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Update: I'm so sorry for being away without notice!
I've been dealing with a lot of health issues and I caught a very bad strain of something so I've been rather miserable! I'm getting better so hopefully I'll be back to writing soon!
Hi everyone. First of all, thank you guys so much for 6k followers, and I love and appreciate all of you! But also, after weeks and weeks of consideration, I have decided to retire this blog.
I was originally going to delete my page entirely, but after talking about it with a few moots/friends, I think I’ll keep it up because of the plethora amount of writings I have on here. I will be closing my DMs sometime next week, and as most of you already know, my ask box is closed as well.
I’ll still be on tumblr under a new name though! But I’ll only pass the information out to my moots and close enough followers that I trust.
I’ll still be writing though, so don’t worry, but no longer on this page. I’ve kind of grown tired of being on here and honestly, I never thought my page would grow this much. As an introvert with the worst anxiety, it’s just a little too much for me to handle. While I’ve always been appreciative of you guy’s support and comments, the added pressure of being on here and dealing with a few bad people, is a lot on my mental health. And going into my second year of college, with even more stressors, I would like to take one big thing off of my plate to focus on my studies and publishing my second book!
Again, thank you all for the support over the last 7 months. I am so eternally grateful for all of you and your comments and likes and reblogs and check-in messages over time. Like I said, I’ll still be lingering around on here and posting my works on different sites!
Also!!! Miggi will be the one to host the “Only Monster Fans” collab now!! So if any one of you are ready to submit your works, withdraw, or have any questions, please direct them to miggi :))
I’ll miss you guys lots. But retiring this blog is something I believe will be the best option for me right now. I might return in the future, but no promises. Just thank you guys for always sticking beside me and my crazy ideas. Love you all 💕
I'M HAPPY TO HEAR YOU'RE PRIORITIZING YOUR HEALTH AND WELL-BEING! 💗🥺 I'LL MISS READING YOUR THIRSTS AND PUTTING MY TWO CENTS ON MERMAID STUFF! I'M SO HAPPY IT HAPPENED THOUGH!
I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST IN YOUR STUDIES! I KNOW YOU'LL DO AMAZING! 💞
I’m not sure if you’re taking requests now or not but I wanted to say it before I forgot. Can you do a Midoriya X Reader smut where they go to the bathroom to fuck and Ochaco was just there the entire time?
His Euphoria
Greetings all, it’s been a while and I’m sorry. I’ve had a hell of a few months and went out to California for the first time. I kinda found some inspiration while out there and was able to find myself again instead of drowning myself in depression. So! What’s better than going a return smut?! Enjoy~💕
- 18+ Smut! (Exhibition, Angst Ending!) -
Taglist: @miriobaby, @janshu, @namjoonswifeyy .
Your body slammed against the wooden stalls of the bathroom while you struggled to even catch your breath. Izuku Midoriya kept latching his lips against your lips while he pulled you in at each chance he had, he couldn’t resist anymore.
His gloves collided with the floor of the public bathroom as he snapped the lock closed and rushed to you, lifting you up and sitting you on the cold bathroom counter inside the brand new headquarters. His fingers dug into your silk button up shirt before he snatched it apart, his lips attacking your neck. His teeth softly bit against your soft skin, making you nearly moan out in satisfaction. You kicked your heels off and opened your legs for him to pull you closer.
“God, I need you so badly…” He confessed against your skin as if it was a sin to be. He was always like this when it came to your job, he loved your work and what you were capable of. Damn you for having such an irresistible body that makes him nearly foam at the mouth. From how you had your beautiful hair in the highest and perfect bun to insinuate your face to the way those heels made your ass rounder. Skirts, button ups and more, he loved it. He needed it. He craved it.
You moaned out, watching your leg being lifted as he snatched your stockings open for him. Your black lace bra was barely on with your right breasts exposed before he dove in for more of your desired lips. The pretty nude smearing over his lips as his bulge pressed against your matching panties. “Put it in.” You whispered underneath your breath as his arm slipped underneath your leg and snatched you closer to him.
This time when you two pressed close, he finally slid inside you. Your toes curled as a moan escape from your mouth before you slapped your hand over your mouth. You had enough respect for anyone who could possibly come onto the bathroom at anytime, especially since you and him were still a secret to the media, which added more fuel to the fire. Izuku was the number one hero, someone who’s taken serious as if he was the president of the United States, he wasn’t a game. You can’t toy with the number one.
His thrusts were just as desperate as he was, slamming inside you with passion and strength. He didn’t want to hurt you but he was harder than he could’ve ever been. He was rock hard and couldn’t get it down. His other hand soon swooped underneath your other leg and lifted you up, carrying you over to a small seat in the corner. He sat down as he leaned back, letting your hips do some work.
He leaned back as his wrists gripped your hips, nearly letting out a moan as the sensation was beyond words. You could always ride him perfectly, you were always tight, bounced just right and the echoing slapping of your cheeks on this thighs was a song he wished to hear every time. You moved like a professional on him as he grunted out. “Baby doll, fuck…you’re so fucking good, I-“
You placed your finger over his hips, biting your lips while you leaned close to him. “Shhh, Lemme take care of you baby~” you whispered, making him melt at your words and he did as such. You silenced him by placing your plump lips over his, closing both of your eyes while the passion between you two was freed from the bottle you two had…guessing why you two didn’t hear a door creek open.
“I-I-I’m gonna cum~Cum with me, Cum for me, Baby Doll.” Izuku begged while you moaned out, leaning back while his right hand held your back up while his lips sucked and latched around your exposed breasts, bouncing you as hard as he could while he throbbed inside you.
Your hands slipped into his hair and gripped it tightly while the climax overflowed your mind and body. You were on cloud nine, that knot was straining while you refused to moan out, hoping no one would hear you…well. Until he found that spot, the secretly cocky broccoli knew when he had it because your muscles would tighten and your body was shake a bit. He pulled away and your noses touched, you panted harshly against his lips while your moans finally slipped out. His green eyes stared into yours before the knot snapped, climaxing without a single warning while he filled you with his seed. Your body relaxed while your clothes seemed to stick to your skin, his hero costume at his ankles as the two of you embraced one another.
“……Deku?..” A voice whispered with such a heartbreaking voice as you turned your head and froze. You nearly became pale while staring at Ochako. Your heart fell to your feet…while the both of you forgot one key thing to your relationship. You were a secret because..
Summary: A thousand years ago you were married to the Sukuna, a mortal man with the power of a god. Bound to him, his "death" leads you to wander the world alone, against all odds. However...his spirit remains and was resurrected by an unknown boy...
Word Count: 1k-ish.
Warnings: Gn!reader, mentions of a past life & family arranging a marriage.
The days had begun to blur into one incoherent mess.
That wasn't too out of the ordinary. You couldn't be expected to remember every moment of every day, not when you had several lifetime's floating around between your synapses. The mundane and monotonous would naturally be forgotten to make room for the impactful and important memories. The one's you hold onto like your life depends on it and maybe in some way it did, life was mysterious in its ways.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you had seen everything. Every advancement in every field from science to medicine, going from horse-drawn-buggies to vehicles and letters to text messages. Safe to say that nothing was a surprise anymore. What was life's great surprise now? In a thousand years you had seen and experienced everything, from the divine to the depraved.
Life had begun easy. Being only the child of simple country folk who took pride in their work, worshipping the gods in their own special way, you were given more freedom than most in your childhood. Father and Mother had let you wander the secret places of the village until the sun set and dinner was ready, fed and ready for bed you'd lay down on the comfortable cot they had purchased with the earnings from that season's harvest to let you dream the night away. Until he came, that fateful day where your parents made the decision to sacrifice you to the warlord baring down on their home and land. The ultimatum that sealed your fate was simple: you or them and being the pragmatic people they were chose themselves to save.
Now hundreds of years later you weren't sure you should curse or bless them for their decision because that choice set you on the path to where you are now, browsing the morning market like the days of old with the luxuries of the modern age.
That's when you were made aware of it. The creeping cold of being watched, of being found. The inescapable reality of a person exhaling their hot breath against the back of your neck at an angle your neck simply could not turn towards. The feel of a large palm bearing its weight against the curve of your spine with the addition of three more to various hand-holds across the expanse of your body.
"Have you been well, my sweet spouse? The years haven't been kind to you, have they?"
The deep chuckle of a man thoroughly sadistic in the uncaring manner of which they dispatch those he deems maggots, a man changed, a curse upon the world.
Your husband: Sukuna Ryōmen.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten. Wouldn't it be a pity if you've forgotten your husband?"
And when you understandably twist your head around to venture a guess why he of all beings was behind you at a random stall? There was no one. Not the copious amounts of people shopping for their meal ingredients, not even the shopkeepers or the one that was impatiently waiting for you to purchase that fruit and strangely enough: no husband in sight.
An odd hallucination perhaps?
You were being followed, very conspicuously might I add. Clearly they thought themselves to be a master spy by the way they hid behind dumpsters, peeked around poles and made themselves the most obvious person in the ocean of people. Pure lunacy or a power move you weren't sure of yet, the garment they wore a dead giveaway to their intentions. The deep navy uniforms of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. A sorcerer and not a good one if their sneaking skills alluded to their abilities.
Far more inconspicuously you took a look at the figure with the reflection of a shop's window pane. A young man, average, pink undercut and overall nondescript but there was something familiar about his aura. A sinister darkness that was foreign in his kind features. That couldn't be natural. Sepia shaded orbs trained on your figure with a burning intensity that would set your soul on fire with its pinpoint directness. The more important matter was why a sorcerer was following you. To your knowledge they believed Sukuna was a myth and your marriage to him had been forgotten in the past seven hundred years so was it superstition that led him to follow you? Or did you have a curse attached to you and he was doing his job?
Odd, to say the least.
"Excuse me? Uhh, hello? Uhm..'scuse me."
A hand clamped down on your shoulder from the opposite direction you had been watching the sorcerer. Turning back around what did you find? The very same magic user you had been spying. How did he move so quickly? That was a split moment and he was behind you. How did he manage that?
"Yes?" You responded, face rather devoid of emotions while taking a closer inspection at the sorcerer. Upon closer look he was indeed a boy, in the middle of his teen years at the most yet experience had aged his soul considerably. The windows of his eyes closer to that of a wizened old monk rather than a bright-eyed pubescent teenager. The oddest feature that stood out were the dark tattoo's across the bottom edges of his eye sockets, rather distinguished against the otherwise blank face. Fashion statements got stranger and stranger with each passing century.
The boy appeared to have a goal in mind as his eyes searched your face, your eyes and the windows to your soul. Whatever he was looking for either wasn't there or he kept the discovery to himself because after his hand was removed he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Oops, sorry! Thought you were someone else."
"No harm done, honest mistake."
Without another word the sorcerer boy turned on his heel and retreated in the direction he came from. How he had managed to double back and come from your blind spot was still a mystery, there must've been more than meets the eye on that boy.
Yuji Itadori returned to the First Year dorm hall and slid the door closed behind him as he entered. It was late, much later than when he was expected to be in bed and resting. If anyone had noticed his absence then he'd be in a world of pain. What could be worse than the punishment's Gojo could think up? Well, there was one thing. That tattooed psychopath using his body as a vessel. Whoever that person was had set him off. The control he originally thought he had on the cursed spirit had hung by a thread, a battle on who got to control his body raging on. It was a stalemate, mostly. He had control over the vast majority of his facilities but that uppy bastard had gotten his hand in the metaphorical doorway and pried himself into the driver's sleg. Taking over his legs and waltzing up to them and without a plan. They were lucky he had regained himself right as he touched them, what would've happened if he hadn't? There were moments he went on and on about slaughtering women and children like maggots but was the sight of them enough to cause a sudden bloody rampage? Apparently so.
The transition to phase into the mindscape that kept Sukuna contained was seamless. As if he had walked to another section of a home, could be considered as easy as breathing but whenever he was there it was not because he went willingly. He was summoned.
On the pinnacle of the mountain of bones, perched upon on the throne, Yuji noticed there was a crazed grin on the very man's face. Revealing the pearly whites amidst his bloody gums, eyes wide as he leaned forward. Not looking at his host, quite the opposite but something beyond him. Shoulders cloaked in a white robe rose and fell in time with his maniacal giggles, gleeful and relieved. It would be perturbing if he wasn't used to the grating sound by now. The reason why he was laughing was the disconcerting subject.
"Ahh, there you are, dearest spouse. How long will it take until you return to me?"
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Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪
I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!
My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.
I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?
My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.
Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?
Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!
1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".
2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!
3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.
4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.
5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.
My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.
My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.
Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.
For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.
Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia
⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra
How you meet (his point of view):
⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.
⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.
⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.
⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.
⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."
Extra.
He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.
The Confession:
⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.
⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.
⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.
⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"
⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—
⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.
Extra.
Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.
He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.
He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.
The Relationship:
⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.
⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.
⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.
⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.
Extra.
TICKLE FIGHTS.
He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.
He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.
Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.
You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.
If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.
Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?
He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.
The Fights:
...
Extra.
There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.
The Sex:
⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.
He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.
"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.
"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.
Extra.
Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.
He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.
Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!
If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.
He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.
He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; NSFW, daddy kink, light bondage, asphyxiation, oral: both recieving, face fucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, dumbification, a single slap, knife play, mentions and descriptions of blood, breeding kink, one mention of pregnancy. Reader has a regeneration quirk.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞; Daddy — Ramsey
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; He's everything you want but not what you need. He's hungry and forceful, everything about him is powerful and stronger than you. So, you submit. You give him everything and get nothing in return, and yet, you love him. Why? He's possessive and toxic, not that you aren't any better but you're not the one fucking everything with a hole and two legs.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Lmao okay so, this is a repost but a better version. This was actually my first ever "smut" here and I thought it was oh so dark because of the blood and slapping blah blah but it's more than that. Anyways, I finally took the initiative and finished what I couldn't months ago and rushed in posting. I kinda just randomgly tagged people I thought would like this so if you don't wanna be tagged in my stuff or wanna be removed from this, please let me know. It won't hurt my feelings all that bad I promise, some people just don't like certain things. Please like, comment, and reblog!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
He wouldn’t stop until you were a trembling, crying mess beneath him, lapping at your tears and commenting about how weak you were for him. He always did this, working you over with his fingers until you were on the line of desperation, begging and sobbing for daddy’s dick, how you need him so fucking badly it hurts. He especially loves it when he’s between your thighs and his pierced tongue is drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, pulling every broken moan from your lips as his fingers thrust in and out of your aching cunt. You’ve already come once, but he would never be done with you. There were times you were sure he was bored of you, finished with your little games and ready to toss you aside, only for him to surprise you with his dick in your mouth and a hand in your hair. Your heart sang symphonies whenever he would praise you but once the act was finished they were nothing but empty words.
His mouth is rough but sweet, tasting of smoke, and his skin smells the same. He's warm, a fiery inferno of blue heat, his hands finding your face and holding you in place as he devours your mouth, your own fingers fiddling desperately at his belt and the button of his jeans. You can feel him smirk into your kiss, his hands sliding down your arms to rest on your biceps and he walks you back to the wall, pushing you up against it roughly. You're his, you're his everything, the fuel to his flame. As long as you belonged to him, his fire would never extinguish.
There's an odd trust between the two of you, you weren't actually dating but you wouldn't call each other friends either. However, you knew where and who you belonged to, he always made sure of it. He could fuck any bitch he wants, but you? You were his. He'd kill the motherfucker who tried to touch you. You could protect yourself, but he was never happy about it. He wanted to be the one to slit a man's throat if he so much as looked at you the wrong way or said something you hated; but seeing you covered in a man's blood always does something to him. He shivers at the sight of you and the next thing both of you know he's fucking you anywhere he can; against a wall, behind a tree, into a bed, or anywhere easily accessible.
He moved your hands above your head holding them together with his larger one as his other moved to your throat, his mouth still on yours. Pulling back only to drag a series of sloppy kisses down to your neck and back up to your ear, he growls," Get on your fucking knees, I wanna feel that mouth." You can only muster a whisper of 'yes daddy' before slipping from his grip and lowering yourself to your knees between him and the wall.
Your hands are on your thighs as you watch him pull his cock free, opening your mouth like a good girl as he guides it between your lips. You stick out your tongue, running it along the vein on the underside as he groans, using his hips to push further into your mouth. He loves listening to you gag and watch you choke on him, feeling the vibrations of your coughs is one of the best feelings in the world, in his opinion. The blue-eyed devil looked down at you with a starved glint in his gaze, a flame lit in them just for you. Gently you begin to bob your head, pushing forward until your drool is coving his cock and you're choking and gagging to the point of almost puking before pulling back, saliva dripping so deliciously down your chin as you look up at him teary eyed.
"Love my cock, slut?" He growls, hand grasping your hair tightly as you nod in response. "Show me. Show daddy how much you love his cock." He pushed further into your mouth, the tip of his dick meeting your throat with each bob of your head. "Fuck yeah, just like that—" he moved his other hand to your hair, thrusting forward quickly and as rough as he can manage without hurting you too much. You can barely breathe, your eyes blurring as tears roll down your cheeks from the pain, but you love it. You love feeling him close to you, close to cumming in your throat. You wish to the ends of the earth that he would be yours and only yours, but Dabi wasn't that kind of man.
He pulls out before he can finish and you cough up your lungs, drool pooling from your mouth as well as his precum mixed into it. "Bed, now." He barks, moving and pointing toward the bed behind him. It's a mess from the night before but you don't give a shit. You move to get to your feet but he clicks his tongue, and so you crawl toward it. Climbing into the bed on all fours you move to lie on your back against the pillows. You watch as he pulls off his over shirt and the one underneath, his scarred and toned torso coming into your view. You squirmed where you are, rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants the rest of the way, moving to crawl over to you. His hands find your bottoms, tugging them down along with your underwear, pulling off your socks too. You're left in your shirt and bra but he doesn't care.
Leaning down to press his lips to your neck his hands push your shirt up and slip underneath your bra, his fingers warming up enough that as he pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger until you're a moaning mess under him. "Daddy—" you whine, trying to lift your legs around him but he growls against you, his teeth coming down on a tender part of your shoulder causing you to cry out in pain. He loved the sound of your cries, making him bite down harder. "You're hurting me!—" he lets up just lightly, only to bite down even harder until he tastes blood. You hit his shoulder as you cry, his hands flying to grab your wrists.
"Shut the fuck up slut, you know you like it." He drags his tongue over the wound as your skin knits back together strand by strand. It was true, you liked it. Dabi flips the two of you over so you're on top of him, your hands moving to splay out on his chest. "You're gonna ride." You nodded, lifting your body enough for him to line himself up before you lowered yourself, sucking in a deep breath at the feeling of his cock getting buried in your cunt. He kisses your cervix and you moan as he does, relieved that he finally bottomed out.
You roll your hips before moving into a crouching position, careful not to let him slip out. Hands on your knees you begin to lift yourself and drop back down slowly, carefully peeling your shirt off and tearing off your bra so the two of you are now naked. "Like this, daddy?" You hum, bouncing a bit faster on his cock, leaning forward to put your hands on his chest for balance. He nods and bares his teeth, hands coming up to your hips to steady you.
You ride him until the two of you are close but it's clear Dabi has other ideas when he flips the two of you again, lips capturing yours as his hands guide yours to the bed posts where the ropes already wait for you. He's careful in tying you up, creating slip knots that if you tug on them a certain way they'll come undone. Before he can pull away from the kiss you bite down on his tongue, making him rip himself back and yell, the back of his hand coming down across your cheek. "Fucking cheeky whore," he chuckles and you laugh despite the sting," keep that shit up and I'll stop and leave you here." You didn't believe him.
Reaching over to the bedside table he opens a drawer and pulls out a vibrator and a switchblade, lifting them for you to see completely. "Please don't—" Please yes— you whimper and squirm, eyes glancing toward his cock to see it practically jump. This excited him and you knew it, and despite the pain it caused you let him do what he wanted because you could heal. No other girl could do this for him.
"Be a good girl for daddy." He turns on the vibrator and slips it between your legs, running it along the inside of your thighs. Your mews and gasps are music to his ears, your hips lifting and rotating, trying to get your sopping cunt as close as possible to the vibrations that pulsed through your thighs. He smirked, moving it to lightly trail over your folds before pulling it back away from you. The knife came down to the skin of your thigh right after and with one clean slash blood pooled over your flesh as you screamed, the scarred man watching as it stitched back together all on its own. He cut your other thigh in the same place, relishing in your screams, loving the view of the blood covering your skin and the wounds stitching themselves back together.
He sliced up your stomach, not too deep but deep enough to bleed, continuing further up and across to your arms. You were the most beautiful to him when covered in a deep crimson, his hand tossing away the blade before it came down to drag his fingers through your blood, the vibrator finally coming down upon your throbbing cunt. You sobbed, begging for more and rolling your hips.
"Daddy, please— need you, need your cock—" he growled in response, rubbing the vibrator in circles around your clit and making you shudder and whine. Three words sat on the tip of your tongue, begging to be said. You wanted so badly for him to feel the same, but alas Dabi wasn't that kind of man, he wasn't the lover type. "I-I—" you groaned, back arching as your eyes rolled,“ lo—"
"I know you do, I know." He knew, of course he did. You loved him. You really, truly did. You loved him despite his possessiveness, despite the pain, despite the heartache of seeing him bed another girl in this very room. You loved him, even though it killed you to do so. You loved him for all the dark, vile shit he's ever done and the kindness he's also shown not only to you but others of the league, even if it's in his own fucked up way. The good, the bad, and the ugly, you loved it all. You were there when he was in so much pain because of his burns that he couldn't move, you were there when he was numb from head to toe from over using his blue flames. Through it all you were there.
No one could do the things he wanted and needed like you could. You were the bitch and he the master; you barked when told, sat and stayed when ordered, and killed when unleashed. You were loyal to a man who wasn't loyal to you, and the pain was bitter sweet. He leaned over you, lips pressing to yours as he set the vibrator aside and replaced it with his fingers, thumb stroking your swollen little bud and beckoning every sound from you and into his mouth as if he were a siren, stealing your voice through the sweetness of his tongue. He was intoxicating, sickeningly sweet, someone you couldn't live without but would die the more you tasted him, he was poison and the cure all in one. Touya swallowed every noise you made and you knew the more he consumed the more ravenous he'd be.
He wouldn’t stop until you were a trembling, crying mess beneath him, lapping at your tears and commenting about how weak you were for him. He always did this, working you over with his fingers until you were on the line of desperation, begging and sobbing for daddy’s dick, how you need him so fucking badly it hurts. He especially loves it when he’s between your thighs and his pierced tongue is drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, pulling every broken moan from your lips as his fingers thrust in and out of your aching cunt. You’ve already come once, but he would never be done with you. There were times you were sure he was bored of you, finished with your little games and ready to toss you aside, only for him to surprise you with his dick in your mouth and a hand in your hair. Your heart sang symphonies whenever he would praise you but once the act was finished they were nothing but empty words.
You wished that here and now it would change, that he would love you. Perhaps he did, but never said it to protect himself. His version of affection was always sex, fucking you until nothing other than daddy fell from your tongue. Daddy please, Daddy more, Daddy harder一 He often made you too fucking stupid to think, making you babble and whine and so fucking needy. You were barely even able to keep your eyes open because he feels so damn good, almost heavenly despite being the devil himself. The devil was once an angel, wasn’t he? So was Touya, before he became Dabi. Although you were nothing but a doll for him, he told you the most vulnerable parts of himself and swore you to secrecy. If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t have done it, right?
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚, 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
He moves on up your body, leaving searing kisses and indents from his teeth on your skin. Squirming where you laid you whimpered and moaned, watching as his blue gaze flickered up to meet yours as his tongue slowly dragged over one of your nipples as his other hand fondled your other breast, pinching and pulling your bud between his fingers. “Good girl,” his voice was a faint whisper, a low rumble of words that sent heat and blood straight to your glistening core. You look at him through your lashes and you swear you see a faint smile on his lips, watching as he shifted between your legs and reached down. A gasp escapes your throat when you feel him drag himself between your folds, rubbing the head of his dick against your engorged clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, begging for him to fill you up as your hips raise in an attempt to tell him please.
When he finally does fill you, he isn’t gentle. He thrusts in, sinking further into the depths of you as you cry over his size. He’s always had a big dick, and he knew it too. Your hands grasped at the air and your wrists tugged on the ropes, tears slipping from their threshold and cascading down your cheeks. He loved making you cry, he loved seeing the sweet expressions of pain and pleasure painted on your face. He loved doing these things to you, but he never loved you. You never held hands, never kissed outside of this room or wherever he decided to fuck you. It was only ever teeth gnashing, lips bruising, biting tongues and grabbing, pushing, pulling.
“F-Fuck!” You sob, struggling to catch your breath as he thrusts, his larger hands grabbing your thighs and moving your legs up until he is able to push your knees closer to your shoulders. He shifted his form, getting a better angle to abuse that sweet spot inside you, hitting it over and over again until you’re screaming for more. He laughs, grunting and groaning as his eyes grow wild with lust. That’s right, you were his little fuck toy, his pussy pocket, a doll he could bend at his will. “Daddy please一”
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚, 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
⠀⠀𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚
“What? Want me to s-stop? Don’t think so sweetheart, take it, take it all.” He grunts, raspy voice rolling thunder to your ears,” I wanna hear you scream my fucking name.” You cry out his name as you cream around his cock, mouth falling open and your body shudders. He doesn’t slow, he doesn’t stop, he wouldn’t until he filled you to the brim with his cum only to fuck it back inside of you with his fingers like he always does. You asked him once what he would do if he had gotten you pregnant, all he did was laugh. You didn’t know if that meant something good or not, but either way you’d be his forever. Every thrust brings you closer and closer to your third orgasm and you feel like a dam that’s going to burst. He shoved your knees closer to your face and bared his teeth, snarling as he picked up his pace and slammed deeper into you, beating against your cervix ruthlessly.
You knew he was chasing his own high, not caring if you came again or not. He was always rougher with you when he was close, looking at you with a furious need to breed your cunt. Perhaps that was what he wanted, or he at least entertained the idea. You just wished he’d look at you as more than his property, his little bitch. You wanted to be more, begging him to see you for your worth. “Daddy, daddy please一 s’too much, too much一!” His hand moved around your throat just under your jaw as he let go of one of your legs, continuing his rough rhythm and he squeezed.
You cunt clenched around him and he faltered in his movement as hot ropes of cum paint your insides, it seems endless as he slows and keeps thrusting, fucking his seed deep into you with a satisfied grin. “You like that bitch? You like when I cum inside you?” Touya let go of your throat as you nodded, his throat rumbling with a groan as you coughed and clenched around him more.
He pulled out his softening cock, hands on your knees and keeping your legs spread. He watched as his cum slowly leaked from your cunt, licking his lips as he moved a hand to gather the cum in his fingers and shove it back inside you. You mewed, breathing ragged and nude body shivering against the cold of the room. You needed his warmth, you needed him. You wanted him to look at you and sing praises, to tell you how good you’ve been and how much he adores you just as you do him.
But Touya Todoroki wasn’t that kind of man, he wasn’t a lover. He’d rather see you cry like a whore with his cock down your throat.
Congratulations on your 1700 milestone! You deserve it and so much more! ☀💥
I would love to adopt a pet so here's my application!
I would prefer a male but I'm not picky at all.
I'm a homebody, its rare for me to leave the house since my work and hobbies revolve around the indoors most of the time. I should try to draw and write outside but whenever that thought comes to me I get rained out, so the weather is rarely on my side. I don't mind being homebound but there are moments where I get stir crazy and need to do something so an animal that doesn't mind lounging around but likes going outside for a good jog, going to the gym or helping me with a garden sounds perfect for me! I have a terrible schedule, I can't keep a normal sleep cycle for more than a week due to constantly staying up late or I sleep in too much and whoopsie, there goes normality!
I'm sick quite often, never anything too serious but I suffer from several complications due to my disease so my immune system is shot to hell if that has any bearing. Maybe a pet that could double as a service animal of sorts?
Likes: Painting, crafting, writing, flowers and flower pressing, playing video games, reading up on history, fashion of particular styles, flower crowns, making pillow forts, coffee, strawberry milk and cold weather!
Dislikes: summer heat, humidity, being afraid of the dark, bugs getting into the house, loud random noises, having to repeat myself because I stuttered or mumbled, getting headaches or migraines.
Thank you so much for your consideration and thank you and congratulations again!
Thank you so much!!!
I have the perfect catboy for you! Since most of your time is spent indoors your pet needs to be alright with a lot of time spent inside.
Since you like to get out and be active every once in a while Catboy Shouto is the one for you! He's a little bit introverted, but loves play occasionally. He's also a very good cuddler once he trusts you and he'll become your very own personal space heater
Make sure his meals are cold! He prefers them that way
I love my Catboy Shouto with every fiber of my being! 😚🐱 He can curl up on my lap while I'm at my desk or in my chair, I'll reserve a spot in my fridge for his dinner ingredients! Create a feeding schedule so he'll have to bother me to make me wake-up for food time.
Suffering from baby fever thoughts in between fics...
He's not sure why but all of a sudden Bakugo obsesses over the thought of having a baby.
Becoming silent when one of the Bakusquad or worse Deku brings theirs along and not in the "I shouldn't curse so I don't scare them" type of way but the quietness is disconcerting regardless of the reason.
Getting home from the get together the silence remains, normally he's grumbling about the stupidity he witnessed from Denki or groaning about Izuku but tonight? Nothing. He keeps giving you side-glances in the car and the hand on your thigh is more grippy than usual. A blush dusts his cheeks and his breathing is oddly heavier.
Then he pops the question...though its more of a telling of what's going to happen. "Wan' baby, m'need a baby."
That's how it begins, hauling you up by your thighs and pressing you into that disrespectful and helpless mating press he loves so much. His rough hands admire the squish of your belly and thighs in a way he hadn't before. He's by no means gentler, in fact he's rougher than usual. Desperate, needier. Sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles contracting, mouth spewing all the filth swimming in his mind. "M'gonna give ya my fuckin' kid. Gonna make ya nice n' swollen, fuckin'...hot, f-fuck.."
He's not going to stop until he's shooting blanks into your womb and he's satisfied with how full you feel from the inside. "I dare ya to have a negative test...cause if ya do...we ain't gonna stop this till you get those two little bars, Mama."
His smugness gets infinitely worse when he discovers that you're not only pregnant...but pregnant with twins. His twins, his babies. Only he the great Dynamite could do that right off the riff and he'll make sure everyone knows it.
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You lived other a thousand years ago in the golden age of sorcery as (Y/N) Ryōmen. Sukuna Ryōmen's other half in the prime of his life. Your life forces bound together through an old ritual you two preformed on your wedding day...
After his demise and the subsequent change into a cursed spirit you remained, mystified how you could be alive while he wasn't...
Era's changed, time went on, and living among humans and sorcerers was easy when your husbands existence was considered nothing more than a fairytale. Until one day you felt it. One of his hands on the dip of your spine, his hot breath against the back of your neck, his shadow casting across yours...
He had been resurrected and it was only a matter of time until he comes to claim you again.
Okay so...I have been having thoughts, don't perceive me...
Viking!Kirishima who has long hair. Its a symbol, his pride hinges on having hair. He's well-groomed first off, having long luscious hair is a symbol of his wealth and stature in the Viking world. Its said he dyes his hair with the blood of his enemies and thats partly true, he uses beets and crushed flowers to get his hair to that beautiful red shade but being a warrior he does get covered in blood.
Viking!Kirishima who let's you play and braid his hair to your hearts content. Putting it up in a bun before battle so it doesn't get in his eyes or weaving clasps through the strands for an upcoming feast. Sitting on his massive lap, him grinning in contentment while you braid beads and even gems into his hair. He always shows your work off as if Freyja herself came down to Midgard to design his newest hairstyle.
Viking!Bakugo who is the most feared King in all the North, who has taken the crown of every Jarl and melted it down for his own. A man who is said to be blessed by the Æsir. Famed to be a son of Odin, why else would people say he has a dragon? Who else could tame the spawn of Fafnir and fly through the skies like a hawk?
Viking!Bakugo who lives by the code of "you keep what you kill". Who raids and plunders village after village for entertainment and to conquer, whatever he finds is his. By right.
Imagine being a servant to a cruel and old Lord that Viking!Bakugo kills for his land and wealth. Fearing the worst you think you're next too and you take up arms with a random, discarded kitchen knife. Its either him or you right?
Viking!Bakugo who is too shocked that you of all people attack him and you manage to get a good hit. Stabbing him right in the chest but he doesn't die, oh no, he doesn't die. He laughs. A booming, maniacal, unhinged laugh. Entirely feral.
Viking!Bakugo who finds the failed assassination attempt completely adorable. You were so close to ending him, his reign of terror on the land, and by right would've inherited everything. His everything. The world. Instead of squashing you like a bug he takes you.
Viking!Bakugo who dresses you in fine silks, who wreaths you in glimmering jewels but not as his newest servant but as his Queen/King.
Viking!Bakugo who gives you his everything, his world, for trying to kill him. You were so hellbent on finishing the job before to take everything he had so why not give you it willingly instead? Right by his side.
He keeps what he kills, true, but he gives as much as he takes.
Summary: @hanji-is-life more merman!Bakugo and so I shall provide! I was hoping to get this out much earlier, back in may because MerMay but better late than never I suppose! You, a marine biologist, take a scuba dive to see the local fauna off coast and you find more than you ever could've bargained for...
Word Count: 1.5.
Warnings: None but minor curses, mentions of the ocean, an illusion of drowning. Viewer discretion is advised at least.
How did you manage this?
You hadn't walked on the beach, much less roll around in the coarse substance. So how did it manage to get into your pockets? This was a new jacket so how?
A short walk from the parking garage to the pier was all it was, no beach travel involved yet it had wormed its way into your pockets, in between your toes and nearly everywhere else.
Your team chuckles at your discomfort finding your squirming the funniest thing on the planet as they loaded up the sizable vessel for the day on the water. For the past several weeks you had been cooped up in a lab studying the samples others brought to you but now you were given the green light to head out into the field yourself. Your goal for the day was to gather samples, check on the status of the coral nursery, and a checklist of other menial tasks. A full plate all things considered, much better than getting a migraine staring through a microscope at sea water until you either give up or get sent home.
Waves battered against the hull of the boat while you and your fellow colleagues suit up in scuba gear. The goal wasn't to go to the bottom of the ocean, far from it, fifteen meters was the maximum for today so simple snorkeling hear wouldn't cut it. You didn't get your diving certifications to be stuck in a lab. The salt spray refreshing against your skin for the few seconds it was vulnerable while you changed from your outfit into the designated wetsuit. Not the full suit that covered your body from head-to-toe, just a body one to keep your core warm when your swimsuit didn't offer much protection.
The boat came to a stop right around where the GPS locator dinged where the nursery site was and the captain gave everyone a thumbs up as you and your fellows attached their fins, tanks, SPG's and all the other necessary equipment. One-by-one each of them held their regulators to their mouths and fell back into the blue ocean below until it was your own, to which you received a wink instead while everything turned upside down.
Ten, twenty, thirty, a hundred. Regardless of how many dives you've had you'll never get over the beauty of the reefs. Each time serving something new, change was ever present in your line of work. Never seeing the same specimens twice to witnessing a rare species and everything in between. The sunshine overhead casting glittering ripples on the sandy floor, catching your eye on the schools of fish that swam by as their scales gleamed in different patterns. This was the closest feeling you had ever come to your childhood dream of becoming a mermaid. When you wished on your birthday candles and shooting stars to holding your breath underneath tub water in hopes gills would magically appear. That's what started this career. Maybe it was a long forgotten portion of your evolved brain from life's time in the ocean but you felt at home, a familiar sense of belonging that you didn't have on dry land. This was where you were meant to be but sadly your wishes had never come true and you were cursed to remain a land-dwelling mammal.
The beeping in your ears ripped you from your fantastical daydreams to remind you of the harsh reality. This is as close as you were going to get but that wasn't so bad, it was better having a little than nothing at all. Looking at the gauge meter it showed that you have roughly an hour left of oxygen which meant you had been in the water for an hour already. How time flies when you're having fun, absorbed in your daydreams, and checking on coral and taking samples.
"Hey, could we switch our tanks out without getting oxygen narcosis or are we screwed in that department?" Your voice came over the radio built in the full face masks everyone in the diving team used no doubt scaring those who were lost in thought as you just were.
"Y/N...do you really want to stay out here longer? Shitting Christ, you should be glad you're out here in the first place!" The captain's voice responded from the safety of the boat. "Now get your asses back up here n' we'll head on ba-...what was that?"
"What was what?"
A chorus of responses chimed in immediately after, some crackling from the distance they were from the source and others sounding as if they were a foot away.
"Nothing, never mind, must've been a Manta Ray. Forget about it. Just get your shit and come back, I'm gettin' hungry and its close to lunchtime so hurry up." The static cut off as he put down the radio and looked out into the churning ocean. The massive shadow he had just seen passing by the boat putting him on alert, he didn't want to witness any reef shark's feeding frenzy.
"We can come back tomorrow, Y/N. Nothing's stopping us from that, right?" Another voice, one of your favorite colleagues suggested. That was right, you were there and your boss hadn't explicitly said that this was a one time thing. Another visit would do some good to see if the biometrics have changed in a span of twenty-four hours.
"Alright, okay, we'll come back later for a differential test."
The group had a collective sigh of relief. You were notorious for loving the ocean to such a degree you'd do anything to stay in a while longer, they were all content with leaving now and coming back later if it meant they wouldn't see your sad pouting all the way back to the van. Picking up their equipment and vials everyone began swimming back to the boat now most of them making small talk and discussing their plans for the weekend while you were once again lost in your thoughts.
Something impossibly dark darted through your vision. Blocking out the beautiful view of the turquoise water and colorful life like an angry, ominous storm cloud. A blanket of blindness shrouding all light for a moment but it felt like an eternity as dread sunk in the pit of your stomach, anchoring you to the spot. The warm water now felt cold, goosebumps running up your bare arms and thighs like pinpricks. The heart that had been so calm in the home of your ribcage now pushing adrenaline through your bloodstream, adjusting to a state you weren't acting on. Fear. That wasn't a Manta Ray or a comically large Stingray that was something else entirely. A predator that crashed against the fragile cage of safety, security and believing you were untouchable in shallow depths.
You were reminded of the psychologically scarring and irrational fear of one's ankles being grabbed particularly in the ocean by a shark, the part of your lizard brain firing signals all across your synapses to detach the leg. If only. A fair trade, being left alone at the price of a limb but unfortunately humans couldn't detach or regrow whatever they lost.
That fear was horrifically evoked when something far more firm than a limp leaf of seaweed wrapped around your ankle. Slimey, cold as death and tipped with five sharp points. Reminiscent of a hand, a very large hand. Expanding across your bare skin like a calloused cuff that threatened to break the skin, sink into the meat and tear your foot off entirely. However, that didn't seem to be happening. No cloud of your own blood instead the safety of the boat got further and further away, turning into a speck barely seen in the shallow water.
"Wait, wait no! What the fuck?! Let go! What the hell?" When your brain managed to get over its fear and shock of the situation your fight-or-flight instincts kicked into high gear and your body began to thrash around against the hold. If it was a shark hitting it in the snout and eyes was imperative to get it to release but what if it wasn't? What else could possibly have your leg in its grip with a goal of pulling you away from the boat?
A flurry of indistinguishable voices and noises came over the radio. From yelps, screams and to curses but the thudding in your ears and the furious splashes drowned them all out, everything became topsy turvy, what was the bottom of the ocean and what was the surface became an abstract concept. The primal urge to escape was ripped away when the respirator giving you oxygen was unceremoniously and harshly ripped from your mouth, the hand that had done it orange and black. The water was salty, like you had dumped an entire container of table salt into your mouth and you washed it down with a sip of water. It was invasive, slipping down your throat into your lungs as they tried to gulp air instead. The more you inhaled the harder it was to move. Your limbs becoming as heavy as cement bricks. Unconsciousness began to consume everything, your body down to your mind. The eerie sensation of falling was the last thing before everything faded to black...
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my traits are caring, sweet, stubborn, hardworking,supportive, Kindhearted! (You know me.) Uhh..I’m a woman of color.
You take your pick because you know a lot about me!
Wife! 🥺
This might be highly controversial but I see you being a fantastic match for:
Pro Hero Eijirou Kirishima!
Now, now, now I know you're shipped with Bakugou a lot but seeing how well Eijirou handles Bakugo I think he's the better match!
Like say...your mail gets lost again and you're ready to burn down the whole city because how do you loose mail? He's excellent at diffusing the situation and he knows how to simmer your anger down. Not just over missing mail but over anything that can tick you off.
He can also persuade you, Eijirou has those beggy, puppy dog eyes that no one can resist. He uses them to his full advantage to get extra cuddles before bed or to get you to take a break when you're overworking or overthinking things.
If you don't comply this beefcake himbo can pick you up and haul you to the bedroom so he careful if you deny him his snuggle time.
Also two very supportive people together? I sense a power couple! Eijirou bounces off your energy and don't be surprised if you two are playfully competing about who is better. "You're amazing!", "No, you're amazing!", "You are breathtaking!", "No, you're stunning!" Etcetera etcetera.
Doesn't leave or let you leave without kissing you goodbye and saying "I love you", it's a ritual at this point. If he doesn't get them then he's moping throughout the day.
Dates are simple but sweet. Coffee date, picnic, homemade dinner or surprising you with a night out after giving you a whole bouquet of flowers. He's not the best with words and expressing his feelings so he does the manly option and give you gifts to make up for it.
Eijirou does go through bouts of self-worth issues. He doesn't see himself as enough for you, you're so amazing and talented, and what is he? You deserve the world and someone who can give you that, he doesn't believe he can. Nothing a smoochie smoochie and reassurance can't fix with your bright smile.
Runners up: Yuji Itadori from JJK, Shoyo Hinata from Haikyuu, Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach. I just realized all these characters are redheads..
