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⇢wishing to keep my main account separated from this blog, you can call me rascal or rasc!

⇢she/they/jest/clown (experimenting)

⇢this user is 20 years old!!

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◤ this blog was conceived with the mere ◥

purpose of experimenting with my

writing!! if by any chance i decide to cross

◣ post, i will let it be known here straight up! ◢

⑴。BYI

for the most part, this is going to be a selfship/x reader related ramble blog. requests are deeply appreciated, as they allow me to experiment with multiple writing styles and characterizations! i love characterizations charlie,,,

my writing catalogue is pretty restricted,, it might change in the future!! i write fluff for the most part and i'm willing to experiment with nsft themes—angst and other genres will be evaluated before accepting the given request. see DNI section for an instance of what i WON'T write.

REQUESTS/ASKS ARE OPEN, SFT AND NSFT! for now, former wise, only imagines—the moment i expand my fandom list, I'll make sure you can check it before you can request anything aligning to it.

obviously, cherry on top, english isn't my first language. be wary of this, and i apologize in advance.

⑵。DNI

imagine you and your f/o(s) sitting down on the sofa. anything important for the day has been marked off the checklist. you can finally exhale and chill together for a bit.

you reach, with one hand, for the remote. the other rests just an inch, maybe a few more, away from your (nearest) partner’s. you exchange casual glances at each other, in a silence which hides an intent for agreement, before you both nod and you finally turn on the TV.

what is the first thing that pops up as the screen lights up? a comedy show, a romance movie? the news broadcast, maybe, if you're feeling a bit more serious?

whatever it is, your f/o(s) do/esn't seem as invested as you are. yes, they do look at what's happening now and then, but their attention is drawn, for the most part, by your face as you're enchanted by the ensuing shenanigans. five minutes pass, then ten, then again half an hour, more time runs away—and they start to get pouty, either literally or mentally. when will you ever turn to face them, they think? when will you focus your attention on them? they want it to be their turn to be looked at with such eyes full of wonder. yet they don't feel like interrupting you, they convince themselves that begging you in their head will miraculously make you understand—

—until you move. by sudden odds in their favour, your free hand, the one so painfully close to theirs at the beginning, finally lingers over it, before they feel a crumb of the warmth that was being so yearned for until seconds ago. they don't complain. they don't care. they couldn't possibly be happier in this moment, especially as you turn to face them.

“i don't know about you, but i’m getting bored” is all they need to hear before they become a puddle in front of you. “how about we kiss for a bit, mm?”

they don't need to be asked twice.

imagine going out on a mall date with your f/o(s)! maybe they’re as excited to go shopping as you are, eagerly window shopping with you as they gaze adoringly at an item that has caught their attention—do you buy it yourself, willing to make them a gift, or do they indulge in their sudden desire, leaving you no time to ask if they want it? maybe they buy you a longed for item of your own instead, and you don't realize it until they hand it to you. how about a clothing store—are you composed in your purchases, or do you goof around, holding a fashion contest in the dressing rooms?

alt.

they make use of this day out as an excuse to get closer to you and spend some quality time together. you get it, they aren't very talkative, so you don't indulge in anything too extravagant with them, for their own comfort. maybe a long stroll will be nice, accompanied perhaps by a few bits of conversation if they muster enough courage to talk to you once in a while. and if it does happen, you eventually realize it's gotten quite late—geez, time sure flies with company around—and just before the mall closes, you get enough time to stop by the nearest fast food and have dinner together.

needless to say, they couldn't ask for anything better.

imagine you and your f/o(s) in the comfort of your shared bed, lying down at the end of the day. hands reach for one another as you try to get closer—a way to unwind and relax before you need to get up the following morning.

you move to cup their cheeks and press slow, gentle kisses all over their face, and they reciprocate your tenderness by letting their fingers rest just below your back, thumbs massaging the skin there. you gaze into each other's eyes, your breaths mingle and synchronize. as you share your goodnight kiss and cuddle together, the warmth of your pressed bodies seeping in, you think there's no other place you'd rather be.

you. points at you. yes, you, over there! i need you to imagine you and your f/o(s) out for a night stroll together! i need you to imagine them holding your hand tightly while you walk and the late evening breeze caresses your faces. you're wholly at the center of their attention—the come and go of chitchats and people passing by is not important.

they turn around, on occasion, and just can't help but get lost in your smile. it lures them helplessly to you, and before you know it, they pull you in for a secretive peck that holds all the love they can't put into words!

ft. 𝙏.𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙕𝙊𝙆𝙐||𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝘾

SOURCE: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia || BFI: minors shoo away. Shoo, shoo. This thing isn't for you. || INCLUDES: fingering, oral fixation, blowjob, office sex if you squint. +gender neutral!reader || WORD COUNT: 281+320

A/N: he deserves all the love he can get and I feel like he's wayyy too underrated. I'm giving my contribution, my crumbs, to the Skeptic lovers community with this ramble. Also this is my very first 18+ written work ever, I tried to do the best I could, no beta, and if it sucks, I edit it and I die./ref/silly Enjoy.

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It's possible you had a problem, you thought. You've seen him at work countless times, you shouldn't have had any doubt lingering in your head by now, not a single trace of confusion—and yet, there you were, your gaze lingering fascinated on his fingers. Alas, they were all but unfamiliar. You've seen them everywhere after all, quick and precise in every field.

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…but imagine a day on the beach with your f/o(s)! either relaxing, sunbathing with the relentless sound of the waves making for a relaxing background noise which lulls you to sleep—

—or playing around in the water! would you splash some water on them as they try their best to scoot away from the cold feeling? would they return the favor and wet you even worse? would they dive straight in the sea, or would they relax on an inflatable bed? would they make sand castles on the seashore, or would they bring water guns to the fun? oh, the possibilities!