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SHES SO BEAUTIFUL I JUST WANNA SMOOCH HER FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAA

claireee hehehee💖💗💜

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The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Little Ken Drabble cause he’s my little loser<3

Kenma Kozume is a lot of things. He’s quiet, reserved, and a fucking loser. Spending all his nights in game lobby’s shit talking other players while he dominates the leader board is his preferred way to spend his time. But what happens when a females voice pops in through his headset telling him he’s ’absolute dogshit’?

Well, him being the feminist he is, he challenges her to a 1v1. He’s a fair man, after all! Man or woman, he can take them down. Oh, how wrong he was. Not even 10 minutes into the match he’s died 3 times. ‘How is this happening?’ He thinks to himself. He’s a good player, a great player even. But this chick is single handedly kicking his ass. At the end of the match he does the mature thing to do and congratulates her on her win.

Hopping into a separate vc they chat for a little bit. ‘She knows her stuff..’ he thinks as he listens to her soft voice. “Well, I gotta get to bed, i got school in the morning plus I just signed up to the manager of this sports club..” “Oh, really? What sport?” “Volleyball! My schools team is actually really good. We have the best setter!” “Huh..I play volleyball..and I’m a setter..” “you wouldn’t happen to go to Nekoma high school would you..?” “..I gotta go-!”

And with the speed of light he throws his head set off and leaves the call. Not only is this girl incredible at games, but she’s now the manager of his club and she thinks he’s a good setter? Why will cute girls always be his downfall..?

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Haikyuu!!

◇ - Fluff, ♡ - Smut, ♤ - angst, ☆ -Stars favorites

SEIJOH-

Kyotani Kentaro

Needy bf ◇

NEKOMA-

Kozume kenma

Loser boy ◇

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Sighhh been thinking about Kyotani who’s so desperate for your love and affection but doesn’t know how to ask..

(chubby, fem, reader in mind but all inclusive, 1 mention of boobs)

I can see it now, Kyotani sitting on your bed, pretending to scroll on his phone but honestly his eyes are on you. His pretty baby sitting down, doing their makeup. He thinks you’re an angel, how could someone look so pure and lovely while doing absolutely nothing at all? He feels himself getting frustrated, so worked up over the sight of you. He wanted a kiss, your hands on his face, you in his lap, something! He huffs under his breath, grumbling to himself. This of course doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Kyo?” You hum his name, looking at him through the mirror. His head shoots up, immediately meeting your gaze as he grunts in response.

Patting the side of your thigh you tilt your head, beckoning him over. He stands up walking over to where you sat, his large frame towering over you as he waits for another command.

Simply pointing to the floor beside you he quickly drops to his knees, his eyes now level with your exposed collarbones. Oh how he’d love to kiss across your skin, his tongue gliding across all your sensitive spots-

“Why’re you pouting?” Your voice breaks his trance. His eyebrows furrow in response to your question, his scowl deepening. “I don’t pout.” He huffs out.

“Okay, baby.” You scoff lightly, breaking eye contact with your own reflection to look at Kyotani, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. You put the cap on your eyeliner, hands reaching out to cradle his face.

“What’s the matter, Sweets?” You sweetly coo. Your face holds a mock pout and any other time he’d make a fuss, but right now he couldn’t care less. The way you’re looking at him mixed with your soft hands holding him so gently Kyotani thinks he can die happy.

His eyes soften, his gaze cloudy with love as he loses himself in the moment. He lets out a barely audible hum as he leans more into your palms. His own arms moving to wrap around your plump waist as he shoves his face into your breasts.

You let out a soft giggle, running your fingers through his buzzed hair. “Kyo, baby. Talk to me.” You coo gently only to get a grunt in response. “Nothing. I’m good now.” He states with a soft sigh. “So there was something wrong?” You tease, scratching his scalp. “You fixed it.” It’s the only response you get before he hooks one arm under your knees and tightens the one still on your waist as he picks you up.

Walking over to your bed he gently lays you down, before unceremoniously plopping down on top of you. You let out a grunt of surprise that quickly turns into soft laughter as Kyotani hides his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. “Yknow, if you wanted attention you could have just said that.” You tease. Kyotani nips at your neck before whispering “I’m getting there..”

I haven’t posted in forever >_< sorry guys </3

Request are open!!

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Stupid loser (affectionate<3)

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kenma kozume x gender neutral reader, fluff, just reader being silly <3

this is my first work like this, i don't love it but i thought it was cute :)

wc: 360 ✰

"kenmaaaa." you flop onto his bed, ignoring the huff your boyfriend lets out as he's jostled by your movement. "i have a question."

he doesn't answer, too focused on the console in his hands, but the slight tilt of his head tells you he's still listening.

“do you have a crush?”

there’s another moment of silence, but it’s cut off by kenma actually pausing his game and looking up at you, confused. “... what?”

“a crush. do you have one?” you roll onto your stomach to face him, legs moving up to kick idly behind you.

“am i supposed to say you?” he sounds unimpressed. rude.

you let out a dramatic gasp in response, scooting closer. “is it me? really?”

kenma looks about ready to push you off the bed, hands already moving towards his handheld again. “are you being serious?”

“dead.” a poke to his cheek. “c’mon, i need to know!”

“y/n, cut it out, of course you’re my crush.”

another gasp. “you admit it! you like me!”

kenma is very much regretting pausing his game. he rubs at his eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to even agree to let you come watch him play. he met you through kuroo, which should have already given him a good idea of your personality, but he foolishly assumed that you couldn’t be worse than his rooster haired best friend. he was wrong.

“yeah, i like you.”

“do you…” you pause for dramatic effect. “... like-like me?”

he throws a pillow at your head. “y/n, we’ve literally been dating for a year.”

“i needed to make sure!”

kenma goes back to his game with a slight roll of his eyes. “as if. you know you’re the only person i would ever feel this way for.”

after his comment goes without a reaction from you, he starts to worry he’s said the wrong thing. he pauses the game again, already opening his mouth to form an apology, but instead he’s tackled to his back by your hug.

“ah! stop, stop-!”

a sloppy kiss to his cheek shuts him up. “i love you, nerd.”

“you’re so gross.”

he loves you too.

likes/rbs are appreciated!

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Drooling rn

touchstarved!sero who is naturally really flirtatious and friendly so he craves physical touch like a fucking drug

touchstarved!sero who finds every excuse to touch you—pulling out your chair at dinner functions, guiding you through crowds with one hand at the small of your back; fuck, he’ll even pull your palm into his lap and pretend to examine your lifeline just to get his hands on you

touchstarved!sero who does not fuck around as soon as he knows you’re interested

touchstarved!sero who's pressing you up against the door of the storage closet, cupping your pussy through your underwear and smirking against your lips when he feels how wet you are, "damn baby, is someone a little worked up?"

touchstarved!sero who 100 percent uses his quirk to restrain you even as you're begging to touch him, "sorry honey, gotta get my fill of you first" while prying your legs wide open and diving in between your legs

touchstarved!sero who wants you as messy as he can get you, teasing out orgasm after orgasm from his tongue alone. will not stop until you’ve squirted in his mouth, “sweet as fuckin’ candy, pretty girl, always knew you’d have the best fucking pussy”

a/n: i've never written for him before but this had me feeling a type of way. other touchstarved!mha boys here

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Haikyuu fandom!!! Are you alive!!??

Brazil!Shoyo x reader in mind but can be seen with others, suggestive, uhhh idk bad writing!!

The evening began innocently enough—a casual dinner to catch up with an old friend after years apart. The restaurant was cozy, its dim lighting casting a warm glow over the polished wooden tables. We laughed over shared memories, our conversation flowing easily as though no time had passed. It felt natural, comfortable.

But there was something else simmering beneath the surface, something neither of us dared to name aloud.

His eyes lingered on mine a moment too long when I spoke, and the way he reached across the table to brush a stray hair from my face sent a ripple of heat through me. I tried to ignore it, laughing it off as a fleeting moment of intimacy between friends. But my pulse betrayed me.

When the night ended, we found ourselves walking back to my apartment, the cold air biting at our cheeks and tightening the tension already crackling between us. At my door, I hesitated, unsure if I should invite him in. But his smile, that easy, charming grin, made the decision for me. I pushed the door open, stepping aside to let him in.

We sat on the couch, our conversation quieter now, less about shared memories and more about each other in the present. He leaned in closer with every word, his hand brushing mine, his knee grazing my thigh. The tension was no longer ignorable; it was palpable, a living thing pressing against us.

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t tentative or questioning. It was firm, deliberate, as though he had been waiting for this moment longer than he cared to admit. My breath hitched as his hands found my hips, pulling me closer until I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs. His lips left mine to travel down my neck, warm and soft, sending shivers coursing through me.

My hands tangled in his hair as his mouth moved lower, teasing, tasting. His knee pressed against me, firm and deliberate, drawing a gasp from my lips. His name spilled from me, unbidden, a whisper against the charged air.

How had we gotten here? A reunion dinner that started with laughter and innocent nostalgia had unraveled into this—an ache, a need neither of us could deny any longer. Every barrier between friendship and desire had been crossed, and in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

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Misc Masterlist

◇ - Fluff, ♡ - Smut, ♤ - angst, ☆ -Stars favorites

Leon s. Kennedy

-mirror ♡

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Hihii!!

I know that most likely I’m not the first one to ask but could we perhaps get a part 2 of the most recent Mha smau you did?? Hope you’re doing well!

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Hello nonnie!!! Welcome to my Journal<3 I hope you enjoy~

Kiss and makeup 💋

Characters- E. Kirishima, H. Sero, D. Kaminari, K. Bakugo

Warnings: cursing, fluff, lover boy sero<3

Trying to format things, what do we think?

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hey!! u should like totally do mha men when they randomly lash out on u for whatever reason!!!!! (denki should DEF be in there btw cs i never see him included in any of these typa things..)

-denki kaminari #1 biggest fan ever

Hi nonnie!!! Sorry I’ve been putting this off I couldn’t figure out how to write it so I’m gonna try an SMAU..hope you don’t mind!!

My first time trying smaus..should I do more?

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I’ve been thinking about Leon S Kennedy…

His thick, strong, arm wrapped around your neck from behind while the other clings to your waist. He has you in a full Nelson, keeping your eyes trained to the mirror in front of your shared bed. Leon has you fully stripped, your ass resting on his clothed thighs as his hand on your waist runs lower, and lower until he’s hovering just above where you need him most. “Leon..please..” his name slips past your lips in a desperate whimper. Leon only grins in response, leaning in to pepper kisses against your cheek “I know, princess, I know..” He sweetly coos against your skin. His middle finger finally comes in contact with your aching clit, rubbing small circles against your bud. A soft sigh exits your lips as your head falls back against his shoulder, but his fingers pinch your bud in response. “Keep your eyes up, baby..want you to see how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers..”

Should I add him to my character list…

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Beel is so big and juicy..ndndndksm

Sitting on the common area couch scrolling mindlessly through social media is a regular occurrence. What isn’t is watching Beel come through the House of Lamanation door, shirtless and sweaty, his shorts hanging low allowing your eyes to drift to his v-line. Eyes going lower, and lower until the collar of your shirt feels hot and stuffy. As your eyes snap back up to his face, Beels completely oblivious to the way his beefy body makes your thighs squeeze together. He’s more occupied with chugging a bottle of water like he hasn’t drank in a year. A few droplets of water slide down his chin to his chest and suddenly it feel like you’re wearing way too many clothes.

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Hi I saw you wrote for Denki and I’m so thankful to find a fellow denki simp. If possible do you think you could write something with denki x fem reader who is just as much of a brainrot meme lord as him, but if anyone insults him (not in a teasing manner so actual insults) she’ll rip them limb from limb like will challenge bakugo (probably won’t win but she’s willing) I feel like the boy is just constantly getting insulted.

I’m Sorry if this makes no sense I’m still not used to requesting stuff

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: cursing, mean Bakugo

The common room buzzed with laughter and lighthearted banter as we settled into our usual spots after another grueling day of training. The warmth of camaraderie wrapped around us like a blanket, the aches of the day forgotten in the glow of shared triumphs and teasing remarks. I perched comfortably on Denki’s lap, his arms loosely around my waist. Mina and Jirou lounged to my left, their animated gestures punctuating their giggles. To my right, Kirishima sprawled on the armrest, his ever-present grin lighting up the room.

Across from us, Bakugo slouched on the couch, arms crossed and a scowl resting permanently on his face, while Sero leaned back, his expression smug as he directed his latest jab toward Kirishima.

“Hey, Kiri, how did it feel to be tied up in my tape? Bet that’s a first,” Sero teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

Kirishima let out a groan, running a hand through his spiky hair. “It’s not my fault, man! Bakubro bumped into me!”

Bakugo’s growl cut through the laughter. “Tch, it ain’t my fault! Dunce face over here tripped me when he went all stupid!”

The sharpness of his tone sliced through the playful mood. My smile faltered, the laughter around us dimming slightly as I glanced at Denki. He still wore his characteristic lopsided grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers tapped nervously on my thigh, betraying the sting that Bakugo’s words had left behind.

“Come on, Bakugo,” Mina chimed in, her tone light but firm. “We’re just messing around. No need to go all explosion-y on us.”

“Yeah,” Jirou added, her eyebrow raised. “Maybe look in a mirror before calling someone stupid.”

The air in the common room crackled with tension as Bakugo’s bark echoed off the walls.

“Who you calling stupid, you punk-ass wannabe?!” he snapped at Jirou, his sharp tone slicing through the laughter that had once filled the room.

Jirou, ever unimpressed, merely rolled her eyes. “Calm down, Bakugo. You’re so predictable it’s not even worth arguing.”

Before the situation could escalate further, Denki’s soft voice cut in. “Hey man, it’s no big deal—”

Bakugo turned on him immediately, venom dripping from his words. “I wasn’t talking to you, idiot! Keep your mouth shut. You’re more tolerable when I forget you’re here.”

The room fell eerily silent. I could feel Denki shrink beneath me, his shoulders curling inward as if Bakugo’s words had physically hit him. His hands, once steady on my waist, faltered, and my heart ached at the sight of his forced, brittle smile.

“Alright,” I muttered under my breath, anger simmering just beneath the surface. Rising from Denki’s lap, I squared my shoulders and turned to face Bakugo directly.

Standing over him, I let my frustration spill out in sharp, unwavering words. “Can you shut the hell up for once? You’re always so loud. I know you like to hear yourself talk, but damn, the rest of us could use some peace and quiet from your constant bitching!”

Bakugo’s eyes widened for a split second, clearly taken aback, before narrowing into his usual fiery glare. “What the hell did you just say to me?” he growled, his hands twitching as if itching for an explosion.

“You heard me,” I shot back, refusing to back down. “It’s one thing to yell for no reason, but you’ve got no right to tear someone down just because you’re pissed off. Maybe try shutting up and letting someone else breathe for once.”

The room was deathly quiet, all eyes bouncing between the two of us. Mina and Kirishima exchanged worried glances, while Sero looked frozen between stepping in and letting the showdown play out. Jirou leaned forward, her smirk betraying her amusement.

“Bakugo, chill,” Kirishima finally said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re being kind of a jerk, man. Denki didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

Bakugo let out a harsh “Tch,” his glare darting to Kirishima before settling back on me. For a moment, it seemed like he might explode—literally—but instead, he shoved himself off the couch and stormed toward the door.

“Whatever,” he growled. “I don’t need to waste my time with extras like you.”

The door slammed behind him, the force rattling the walls. The tension in the room dissolved slowly, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

I turned back to Denki, his wide eyes meeting mine as he blinked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I did,” I replied softly, sitting back down beside him. “He doesn’t get to treat you like that. None of us deserve that.”

Denki’s smile, though small, was genuine this time. “Thanks,” he said, his fingers brushing mine briefly.

Mina broke the quiet with a loud clap. “Alright, now that’s the energy we need around here! Who’s up for snacks?”

The room erupted into murmured agreements, the heavy atmosphere finally giving way to the warmth of friendship again. But as we all moved on, I caught the brief flicker of gratitude in Denki’s gaze and knew that standing up had been the right thing to do.

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The cogs are turning☆..

OMG THE EARRINGS! WHY IS HE HOTTT? I NEED 20, 200K+ WORDED FICS!ASAPPPP.