hello, my flowers! i'm sunny, a 19-year-old and tv show enthusiast. i love to read fics and have recently been dabbling in writing. however, i take a while to write and i apologize in advance for what will most likely be very slow/late uploads!!
types of FLOWERS:
my hero academia
jujutsu kaisen
avatar: the last airbender
currently PLANTING:
red sneakers- part 3
prohero!dynamight x model!reader
smell the FLOWERS:
my hero academia
jujutsu kaisen
avatar: the last airbender
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as of now, my x-reader fics will be written for fem!reader and will use she/her pronouns. this may change, but write now this is what i am most comfortable writing with, as it aligns with more of my personal experiences.
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gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.
his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.
always.
because next is your favorite part.
his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.
satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.
he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.
and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.
because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.
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Fuck that ho, fuck that bitch, It's fuck that ho 'til the condom slip
messy pro hero!kastuki who has beef with your also pro!ex boyfriend and who decides to one up him when he sees you drinking alone at a bar. you guys have been public for a while now, headlines and front pages so to see you sitting alone nursing a glass of whiskey, katsuki is intrigued to say the least. turns out you and your ex had broken up (he is a messy horrible cheater who got caught while in another city with at least three girls) and while you are upset and hurt and kinda heartbroken, you are furious, filled to the brim with a desire for revenge,for retribution and that’s exactly how you find yourself under dynamight with his cock shoved deep within you.
you’re a babbling mess, a mess of lipgloss, spit and tears are smeared across your cheeks. your cunt squeezing and gushing around him and god did he feel good. as if the number one pro wasn’t enough of a good hero, he was a good fuck. already making you cum on his tongue then his fingers and now his cock.
“who’s making you feel this good, baby?” he drawls, pulling his hips back to sit on his hunches as you fuck yourself.
“you” you whine, hips chasing his.
“nuh uh. give me a name, sweetheart.” he tsks, slowly beginning a grind of his hips.
“ ‘s you, dynamight.” your voice stutters out as his thumb comes to press on your clit.
his phone pans up from your sopping pussy, clenching around his bare cock (you never let your ex hit it raw) to your messy, flushed face. his fingers that were once deep in you grip your chin, hard and rough, but not cruel.
“better than your number two hero?”
you nod, words leaving you as he slides two fingers against your tongue.
“need you to say it.”
he presses down on your tongue.
“so much better.” you grin around the digits.
katsuki clicks the phone off, throwing it across the room as he leans over you, kisses being pressed to your jaw, cheek, neck, anywhere he can reach.
“you wanna send it to him?” he is breathless as he returns to fucking his hips into you
“shut up, katsuki.” you push against his chest to roll him over. “just fuck me”
the difference between katsuki & izuku's breeding kinks 18+, MDNI
katsuki has a breeding kink in the sense that he loves the feeling of knowing you’re full of his cum. that he is who made you get pregnant, and now you’re bringing in a little piece of him and you into this world because of the act. it’s all about the legacy, and intimacy of knowing that you’re both now a team, that by you being pregnant there’s some cosmic entanglement between you two.
izuku however has a breeding kink because he thinks there’s nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of you pregnant. that you’re willing to bring a life into this world because you love and trusted him so much. he’s looking forward to all the domestic stuff — massaging your body, looking after your morning sickness, and indulging in whatever outlandish craving you have.
The door clicked shut behind you, from the pressure of your body being pressed against the wood. Megumis hands slither to encircle your waist, pale slim fingers splaying on your back as he presses himself impossibly closer into you. Your hands finding their ways to tangle in his raven spikes, and the other finding place on his neck, thumb tentatively caressing his sharp jaw as your mouths move in sync against another's.
Megumi was almost never like this. As in, needy. But not the sexual type needy, the type of needy that he craved touch, the feeling of you being there. With him. Your hands touching him softly, a way of feeling that hes cared for, loved for.
Your mouths slowly dancing together, tongues sliding against one another's, passionate but soft. Megumi slightly, leans back, lips loosing contact, but still close enough to be in touch again. "I love you.." he murmurs softly, his pretty eyes gazing into yours with pure love and need. The corners of your mouth twitch up, whispering a soft, "I love you too Megs." A breath of contentment leaves his mouth, the warmness hitting your lips before being captured once again by his pale lips.
Slowly, taking his time, his kisses trail off, one on the corner of your mouth, then on your cheek, onto your cheekbone, another one pressing on the end of your jaw next to your ear, then down onto your jaw, each kiss leaving a small soft smooching sound. His tongue reaches out to tentatively trace the sharp of your jaw, to the end where jaw meets ear. His lips taking their time as they descend down to your neck, doing the same as your face.
He practically makes out with your neck, tongue kitten licking the skin, lips lightly puckering on different patches of skin. A light content sigh leaves your lips, as your fingers massage his scalp soothingly.
The shared moment creates an intimate and loving atmosphere in the living room as the two of you only solely seek and pay attention to eachother.
Well solely focused until Megumi starts feeling an odd texture on his lips and in his mouth. His brows furrow mid kiss, tongue pulling back into his mouth, lips detaching from the soft skin of your neck. "You okay Megs? Something wrong?" You tilt your head to be faced with a confused Megumi, his lips parted and the pink tip of his tongue peeking out between his teeth. "It feels wierd" he muffles out, refusing to stick his tongue back into his mouth.
And just when your about to ask him to elaborate, his eyes lock onto and follow the patches of gold shimmer on your neck. "What's that? On your skin?" He questions, mouth still agape. Your head attempts to look down at your neck and lands on your shoulder. A very glittery shoulder.
A snort of laughter vibrates through you as you stare back at a very cute and puzzled looking Megumi. "Baby, thats body glitter." You cant help but laugh again, your hands landing on the sides of his face as he anxiously tastes the glitter in his mouth, a lightly disgusted face pulling at his features. "Come on lets rinse your mouth" you say still laughing.
Lets just say, Megumi will be checking your neck for body glitter everytime after today...
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꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki loves the lotus position. mdni.
whipped! pro hero! bakugou x fem! reader. unprotected piv. clït stim. breäst play. body worship ? multiple örgasms implied ❤︎
katsuki’s never understood people who can exist alongside someone they love without constantly reaching for them. the distance, no matter how small, nags at him. he needs you to crawl into his ribcage, needs your heart to beat against his, needs your bodies pressed together until he can’t tell where he ends and you begin.
which is why he loves the lotus position. he loves having you in his lap like this. your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind his back. chest flush against his, faces so close he can feel your eyelashes flutter when you blink. feel every breath you take, feel your walls flutter greedily around his cock. feel every subtle shift of your muscles, every rapid beat of your heart against his sternum. every inch of him touching every inch of you, he’s truly at peace.
his crimson eyes are hazy as he gazes at you. he brushes his nose against yours. lingering there for a second before doing it again. and again. before closing the sliver of space between you. lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s more love than lust. there’s no rush, no urgency.
one of his hands, which had been resting firmly on the small of your back, traces a slow path upward, calloused fingers splayed wide between your shoulder blades. the other cups the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your ear.
katsuki is never satisfied with just kissing you, with just rocking his hips against yours. he needs to merge with you, to absorb the air from your lungs the second it enters them, to bypass skin and bone and muscle until he’s curled up in the very center of your being.
but then he feels the subtle shift in your chest, the way your breath hitches ever slightly. he’s not an idiot. he knows you need to breathe. frustration rumbles in his chest as he — very reluctantly — breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to create a sliver of space between your lips, but his forehead stays pressed firmly against yours. half-lidded gaze taking in the rise and fall of your chest and your glossy, kiss-bitten lips parting slightly as you gasp for the air he so selfishly stole from you. a muscle ticks in his jaw as he fights the urge to just kiss you breathless again
“still with me ?” he manages to grit out. you nod and he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “good,” he murmurs “can’t have you tapping out on me yet”
his hands drift up your sides, brushing against the undersides of your breasts. you shiver, and he smiles against your skin smugly. he cups your tits, kneading them gently, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re pebbled and aching for more. he leans in, tracing an areola with his tongue before sucking gently. his hand continues its work on your other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching slowly.
he’s in his element. reveling in the taste of your skin on his tongue and the soft sounds you’re trying so hard to suppress. he wants to hear them, wants to pull them from your throat one by one until you’re screaming his name. his hips begin to grind in perfect sync with the rhythm of his mouth until you’re writhing against him desperately. “katsuki . . .”
“patience, baby,” he releases your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air on the damp skin, watching goosebumps rise on your skin. “got all night. wanna make you feel reaaal good.”
he looks up at you, crimson eyes flooded with need that mirrors your own. then he’s kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans as his fingers trace a path down your torso. his palm presses flat against your lower belly, right where you can feel the pressure of him inside you. he smirks as he dips into the hollow of your hips, then lower.
“mghh” you’re trembling as his fingers slide through your slick folds. gasping into his mouth, hips bucking involuntarily. he’s so close, but he’s not touching you where you need him most. “please ‘suki,” you whimper against his lips, the word torn from your throat. you need him just as much as he needs you.
“always so damn impatient” he pants but he finally rubs slow, sweet circles on your already swollen and sensitive clit. ministrations too much and not enough at the same time. you’re dripping all over him. filthy, lewd squelches filling the space between your gasps with every pass of his thumb over the bundle of nerves.
you clench down, a vice-like grip around his cock. his thumb presses harder, circles on your clit spinning a little faster. the lotus position leaves you no room to escape the overwhelming sensation. every desperate roll of your hips grinds your clit against his fingers, buries his cock even deeper, and forces you to feel the unyielding pressure of his tip brushing that sensitive spot inside you.
katsuki revels in it. in the mess you’re making just for him. in the way your slick coats his fingers, your inner thighs, the base of his cock still buried deep inside you. he loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your breath hitches, the way your walls clench down even harder around him every time he brushes against your sweet spot. he loves watching you fall apart, loves knowing he’s the one making you feel this way.
his eyes are fixed on you, pupils blown wide, swallowing the crimson of his irises. he’s memorizing every every subtle shift in your expression. he’s watching the way your eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. the way your lips part. the bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple, following the curve of your jaw. he doesn’t miss a thing. it’s like he’s trying to burn this image of you directly onto the back of his eyelids.
you feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with your nudity. heat crawls up your neck, burning your cheeks. you instinctively break eye contact and try to hide your face in the sweat-damp crook of his shoulder. and of course, he’s far from pleased
“nuh-uh,” he tuts, his free hand, the one not currently torturing your clit, comes up to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the leverage to pry you away from the curve of his neck, “don’t you dare hide from me.”
“well stop staring at me.” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut.
“i’ll stare all i damn want to,” he scoffs. “now open your eyes so i can see how pretty they look when you cum” his grip on you loosens, his voice loses its edge, “please. . .”
it’s the closest he’ll ever get to begging. you can’t really deny him, not when he’s making you feel so good. so you let your eyes flutter open. you let him look. you let him see all of you, you let him see the way your pupils dilate, the way your lips falls apart. the way tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he rocks you into oblivion, coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you. and he watches it all, committing every gasp, every tear, every tremor to his long-term memory.
he doesn’t let up. even when your legs tremble uncontrollably and his muscles scream in protest from being folded for so long. he just shifts his weight, pulling you impossibly closer. because this is what he craves. what he needs. what he lives for: being skin to skin, heart to heart, until your very souls merge into one.
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bakugo always had a . . . creative nickname for everyone ( see pinky, shitty hair, and dunce face ), and mina being the detective she is, couldn't help but notice when he started calling you by your name.
so of course she brought attention to this to all the others.
and they noticed the small things.
the way bakugo would hold the door open for you ( bare minimum but he let it shut in everyone else's faces ), how he quieted his voice. the edge dropping, the sharpness dulling.
how his shoulders seemed more relaxed when around you, how the faint start of a smile played at his lips whenever talking to you.
he was just . . . calm. in a way so non-bakugo that it was eerily off putting for everyone else watching.
and he wasn't stupid. he saw their staring, noticed the way mina's eyes flicked in his direction whenever he talked to you.
but he couldn't really bring himself to care. not when you were smiling right in front of him.
a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend
the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.
the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?
you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.
“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.
“what do you mean?”
he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”
you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?
“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.
“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?
“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”
“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.
he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.
“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside or your nice smell.
“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“oh?”
he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”
“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?
“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.
“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.
“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”
“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”
his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.
“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.
“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.
“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.
“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”
“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”
he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”
you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”
