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Hello there sexy
doodle with a new brush
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Omg i love hidan's hair!!! 😍‼
KakuHida Week - Day 1 - Prison AU
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“Get busy living or get busy dying…”
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This is so gorgeous!!! It needs to be a postcard!! ♥️♥️
Kakuhida Week - Day 2 - Body Horror
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Aaaaaaaaaay!!! It's my fav time of the year!!
@kakuhidaweek Kakuhida Week Day 1 - Prison AU
AU of “I Love You Phillip Morris” fuck yeah
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Omg i love this
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Omg omfg ommmfggg this is so fucking sweet!!!! Thank you so so much!!! You totally nailed it!! He would indeed be my favorite canvas!!!!!!! And i would totally drool with every stroke hahaha thank you so so much!! I has having a shitty day but this made so happy!!!
@syndellwins : Cancer + Bokuto + purple
literally writing for bokuto brings me actual happiness :( thank you for requesting!
Periwinkle’s 100 follower event (closed)
Boktuo was never one to sit still and do peaceful things with you yet there he was, painting with you. Or rather you were painting on him. Despite the occasionally ticklish fidgeting, he had been the one to suggest you paint on him once he witnessed the smile on your face drop after you had gotten excited to paint with him only to not have any canvases. That’s what led to him being before you, shirtless and aimlessly talking to you about the day he had as you hovered over his back with the paintbrush in your hand, doing your best to capture the pinks and purple hues of the sunset sky while reminding him to keep still every once in a while. While you didn’t do it purposely, your mind wandered from actively paying attention to zoning in on the details of your canvas. He truly was a work of art. “Hello? Earth to y/n?” Bokuto interrupts your admiration as he turns his head as best as he could to look back at you. “ everything okay? You stopped painting, just when it was starting to not feel ticklish and actually feel nice” he pouts, his hair deflating slightly. “Sorry Bo, didn’t mean to” you shake your head lightly as you dip your brush in paint once again. “I was just admiring you. You’re really beautiful you know” you mused, rendering him uncharacteristically speechless and flustered.
#periwinkleblue's 100 follower event#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#Bokuto Koutarou#bokuto x reader#i love it#i will print this hahaha#so sweet#omfg
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Holy shit holy shit holyyy shiiit!! Omg!!! Lazy sex day!!! And a follow up!! Yeah baby that's not a friendship BAHAHAHAHA. And Kuroo including her in his life plans? Even if it sounds small about his internships he did het upset and needy for her, holy shit! I'm loving every word of this!!!
part eleven | light me up
*ﾟ+.*. you’re tired of being the only that isn’t getting any. or at least, the only one who’s never gotten any before.
so when you decide to take matters into your own hands, it’s only natural that you’d want some guidance. and who better to ask than your attractive, kind, experienced co-worker, kuroo?
*ﾟ+ pairing: kuroo tetsurou/f! reader
*ﾟ+ genre: fluff, smut ment.
*ﾟ+ word count: 2.2k
*ﾟ+ warnings: brief sex mentions. still mdni
*ﾟ+ a/n: short chapter >.> also new colour scheme that matches the blog better :3
*ﾟ+ prev | m.list | next +.*.
Time moves very oddly for the rest of the day.
One minute you’re being woken up by the glare of the sun, sitting high and bright in the sky, and the next, you’re wrapped up in the body beside you, taken over by an inexplicable sort of need that Kuroo seems to feel too.
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Ugh, i need to vent.
I feel like shit today. It’s been a while since i’ve felt like this. My shrink discharged me last year and because of the pandemic i haven’t been able to get a hold of my psychologist, but i’ve been doing good, or so i thought. Battling depression was not easy but i thought i was in the clear.
A month ago my teeth started falling out. I’ve lost 2 to cavities and i might lose a 3rd one, and today i got some results that state that i’m morbidly obese.. wich is now endangering my current job (a job i finally manage after more than 2 years being jobless). I was sent to see a cardiologist.. the medical bills keep piling one after the other and it’s so overwhelming to BE like this today. I really never realized i was this fat, and i hate myself for it.
This is the fallout of depression that nobody talks about. The consequences.. i remember a time when i barely got out of bed, weeks at a time, sometimes i didn’t eat let alone brush my teeth, other days i ate insane ammounts of fast foods.. and i don’t know.. i just don’t know how will i be able to lose all this weight. I work a full time job and i get home to online classes.. I’m spending 18+ hours in front of my laptop 5 days a week, and i have no energy left on weekends, but i want to keep this job, i want to get more experiencie, i want to be healthy but all i see in the mirror is failure. I’m a mess.
I’m sorry about this rant. Just.. i needed to get it out. I don’t want to worry my parents. And if i didn’t let it out i was gonna cry at work, ugh. Also, my english is kinda broken, sorry about that too.
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Fuck yes!!! *i'm screaming*
I'm so happy your finals are over!!! You need to rest 💜 you deserve it!
And omg this chap is just so.. KYAAAA!!!! I was eagerly waiting!!!! Gaahh why is Kuroo so fucking sweet and sexy? I'm dying here!!!!!!
part eight | look
*ﾟ+.*. you’re tired of being the only that isn’t getting any. or at least, the only one who’s never gotten any before.
so when you decide to take matters into your own hands, it’s only natural that you’d want some guidance. and who better to ask than your attractive, kind, experienced co-worker, kuroo?
*ﾟ+ pairing: kuroo tetsurou/f! reader
*ﾟ+ genre: fluff
*ﾟ+ word count: 3.2k
*ﾟ+ warnings: language, probably nsfw mention
*ﾟ+ a/n: exams were great/horrible, glad to be back on board
*ﾟ+ prev | m.list | next +.*.
The fatigue sets in immediately after he shuts the apartment door behind you and you manage to stumble to his couch before slumping against its cushions.
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Omg this is so hot
Cake Smash | Bakugo Katsuki X Reader | BNHA
warnings: 18+! Recreational drug use, alcohol use, mutual masturbation... spit & cum eating
wc: short! lmao
a/n: happy belated birthday, king. @thewheezingwyvern made me want to jump out of a cake for you, so the world gets this lil messy fic!
You only turn thirty once.
That’s what Kirishima’d said when he brought up his wild idea to you and your group of friends over soju and Mario Kart: “You only turn thirty once, so why not do it with a bang? Pun intended.”
Mina and Denki chuckle, Sero lights a blunt and sighs, “your proposition, Red Riot, sir?” He asks, dark eyes fixed on the towering Pro Hero before he hits it.
“We throw a big party— like, huge— then we all sing happy birthday and a stripper pops outta the giant cake,” he grins, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and nose. Jirou’s just beat you in a one-on-one through Luigi’s castle, so you’ve squeezed between Mina and Kirishima on the sofa.
“But strippers have germs,” Denki mocks, taking the blunt from Sero, his other hand gesturing animatedly.
“One of us, then,” you interject, wriggling to rest your head on one of Kirishima’s monstrous thighs, your calves on Mina’s. “I volunteer Denki as tribute.” You snigger, watching as the blonde tries to simultaneously inhale and process your words.
“No, it’s... you, Jirou, or Mina,” Denki’s eyes bulge as he fights back the urge to cough up smoke. “He’ll attack one of us, but I don’t see him hitting a girl at his 30th,”
“Gotta agree,” Mina sighs dramatically, “unfortunately.”
“Not it,” Jirou downs a shot of soju, “‘sides, Momo’d kill me.”
“That’s fair,” you mutter, glancing over at Mina, “race for it? Loser’s stuck in the cake?” You ask, waving the joycon nonchalantly.
Her face lights up, and she catches the controller Jirou tosses at her, “you’re on.”
You grin to yourself; you’re terrible at Mario Kart.
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So now you’re sitting in the cake, in a skin-tight Dynamight costume— that’s more like a long-sleeved swimsuit because Dumbass Denki ordered the sexy version— waiting for your cue: the roar of the crowd after the Happy Birthday song.
Nerves nip at your stomach and sweat starts to drip down between your shoulder blades; what the hell is Bakugo gonna say? But you can’t dwell on it, because you’re moving, being wheeled out into the function hall, the song starting.
“Fuck,” you whine to yourself, preparing to bounce up, to completely embarrass yourself in front of all his friends— your friends. Him.
Your cheeks heat when you remember the schoolgirl crush you had on him, how you’d bully and tease each other— flirtatious on your end, aggravated on his. You’d be kidding yourself if you thought age had changed the dynamic; at least now you were more subtle about it.
You sing along with the crowd in your head, silently wishing you’d had more than one shot and a couple of champagnes before getting Kirishima to lower you down into the cake, but then the crowd is cheering and it’s your turn.
Taking one for the team, you think bravely, slapping your cheeks with the tips of your fingers to hype yourself up, praying Bakugo doesn’t hate you for this.
You inhale deeply and unlatch the lock, the cake lid popping open in what almost feels like slow motion before you’re jumping up, hands in the air, a very bubbly: “Happy Birthday, Bakugo~” cheering from your lips, hands waving in the air above your head.
Confetti falls around you and people cheer, but something about your suit feels wrong. And something about the sheer size of Bakugo’s eyes looks wrong.
Your face falls as you look down and see the flimsy suit, watch as it’s quickly tearing down the centre, lacy, deep green bra on display for the entirety of the party, arms shooting down to cover yourself, whole body burning in embarrassment.
Then there’s a bang, and smoke fills the room as you’re torn from the cake and thrown over a shoulder, a muffled “dumbass,” scoffed under your saviour’s breath.
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You’re both covered in cake, sitting in the bathroom, door locked.
It’s quiet, and you’re severely embarrassed, his suit jacket covering you up where you sit huddled on the floor. He’s lit his pipe, standing by the window, blowing smoke out of it, trying to keep the smell to a minimum.
“I was wondering where the hell you got to,” he starts, breaking the silence.
But shame renders you speechless.
You want to apologise, beg for forgiveness. You only turn thirty once. Kirishima’s never gonna let you live this down.
“Are you gonna show me?” He says, confusing you. He’s looking at you strangely, white sleeves rolled up his forearms, red scowl less of a scowl than usual. Curious, almost.
“Huh?” You blink dumbly, head tilting.
He takes one more inhale, exhales out the window and closes it, “aren’t you my present?”
A thrill rolls up your spine, and your eyes widen as he steps closer to you.
“I mean, it’s what I wished for when I blew out my candles,” he grins, crouching in front of you. “Maybe wishes do work? This ripped all the way down the middle.” He says, fingers dancing dangerously close to the lapel of his jacket, eyes focussed at your chest as if the material’s see-thru.
“Stop tryna make me feel better; I ruined your birthday,” you pout, upset.
“I’m not tryna do anything,” he narrows his eyes, “except maybe...” he sighs, runs a hand through his hair, “maybe tell you how I feel? God, it feels so stupid to say, but seeing you like that...”
“Bakugo?” You reach out to touch him, jacket opening and falling off a shoulder. He takes your hand in his, brings your wrist to his lips and licks at the sticky icing residue, eyes firm on yours.
Your insides tense up, your embarrassment quickly morphing into confusion, into something more rousing when he opens his mouth against the flesh of your forearm, bites you.
“Ba— ouch,” you hiss, but he’s lurching towards you, right hand sliding around your waist, the other snaking behind your neck, his forehead pressing against yours.
“Tell me no,” he demands, dead serious; his breath, mint and tobacco, fanning your face.
“I can’t,” you breathe back, cupping his jaw with both hands, smile on your face. “Happy Birthday, Katsuki,”
He groans and pulls you into his lap, his jacket falling from you completely, his hands finding your skin as his lips claim yours, “what were you doing in that fucking cake?” He almost chuckles, lips travelling your jaw, tongue at your ear.
You shiver against him, “I lost... at Mario Kart.”
“You always lose at Mario Kart,” he chuckles.
“I know,” you sigh, running your hands through his hair, pressing a chaste kiss to his exposed forehead.
His lips find your chest from his vantage point, deft fingers ridding you of your bra; soft, hungry lips suck at your flesh, teeth nipping at the thin skin as you tug at his hair, desperate for his lips on yours.
Kissing turns to heavy petting, your heart racing when he rips the suit the rest of the way to slide his hand into your underwear, rough fingers buttering you up as your own work on his belt, pawing at him until he’s hot and hard in your hands.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he hisses, toying with your slick, slippery fingers finding your clit and rolling it between them, your back arching, breasts pushing against his face as you snap your eyes shut and feel him.
“‘S good,” you moan, tears collecting in your eyes.
He smells so good, so expensive, and even with his thighs as your seat, you’re kinda dumbfounded that he shares they way you feel about him. That he likes you.
Wants you.
It takes you a hot minute to get used to the sensation of his fingers rolling your clit, but when you snap out of the trance he’s put you in, you pump his cock gently, committing the feel of his silky shaft to memory, wondering how it’d feel inside you.
He groans at your ministrations, spurring you to gather your saliva in your mouth, to lean back and spit the glob expertly onto the tip of his cock, giving you more slide, more speed. He shivers, face flushed red, eyes half-lidded as he pants agains your neck, sending another wave of excitement to your panties.
His fingers travel lower at your brazen assault, thick digits exploring you, his free hand fisting your hair, yanking you in closer for a kiss, a messy clash of teeth and tongues, the sensation tearing moans from your throat, because finally; finally you get to feel him like this, touch him like this.
He hits your g-spot and your vision whites, thighs desperately trying to press together as your cunt clenches, convulsing on his fingers; a high-pitched keen bubbles up your throat, only to be swallowed by Bakugo’s mouth, fingers still inside you as you practically melt against him.
“That was quick,” he gasps teasingly, pulling away from your lips, still working you through your orgasm.
“I’m...” you start, practically slurring, “god,”
He pulls his hand from your underwear, admires the slick, and wraps it around the one you have teasing his shaft, head falling back— eyes closed— as he masturbates himself with your hand, wets his cock with you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing you again, admiring your body in that deep green set, wrist working overtime. You shiver under his stare, heart still racing, and you wonder if you’ll ever get used to it, if you’re gonna melt each time he looks at you.
When the haze of orgasm clears—and you realise you’re letting him get himself off on his birthday— you push him back against the tiled floor and slide down his body, opening your mouth to the head of his cock.
“Lemme help—“ you grin up at him, but his face screams panic.
“N-no—“
Spunk— thick and white and hot— splatters across your face, catches on your lips, your tongue. He groans, slapping his free hand to his face and smacking the back of his head on the tiles.
“I literally said,” he frowns, propping up on his elbows, ready to chew you out.
But he can’t finish what he’s saying, because you’re on your knees, wiping his cum from your face with a finger and sucking it into your mouth.
He swears, long and low, but can’t look away, eyes transfixed on you, your pretty face and those perfect fingers.
“It’s kinda sweet,” you mumble, perplexed. “Like... caramel,” you cock a brow at him, meeting his stare, but he clenches his jaw, glancing away from you almost guiltily. You lean closer then, ready to question him about his change in demeanour when you feel it hard against your inner thigh.
You grin, bite your lip, “round two, birthday boy?”
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you closer, “yeah, two, three, and four at my place; don’t think you’re sleeping tonight, babe.”
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HOLY SHIT THIS IS JUST SO SOFT AND WARM!!!!! AAAAAAAH!!! CAN I SIMP EVEN HARDER FOR THIS MAN? FUCK YES I CAN, ESPECIALLY WHEN YUE WRITES HIM SO AMAZINGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
shine ;
nobody’s like you
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when akaashi tells bokuto that he’s found him a math tutor, he’s thoroughly surprised.
not because he’s managed to find him a math tutor—a singular, willing math tutor—amongst the entire university’s student body, but because akaashi himself is not going to be the one to tutor him.
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This is HANDS DOWN, the best character x YN series i have EVER read, and trust me i've read a ton bahaha!!! Please please go read this amazing KUROO x YN series, it's so hot and funny and warm!!! 💕
*ﾟ+.*. summary:
you’re tired of a lot of things; school, your nymphomaniac neighbour, the rising price of fuji apples at your local grocery store. but mostly, you’re tired of being the only that isn’t getting any. or at least, the only one who’s never gotten any before.
so when you decide to take matters into your own hands, it’s only natural that you’d want some guidance. and who better to ask than your attractive, kind, experienced co-worker, kuroo?
things are definitely about to get rough.
(but hey, maybe you want them to.)
*ﾟ+ pairing: kuroo tetsurou/f! reader
*ﾟ+ genre: fluff, smut
*ﾟ+ warnings: language, explicit content
*ﾟ+ a/n: your typical teaching intimacy trope fic. updates every monday night
*ﾟ+ word count: 26.9k as of part seven
*ﾟ+.*. index:
1. russian roulette
2. blue lemonade
3. carpool
4. eyes locked, hands locked
5. red dress
6. fool
7. automatic
8. perfect 10
*ﾟ+.*. extras:
taglist form | related asks/posts | ko-fi
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This is so accurate!
this is really how i feel sometimes
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(And sometimes sits on his face, too xD)
FMA x Endhawks AU
Endeavour is promoted to General. Lieutenant Colonel Hawks still goes to his desk to annoy him constantly and sits in his chair
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Bokuto you sexy genius! 💜 ughi hate misa so bad! And haru, that mdfkkkkkk !!!
someone to you | kuroo tetsurou x reader
chapter eighteen ; laughs in plot
summary ;〝 having a roommate with his only purpose in life is the use for his dick, you finally had enough of his actions— deciding to reverse the roles. ��
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fun fact 🤍
— i literally gave you all the title last night and i even maybe it wasn’t me. it was bokuto :)
— bokuto is scheming and clearly, you can see what it is
— many things will be handled in the next chapter
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God, i love this series so fucking much!!!!! This was so hot!!! Kuroo!!! Just let her touch youuu, you know you want too!! Bahaha 💜💜
*ﾟ+.*. summary:
you’re tired of a lot of things; school, your nymphomaniac neighbour, the rising price of fuji apples at your local grocery store. but mostly, you’re tired of being the only that isn’t getting any. or at least, the only one who’s never gotten any before.
so when you decide to take matters into your own hands, it’s only natural that you’d want some guidance. and who better to ask than your attractive, kind, experienced co-worker, kuroo?
things are definitely about to get rough.
(but hey, maybe you want them to.)
*ﾟ+ pairing: kuroo tetsurou/f! reader
*ﾟ+ genre: fluff, smut
*ﾟ+ warnings: language, explicit content
*ﾟ+ a/n: your typical teaching intimacy trope fic. updates every monday at 10 pm EST (hopefully)
*ﾟ+ word count: 18.6k as of part five
*ﾟ+.*. index:
part one | itch
part two | edge
part three | hunger
part four | flicker
part five | warmth
part six | spark
*ﾟ+.*. extras:
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Yaaaaay!!! Update!!! We're going to EROS hahaah i deadass thought about yuri on ice and the cute pork bahahahahahaha i'm so excited to read about the dates!!! Yeeessss!!!
✨Fun facts✨
✨Y/N had a full fledged panic attack after that notification from Rendezvous hotline, she deadass stood in front of the mirror for 20 minutues and kept repeating, "I'm a bad bitch, I totally got this" until she felt better☠️
✨Tooru's love language is bullying, dont mind his slander
exceeded the image limit again, so you're gonna have to imagine a divider again hon'
💌☎️- Rendezvous hotline
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Synopsis: Crushed under the burden of a terrible job and an even worse boss, Y/N has barely enough time for her meals, let alone love. So when her friends suggest (read: bully) her to try a new dating app, she hesitantly takes the gamble.
Its just a dating app, what could possibly go wrong?
Pairing(s): Miya Atsumu X fem!reader, Koutarou Bokuto X fem!reader, Kuroo Tetsurou X fem!reader, Terushima Yuuji X fem!reader, Sakusa Kiyoomi X fem!reader
Genre: fluff, crack, angst
Warning: suggestive themes
Author’s note:
✨I'm trying to work on my time schedule, and I've finished preparing the plot for this as well, so hopefully I'll be updating twice a week now!
✨I'm not really sure if i could make the rules for the dating show clear, so in case you have any doubts, slide into those dms bb *bites lip* 🥵
✨ weekly reminder to come shout in my askbox/inbox about whatever you'd like!!
imagine a divider again lmao
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#haikyuu social media au#haikyuu x y/n#rendezvous hotline smau#tbh can't wait for Bokuto to appear!! im such a simp for that man
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