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ERM ERM!! Im currently in the process of writing plot for a drummer!bakugo x reader BUT first i want to know your guys opinion should I write it in second person…or third person..??

IM BOUT TO GO BROKE!! They are so cute I can't, they'll be together on my shelf FOREVER.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶

My page will majorly consist of writing for characters, and perhaps a few of my drawings as well as rants.

I will write suggestive content along side fluff, angst, and other categories!

I will not write anything I deem negative. Some examples include r@pey content, age play, you get the idea.

I will write for series like BNHA, Stardew Valley, AOT, Genshin Impact, HSR, JJK, and more.

If you do request for any character / ship outside these I will try my best to research it and write you something you could enjoy <3

I will write for female, male, and gender neutral readers. But I feel like I’ll incline myself to write more female reader than anything but ILL TRY TO MAKE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF PERHAPS EACH FANFICS..

DNI if you're homophobic, racist, sexist, or under the age of 16. This blog will be a safe place and I will do my best to maintain it that way!!

you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑩𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑮𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺.ᐟ.ᐟ ⋆.˚

NOTES— Just some random head cannons about Katsuki Bakugo ;3 Will probably write something on a few of them in the future..

When he's wearing his hearing aids he will purposely take them off as you ramble and pretend he’s listening by answering like: “mhmm” “no, no yeah” “totally”

I like to think that he's not a natural blonde but actually a brunette who bleaches and tones his hair just to look more like his mom.

He goes into his dorm room to “sleep early” but in reality, he stays up late using his phone.

He's the type to nudge, push, hit you when he actually laughs at one of your jokes

Since his hearing is impaired..whenever he listens to music inside his dorm room its always at maximum volume. Despite the UA dorms being soundproof you can still faintly hear it through the walls.

He HATES celebrating his birthday, he thinks its too corny and unnecessary but you and the rest of the class do it anyways.

When the opportunity is right he makes “that's what she said” jokes since he finds them a bit funny.

He hates physical touch but makes a SMALL exception for you. But when he deems it to be too much for him he’ll gently push you off and roll his eyes. “Okayy..knock it off" "That's enough"

He would invite himself into your dorm room, but god forbid you come into his without his permission.

When he invites you to cook with him he doesn't mean help him prepare the food, he just wants you to sit prettily and watch him cook.

He pretends to act annoyed but secretly loves it when you eat whatever he makes.

Just because he tolerates you doesn't mean you've escaped the name-calling.

He would be a heavy sleeper because of his hearing impairment, so if you wake him up he would get a bit startled but quickly change his demeanor so you won't see view as “weak.”

He has a secret sweet tooth and will secretly indulge in sugary snacks, but he'll get defensive and deny it if you catch him.

Has a strong habit of aggressively correcting others grammar or pronunciation, even if its just a minor mistake.

He's a bit of a germaphobe and would go out of his way to avoid touching things or shaking hands with people.

He hates the rain, not only because of his quirk but because of the thunder that sometimes comes with it. His hearing aids amplify the sound which forces him to take them off completely. Leaving him feeling a bit vulnerable.

He also hates the fact that bad weather makes his hearing aids malfunction. The static and cutting out frustrates him to no end.

He turns into such a geek when you talk about video games, heroes, and manga. When he notices how nerdy he starts to sound he shuts up completly.

Has an inferiority complex but..also a superiority complex somehow..??

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I have read through your N x reader post a couple of times now, and I have to say that I like it a lot. Like, a lot. I hope to see more posts like it in the future!

AW SHUCKS!! I'm really glad that you enjoyed reading the x reader Anon <33 I’ll definitely keep N in mind for future post. If you have any specific ideas or themes you'd like to see for him though..feel free to share! (⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ WARM ME UP ”

featuring. Gojo Satoru — JJK | kink. cockwarming | m. list

synopsis. It was winter time in Japan, which meant it would get colder and colder as each day passed. So naturally Satoru had gotten needier for your touch, days go by of him clinging onto you to stay warm because of the cold weather despite him not actually freezing. Finally you gave up and gave him what he really wanted.

Satoru is definitely getting needier, and it's all because of the winter cold. He's clinging onto you like a lifeline, seeking warmth and comfort in your presence. But let's be honest, you and the other teachers know exactly what he's after. He's not just looking for a cuddle buddy – he wants to fuck you senseless.

Every chance he gets, Satoru finds an excuse to touch you. Sometimes it's as subtle as brushing his fingers against yours, making your skin tingle with anticipation. Other times, he'll "accidentally" bump into you in the hallway, his body pressing firmly against yours as he steadies himself. It's like he's constantly testing the limits of your patience, pushing boundaries and seeing just how far he can go before you snap. And the thing is, you're not even sure if he realizes what he's doing half the time.

But hey, who says you can't play along? When Satoru tries to cozy up next to you, you just smile and act like you don't notice the way his eyes linger on your body or the way his breath catches when you lean in close. You know exactly what he wants, and you're more than happy to indulge him.

So, as the two of you huddle together for warmth in the teachers lounge, Satoru's fingers dance along your arm, tracing patterns on your skin that send shivers down your spine. His other hand rests casually on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles that make your legs tremble. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it's driving you crazy.

Satoru leans in closer, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers, "I can't stop thinking about you. You drive me insane, and I don't know what to do about it."

You turn to face him, your eyes locking with his, and you see the hunger burning within them. He wants you, and he wants you bad. Without saying a word, you stand up and take his hand, leading him out of the teachers lounge and into his sleeping quarters.

As you lead Satoru to his extra room on the campus, his heart races with anticipation. The moment you're both hidden he pushes you up against the wall, his body flush against yours. His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs, "Fuck. I can't take it anymore. I need you."

His hands roam your body, fingers slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. You gasp as he nips at your earlobe, sending tingles down your spine. "Satoru," you breathe, arching into his touch.

Your hands slide down his back, pulling him closer. Satoru groans, his hips grinding against yours. "You’re so warm," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. "I need to have you, right now."

Without warning, he spins you around and presses you face-first against the wall. His hands work quickly to undo your pants, shoving them down just enough to expose your ass. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as you feel his hard length pressing against you, separated only by the thin fabric of his boxers.

Satoru leans over you, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzles into your neck. "I've wanted you for so long," he confesses, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. "Satoru..." you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. "I... I feel the same way."

Satoru's eyes widen, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before it's replaced by a smirk. "Is that so?" he purrs, his hand sliding around to cup your cheek. "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

And with that, he turns your head and kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all his pent-up desire into the embrace. Your hands fist in his shirt, tugging him closer as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours.

Satoru pulls back from the kiss, his breathing heavy as he gazes down at you with lust-filled eyes. "I want you to warm me up," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel your mouth around my cock."

Your eyes widen at his bold request, a blush spreading across your cheeks. But the thought of pleasuring him like that sends a thrill of excitement through you. "Satoru," you breathe, your hands sliding down to palm his erection through his pants. "Are you sure?"

He groans at your touch, his hips bucking forward. "Fuck yes," he hisses, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I need your mouth on me, Please."

Swallowing hard, you sink to your knees, your hands working to free his cock from the confines of his pants. As it springs free, you can't help but admire the impressive size, already hard and throbbing with need.

Leaning forward, you run your tongue along the length, savoring the taste of his skin. Satoru hisses above you, his grip on your hair tightening. "That's it," he encourages, his voice strained. "Take me into your mouth."

Hesitantly, you part your lips and wrap them around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Satoru lets out a low moan, his head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, just like that," he praises, his hips rocking slightly. "Your tongue feels so good."

Emboldened by his praise, you take him deeper, inch by inch, until he hits the back of your throat. You relax your jaw, letting him slide further in, your nose nestling against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft.

"Shit," Satoru gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair. "You're taking me so well. Fuck, your mouth is perfect."

You hollow your cheeks and begin to suck, your head bobbing up and down his length. Satoru's moans fill the air, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fucks your mouth.

As you continue to pleasure Satoru with your mouth, you can feel his cock throbbing against your tongue. He's so hard, so ready for you. You take him deeper, relaxing your throat muscles to accommodate his impressive size. Satoru's moans grow louder, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your movements.

"Fuck, y/n," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure.

You hum around his cock, sending vibrations through him, and he groans in response. His hips start to move faster, thrusting into your mouth with increasing urgency. You can tell he's getting close, and the thought of tasting him sends a thrill through your body.

Suddenly, Satoru pulls you off his cock, leaving you gasping for air. He hauls you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you against the wall once more. "I need to be inside you," he growls, his hands fumbling with your pants dropping them lower. "I can't wait any longer."

You help him remove your clothes, desperate for the feeling of his skin against yours. Once you're both naked, Satoru lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his cock. "Tell me you want this," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."

"Satoru," you moan, arching your back and pressing your hips against his. "I want you so badly.“

With a low groan, Satoru sheaths himself inside you, filling you completely. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, before he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow and deep at first, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel every inch of him, the way he's stretching you, claiming you as his own. He pants, his lips trailing kisses along your neck. "You feel so good around me. So tight and perfect.”

Satoru continues to thrust into you, his pace becomes more urgent, more demanding. Each stroke is harder, deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your breath catch. You can feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core, ready to snap at any moment.

"Satoru," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm close. Don't stop."

He groans, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Me too," he grunts, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill you up.“

You can feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling his impending release. Your own orgasm is just seconds away, and you're desperate for that final push. "Come for me." you urge, your gummy walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you come inside me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Satoru buries himself deep within you, his cock pulsing as he releases his load. The sensation of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge, and you come undone, your body shaking with the force of your climax.

Satoru collapses against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you both struggle to catch your breath. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "You're amazing."

As you both come down from your high, Satoru doesn't pull out of you. Instead, he holds you close, his softening cock still nestled inside your warmth. "Can I stay like this?" he asks, his voice vulnerable. "I don't want to let you go yet."

You nod, a content smile spreading across your face. "Mhhm," you hummed "I don't want to let you go either."

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SKSHSEHA [tiktok smirk] drew a lil something for my..friend heh. (Was bribed with the promise of vbux/robux) SORRY I FUCKED U UP A LITTLE FUMI </33

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𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 // 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙪

Part 4!! Hawks x Assistant — random messages somewhat coordinated ༉‧₊˚

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ ALL IN ” m.list

featuring. Aventurine — Honkai Star Rail | kink. makeup sex

synopsis. Aventurine used to be your partner in crime until he left you abruptly when a gamble went wrong, which he took all the money for, leaving you with nothing except hatred for the man. He makes up for it later on, but not with the money he owed you.

content warning. Smut, kissing, p-to-v, semi-dominant reader, submissive male lead, make-up sex, sarcastic banter, and more!..

The noise of the casino was a dull roar in your ears as you nursed a whiskey at the bar. It had been over a year since you last set foot in this place—not since that night when a careless wager ended with you being hunted and on the run.

You could feel his presence before you saw him—that arrogant aura demanding everyone's attention. Sure enough, through the crowd swaggered the man you'd hoped to never cross paths with again. Aventurine.

His violet eyes lit up in faux surprise upon finding me. "My lucky charm returns!" he exclaimed, sliding onto the stool next to yours. You grimaced. "Don't."

But Aventurine was undeterred. "Still angry, I see. Can't we put the past behind us?"

You glared sideways at him. "Do you even recall the past you're referring to? The months I spent fearing for my life because of stupidity?"

For once, a sliver of uncertainty entered his charming smirk. "It was just business, nothing personal."

Heat rose in your cheeks. In a swift motion, you grabbed his collar, yanking him nose-to-nose with you. "Just business?" you growled. "You left me for dead, leaving me to pay off a debt that wasn't mine to begin with."

Aventurine's smile is long gone now. And you took some satisfaction in seeing the unease grow in his eyes.

“You’ve grown awfully feisty,” he said, and at that moment, the noise of the casino faded into background noise as the both of you stared at each other. Aventurine's eyes roamed your face, lingering in a way that set your nerve endings alight.

You knew you should walk away; this man had caused you nothing but trouble. And yet, part of you yearned to make him understand and truly feel the pain he had inflicted so carelessly onto you.

"You're right; I've changed," you said quietly. "I'm not the naive fool who trusted you before. Now I see you for what you are.”

 Aventurine winced, the barb finding its mark. "And what am I, pray tell?"

"A selfish, reckless coward who plays with people's lives for the thrill without care for the fallout."

 He sighed, raking a hand through his golden hair. For the briefest moment, regret flashed in his amethyst gaze.

"What do you want from me?”

The open vulnerability in his question caught you off guard. Was this supposed to be an olive branch or a trap? You leaned in slowly, scanning his face for deceit.

 “An apology. I want an apology.” you repeated.

Aventurine's throat bobbed as he seemed to grasp for words. You could see the pride warring within him—he who so rarely answered to anyone. Maybe this time he realized, how his reckless actions had pushed things over the line.

"I..." He began softly, then trailed off into tense silence once more. The urge to wipe that contrite look from his face and replace it was strong. Old habits die hard.

You raised a brow, waiting expectantly for what you were owed. Aventurine sighed again, steeling himself as his eyes met with yours steadily.

"You were right to call me out. I caused you harm without thought of consequence." His voice was low, but it carried an undercurrent of raw sincerity. "For that, I'm sorry."

You searched his face for any hint of dishonesty but found only openness laid bare. Maybe this was the closest thing to regret you would ever see from him.

A heavy silence fell as his apology hung in the air. Aventurine gazed at you, with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Your apology is a start," you said at last. "But words alone won't undo the past."

Aventurine furrowed his brows, pride flickering anew at the insinuation that he was not yet redeemed. "Then what would?"

Slowly, an idea took form—one that might offer the both of you a kind of closure. You inched closer, matching his earlier brazen invasion of your personal space. Lowering your voice, you replied.

"Prove to me your regret is sincere. Prove you've learned self control."

Your gaze traced his lips and his throat, lingering in a way that made the meaning abundantly clear to him.

"Here? Now?" He whined

You tilted your head, a half-smile on your face. Unless you fear you can't prove yourself, gambler. Are the stakes too high this time?"

 Aventurine's responding smirk held a razor's edge. "Never, jewel. Name your game."

The dice were cast and your next play had begun. The both of you being all in.

Without another word, Aventurine took your hand and led you through the casino crowd, his usual swagger returning. The both of you navigated the flashing lights and clattering machines until reaching the elevators.

Once the doors closed, all pretense of space between the two of you had vanished. Aventurine pinned you against the mirrored wall of the elevator, capturing your lips in a deep longing kiss that stole your breath away. You moaned, threading your fingers through his golden locks to drag him impossibly closer.

Too soon, a cheerful ding announced you had arrived to your destined floor. Aventurine took your hand again and hurried you down the plush corridor, only pausing to scan the keycard at the door of the luxurious suite.

The lock clicked open, and the two of you tumbled inside in a tangled mess of limbs, mouths still fused together. You kicked the door shut and let Aventurine lift you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the hotel bed.

Gently, he laid you out amidst the silken sheets, hovering over you with hooded eyes that promised pleasure beyond reckoning.

"Now then," he purred. Aventurine's skilled fingers made quick work of the buttons on your shirt, brushing his fingers across your skin that raised goosebumps in their wake. You sat up to slide the fabric off and return the favor, letting your hands linger across his toned abdomen, feeling each hitch of breath under your caress.

Your lips met once again as the both of you rid each other of your clothes. Aventurine leaned back to admire his handiwork, violet eyes alight with hunger.

"Exquisite, as I remember," he murmured, tracing nonsensical patterns on your thighs and then drawing them further apart. His touch traveled upwards to the apex, that's now fully bare for him.

Two could play in torment. You rolled deftly so that you could straddle his hips, you glanced down at his need that pressed hot and rigidly against you.

Aventurine's eyes sparked with sudden intrigue, taken aback by your boldness in wrestling back control. You smiled coyly, relishing the chance to toy with him as he had done to you for so long.

Slowly, teasingly, you positioned yourself above his length, feeling him pulsing with urgency against you. But you remained still, drinking in his growing frustration with barely contained delight.

"Impatient as ever, I see," you said softly into his ear. "Maybe now you'll understand the torture of wanting and not having."

Aventurine groaned, his hands settling firmly on your hips in a silent plea. Ever the gambler, refusing to fold so easily. "Then proceed, my darling jewel. Let's see if you can best me”

His challenge spurred you on. Bracing your hands against his muscled abdomen, you gradually lowered onto his velvet length with a drawn-out moan. Aven's eyes rolled back ecstatically, though he continued biting back his release through sheer will alone.

You set a maddeningly slow pace, grinding your hips each time you were fully joined with him.

Aven' writhed, at each grind of your hips drawing sounds of pleasure and desperation from his throat. His hands clenched bruisingly against your waist as you continued the sweet torture, denying him release.

"Please..." he whimpered, the sound foreign on his usually cocky tongue. You smiled, leaning down to nibble along his jawline.

"Please what?” you breathed in his ear. "I want to hear you say it."

Aven growled in frustration and pride, battling his body's demands. You rolled your hips firmly, rubbing against that spongy spot within that sent jolts of desire piercing through him. His resolve shattered.

"Please, let me come," he gasped, clinging to you desperately. "I need you...I need to feel you fall with me."

Hearing the great Aventurine begging so prettily tore away your last shred of self-control. You quickened your pace, swirling your hips with abandon as he cried out beneath you.

"That's it; let go for me," you rasped, your own end crashing towards you in tempting waves. Two more rolls of your hips, and Aventurine threw his head back with a guttural groan, clenching impossibly tight around you as he found his peak.

The feeling of him pulsing inside dragged you relentlessly over the edge. You threw your arms around his neck to muffle your shouts of ecstasy against his skin. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through you, as Aventurine's hands splayed on your back as if trying to meld both your souls as one.

As the last waves of euphoria washed over the two of you Aventurine’s hands gently traced soothing patterns up and down your back. You lay breathless against his chest, savoring the peaceful afterglow.

Aventurine pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “Let's do it one more time.” “I believe I haven't redeemed myself just yet..”

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