, breaking the silence and startling you. 

Any, of course, by the time you got to the phone it had stopped ringing.

"Man, fuck you phone, you're supposed to ring longer than 5 seconds" you groaned calling the number back. 

It was the hospital.

"oh my god, again? Seriously?" you groaned waiting for someone to answer.

Turns out, Hawks had quite the eventful night, stopping petty crimes here and there just to slip and break an ankle in a 7-Eleven of all places.

So now, instead of finding some food or fixing what you already know will inevitably turn into a nasty bruise from falling off the counter, you have to go pick up your husband from the hospital. Great.

-Time Skip: At The Hospital-

"Are you serious" You sweatdropped as the red-winged hero recalled the day's event's to you, full of excitement similar to that of a young child wanting their parents to hang up the picture they drew on the fridge.

"....And then the cashier let me have the candy for FREE!" he excitedly pointed to a bag of gummy worms on a small table beside him.

"Okay, good for you, the doctor said you suffered from a proximal tibia fracture. And I called Endeavor, you have four and a half months of paid leave" you sighed looking over the clipboard at the foot of his bed.

'Yes!" he cheered as you rose a brow at him "Really? You injured your fuckin ankle, just for some time off work?" you questioned exhaustedly 

"Well duh, now I get to stay home with you!" he cheered as a nurse came In to discharge him 

"yeah at home, in bed, while I'm at work" you smirked as you guys made it into the car.

"FUCK!"

The papers were crumpled and aged, unlike the photos in the box alongside them. The photos had certainly aged but still radiated the same warmth as the captured moment. The images contained a blonde with wings of crimson and eyes of gold, some of the man on his own and in some he was joined by a woman with rabbit years, some with a man donning a long coat, and most with a h/c hero wrapped in his grasp. It was strange, looking through these photos and remembering what is was like as each image was taken. Those feelings now lost in a memory only to be felt through images such as these. As the h/c person rifled through the photos smiling softly, the same blonde man sitting with them silently observing as they went through the box.

“You kept these?” the blonde whispered reading through the letters as their h/c partner nodded “why?” the blonde continued as the h/c hero teared up “I wanted a way to remember you” they choked out as the blonde looked at them confused “but I’m right here” the h/c person shook their head now knowing better “no, you're not” they whispered sadly glancing at the urn on their mantle the golden object shining bright as the light from the fireplace burned brightly below it.

All of a sudden all y/n could see was white as their vision faded.

💥He's torn between angry and concerned

💥 Like you hardly ever get sick but the *one* time you get stuck in the rain🌧

💥 You get sick😷

💥 Which sucks for him cause he doesn't wanna miss class

💥 But he doesn't wanna be around all those 'extras' while you're stuck in bed sick

💥So he takes fantastic care of you

💥 He'll act like he hates doing it but we all know😏

💥He *loves* taking care of you😌💅

💥"Your lucky I'm doing this"

💥"You literally don't have to though, I'll probably be sleeping it off"😒

💥"Shut up dumbass"👹

She would confess in a very classic way, outside of class with nothing but her heart on her sleeve and a letter in hand.

Literally starts floating when you reciprocate her feelings

Also floats almost anytime you fluster her (which is often)

When she started as a pro-hero, her goal was to make money, now all she wants is to protect you and the people she loves.

Her hear me out is kirby.

Ochako in a suit 🧎. That's it. That’s the headcanon.

Later in life she’d probably want to get a pet or two with you

She owns a tarot deck, probably as a gift from Jiro

She cannot take care of a houseplant to save her life

She likes to cuddle and play stardew valley <3