#༊*·˚kenwrites

[navifleur]

desperate ┊ manjiro ‘mikey’ sano x fem!reader ( 18+ )

you’ll take anything mikey will give you

cw — choking, degradation, dirty talk, ownership, dumbification?, spitting, penetration, begging, no protection, crying

a/n — minors dni. this is timeskip mikey, you can choose your favorite one. lmao no plot because i’m impatient

word count — 800

when you first met mikey, he was something out of a fairytale. he was kind, cared just a little too much, and loved his friends and family unconditionally.

but he was different now. he still cared, at least you hoped he did, but he was colder now. crueler.

your relationship went from mutual respect to a one sided give and take, where you kept giving and he would take and take.

even now, when you were sitting on his cock, mouth slack and drool dripping down your chin, he took and chased his own pleasure. anything you felt or wanted was secondary. you’d been at it for over an hour, and you felt yourself slowly slipping away.

“you’re such a cock hungry slut,” he murmured into your ear, taking the opportunity to suck a dark purple mark onto the side of your neck. it stung just enough to be pleasurable, to make your walls pulse.

“mikey…please,” you whimpered, wriggling your hips down against his cock, desperate for any type of movement. or any friction. anything.

“please what?” he asked, bringing one hand up to your tits. his slender fingers skillfully tweaked and pulled at your nipple, making you moan loudly. “use your words,” he teased.

“please…please fuck me!” you pleaded, still grinding down onto his cock, fucking yourself up and down. your eyes were filled with tears from the constant edging. you’d begged mikey to let you come over and over again, but he’d just laughed and shrugged you off. he liked seeing you in pain. he liked watching you squirm and struggle to get off without him, desperate for anything to ease the heat building up inside of you.

finally, mikey thrusted upwards into you with a groan, grabbing your hair with his hand and yanking it. “you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck,” he breathed.

“mikey,” you whined breathlessly, biting down harshly on your bottom lip. before you could register what was happening, mikey had you flipped down onto your back, his arms caging you in on both sides.

this angle was much better, his cock pushed deeper and harder into you. a debauched sob left your lips as he fucked into you, his slamming against you over and over.

once again, you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to climaxing, the heat in the pit of your stomach spreading throughout your whole body, pulsing in your stomach.

“can i cum? please…please let me cum, mikey!” you begged, eyes snapping open to stare into dark obsidian.

mikey cocked his head to the right, “why should i let you?” he taunted, rolling his hips into yours. slowly, he wrapped his hand around your neck, leaving it there as a warning.

“why should i let you cum?” he asked again. “you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for me to use over. and over. and over again.”

as he spoke, you felt mikey’s hand squeeze around your neck, making your cunt clench tightly around his cock.

“i’ll do anything,” you cried, chest heaving up and down, eye slowly filling to the brim with tears. mikey stopped fucking you again, moving just enough to keep you right there on the edge. just a centimeter from tipping over the edge.

he smiled down at you, cruelly, sadistically. “anything? you want it that bad?” he taunted. “even being my little cocksleeve forever?”

mikey used the hand that had been choking you to slowly trail his fingers down your body. “whenever i want you, i’ll bend you over,” he murmured.

“if i tell you to do something, you obey me. no questions asked.” his fingers ghosted around your clit.

“is that what you want?” mikey pressed his thumb down against your clit.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you felt something in your brain shatter, any semblance of you was gone. you nodded furiously, a wail leaving your mouth. “i’m a dumb fucking cockslut, ill do anything please!”

“i knew it, you’re such a good girl,” he said before thrusting back into you as deeply as possible. he raised his hand back to your neck, squeezing and letting go and then squeezing and letting go.

your mouth hung open, just enough for mikey to lean over and spit into it. you dazedly muttered a thank you, barely able to focus on anything other than the searing heat wracking it’s way through your body.

once again, your felt your orgasm approaching, you looked up tearfully at mikey as if asking for permission and this time he nodded, fingers squeezing tightly around your throat just as you came.

your muscles tightened just before you felt your walls convulse around his cock, your back arching upwards from the force of your orgasm. “fuck, mikey, i’m cumming,” you moaned.

a guttural sound came from above you as mikey’s hips stuttered once before he spilled deep into you, his eyes snapping shut and breath heavy.

“you look so pretty with those bruises around your neck”

[afrival]

OH NO! Bakugou is good friends with his classmate at UA but OH NO perhaps he has caught feelings! 😔✋🏻How does he find out and eventually accept his pining and huge crush on their future s/o 😏

bruh I stay keeping the bakugou simps fed I stg 😩💕 come get your food

no warnings

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- Okay honestly it took y’all a while to become “good friends”, and his definition of a good friend is kinda confusing in the first place

- Like if he can tolerate you then that’s good enough for him. He’ll still be an ass, but ya know it works out

- Now consider this: it’s the middle of one of the more normal classes, maybe math or something, and he’s just kinda sitting there w a brooding presence bc he just wants to leave

- every now and then he looks over at you and depending on who you are as a person, you would either be diligently taking notes or you would be goofing off

- either way he would role his eyes and look away

- but then out of fucking NOWHERE when he looks back over that’s when it hits him

- “what the FUCK” is his immediate reaction

- oh and so begins a tragic journey of pining in denial

- now Bakugou does NOT get nervous over dumb shit like this, or at least that’s what he tells himself. after this realization

- maybe he’d avoid you for a few days, maybe he’d be a bit meaner than usual. he doesn’t know how to process this shit AT ALL so he jut manifests it as anger like w/ everything else he feels

- this probably goes on for a few weeks 💔 and like he can tell you’re clearly upset or worried or like “what the hell, dude?”

- and he feels guilty. and he HATES feeling guilty

- he absolutely refuses to talk to anybody about it, he’s a big boy he can handle this himself, so that’s what he does

- after like three weeks of avoiding he’ll randomly just plop down next to you at lunch and pretend nothing happens (don’t be fooled, though, his heart is going ape the whole damn time)

- y’all just continue your normal dynamic, don’t really talk about anything and you don’t try and press the issue. you know eventually he’ll explode and just talk about it

- and that is exactly what he does. one day you two are just chilling in the dorm kitchen, eating or drinking idk

- something inside of him just snaps while he watches you eat. You’re not even doing anything special you’re just munching on a granola bar and that’s when he loses it

- “I like you. Or something. I don’t know— never mind, shit—“

- Then he just. Walks out LMAO

- that’s it that’s the extravagant confession that’s been building up for like two months

- you are left just standing there slowly chewing on your granola bar, left alone to process what the fuck just happened

- oh boy you’re gonna have to have a LONG talk with mans the next day (and ofc confess yourself)

I feel like this is kinda ass, but I tried my best. Writing for him is hard 🤚 Hope you liked it anon ❤️

[incandescent-creativity]

more perusal into the firepower tag. 1) they are amazing. 2) you're killing off one love interest. why. i can't even choose which one. please don't do that. i'll be very sad.

1. True

2. But if you had to pick one to die. I’m curious.

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

centuries by fall out boy for the song ask game?

Well, it’s in Mikhail’s playlist, so it probably fits him the best! 

[endlesshourglass]

OC fact swap: Arden fell through a circus tent while running away from Nazis and that's how they met the rest of the gang.

Oh wow, I’d never think falling through a tent was a good thing, but they do say things happen for a reason! Jazz only met Adrien because they wanted some soup that wasn’t on the menu that day, and when Adrien snuck them some, the two became friendly right away!

OC Fact Swap!

[spacebrick3]

20 and 21 for whoever?

I’ll keep doing Anechoi, since she’s hanging around for now.

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

Hell yes. Because there are people for who penitence or time won’t mean anything. They’ll be around twenty years later saying ‘yeah, I did it, and I’d do it again’. They’re still the same person and they still don’t deserve forgiveness.

21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?

Funnily enough, the answer to this question is the same people as the people from last question. And yes, I would. 

[immawritethat]

I would like you to have a good day tomorrow you extremely cool person!

Am I being plotted against for compliments?? I am not cool y’all, and that’s cool-

[aschenink]

First-Last Line Tag :)

I was tagged (a while ago, sorry!) by the lovely @eternalwritingstudent, thanks hon! 💖

Tagging (feel free to ignore): @feathered-quill @ken-kenwrites @ratracechronicler and anyone else who’d like to join in!

Choose 3 or more characters from your wip and share their first lines, then share the last line written for them

First Lines! 

Jackal:  “That,” he says, caked in blood-mud, raw touch trembling against his pulse, “Was not so fun.” 

Viktor: “Easy on the gun, kid.  Before you hurt yourself.” 

Magenta:  “I want revenge.”  The words falter when they hit the air, like arrows being shot at the stars—glinting violently in the skies but always falling short.  Wishing on impossibilities.  

Most Recent Lines:

Jackal:  "What do you know about my family's business?" Jackal asks, voice crackling, slipping like the rain.

Viktor: “Kal, this is a bad idea.” 

Magenta:  "The cuts," Magenta echoes, looking down at the frayed wrappings around her palms. 

[michael-lover-anon-blog]

I have no Michaels to offer you. But I have a James?

michaels only sorry 

[scribble-dee-vee]

✨🌒✨You are made of stardust and galaxies and I love you. Send this to your ten favourite people on this website. 💫🌔🌟

:D :D :D

[cheburashkafem]

baby, your eyes are my favorite eyes and your nose is my favorite nose and your laugh is my favorite laugh and when i look at you with silly smiles on both our faces my heart skips and my stomach flips over because how incredible it is to exist at the same time as someone so breathtakingly beautiful love, your hands are the softest hands and your hugs are the softest hugs and your kisses are the softest kisses i know and every time i hold you, your head on my chest and my arms around you, i thank every eyelash and every star that i have wished on for letting me love you in this wonderful way darling, your mind is the most fascinating and your arms are the most comforting and every time you say 'i love you' the universe stops time to be infinite in the most perfect way and, baby, that feeling is my favorite.

shut up // make me

[afrival]

Yoooo, can I leave a request for Annie where she gets really sick and tries to play it off but just feels awful the whole day and her s/o is having NONE of it and forces her to let them baby her for a lil bit? Just really fluffy and shit

Thanks!

THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE 👹👹👹 have this short ass oneshot thing. Also nobody is double checking this so I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors 😩🙌

warning for vomiting

modern au

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“Annie.”

No response.

“Annie.”

She muffles a cough.

“ANNIE.”

The blonde groans and rolls her head back, pausing the movie you two were watching. You haven’t been paying attention for a while in the first place, distracted by the pained noises Annie was—likely involuntarily— making.

“What,” she states more than asks.

You glare at her. “We have cold medicine in the kitchen cabinet.“

Annie shakes her head then says, “I don’t need it.”

“You’ve been sitting here for the last twenty minutes coughing and sniffling, it’s a little annoying,” you mumble and scoot closer to her, and raise your hand to her forehead— it’s burning. She smacks you hand away.

“Annie you have a fever-“

“You can go watch something somewhere else if I’m annoying you, but I’m fine.”

“I wanted to watch this with you though,” you huffed and dropped your hand to your lap. Annie sighs and unpauses the movie— neither of you speak again.

That is until she jolts up from the couch, her face twisted, and rushes down the hallway. Uncomfortable wrenching noises echo from the bathroom. For ten minutes you leave Annie alone, cringing every time she vomits again.

When it’s quiet you make your way to the bathroom and knock gently against the white door.

“Annie?” you call.

She groans and coughs again, “I’m fine.”

“Can I come in?”

She doesn’t reply, so you take it as a yes. The door creaks open and you see Annie kneeled in front of the toilet. Her hair hangs down around her shoulders and around her face, sweat sticks to her hairline.

She looks miserable.

“Y’sure you’re okay?”

She heaves, an awful wheeze sound leaving her mouth, and spits into the toilet, “Yeah.”

Irritation flickers in your chest— clearly she wasn’t, and you have noticed it all day. You saw how she was paler than normally, how her hands shook slightly when she got a glass of water, and how the bags under her eyes made her face appear more solemn.

Annie has never been one to ask for help— even when she needs it. Once, before you started dating, she broke her leg and refused to let anyone call for an ambulance. The only reason she didn’t drive herself to the emergency room (somehow) is Bertholdt had frantically insisted that she let him take her.

Point is, this isn’t any different. The only way to help Annie is with force, so that’s what you decide to do.

“Alright,” you walk towards her and place your left hand on her back. “Get up.”

She doesn’t move.

“Annie, quit being an ass, let me help. I hate seeing you like this.”

Now here’s something that the others didn’t know that well— something Bertholdt didn’t get to see that time— Annie was soft, especially for you.

She sighs and nods, defeat slumping her shoulders. You guide her up and keep your hand on her lower back as she walks back to the couch.

She doesn’t protest when you throw a clean t-shirt at her face and tell her to change, or when you shove a thermometer under her tongue, or when you slide a brush through her hair to untangle it.

You spend time making her soup, and once it’s done you sit with her as Annie eats. The movie you two were watching earlier is replaced with a show you’ve both been binging lately.

She’s been quiet, you noticed, since you forced her up from the bathroom floor, and you don’t mind. You’re happy to take care of her, it’s a way to show her that you care without having to say it.

Her empty bowl clinks on the table when she sets it down.

“Want more?” You ask, sitting up and reaching for the bowl.

She stops your hand to hold it, and quietly says “No.” Fingers intertwined and legs crossing, she scoots towards you and buries her face in your neck. Annie squeezes your hand.

“Thank you,” she mumbles.

You grin and squeeze her hand back. “You’re welcome.”

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oh god this is my first time writing a oneshot like this— I am so sorry if it’s fucking shit LMAO, I haven’t written in second person in like a year.

[witchipedia-aus]

What about Rose? Acrobat, illusionist, prankster! But only the fun ones, like making everyone in your class think you have a different power, or getting in places that shouldn't be humanly possible to get to. Bi and feels the need to be very open about it since she prefers guys. Really nice, and is like a six on the 'Down To Fight' scale. She is Short.

uhh i’d say

vassago? he finds a lot of lost/forgotten things, but that’s usually because he likes getting into small areas and looking through things he Shouldn’t even be looking at.

he’s really good at running away because he doesn’t know how to fight. he’s average height in both his true and fake form, which is to say he’s about 10 ft tall in his true form. can control illusions to an extent, bc of said fake form.

he’s a fallen angel, so he does know how to fight but only with a sword, and fighting with anything else throws him off. he’s open to teaching people how to fight with one too.

he has a lot of money bc all the fallen live in one area/house and they leave money in the couch a lot. he doesn’t give it back often. he’d be willing to spend a lot of it on her too bc?? his partner deserves only the Best and that’s what they’ll get.

he’s not loud and hates drawing too much attention to himself, but is open to giving/receiving affection in private. he knows a lot and remembers most details, especially longing looks at something that ppl he cares about can’t afford or don’t consider important enough to get.

[spellboundinks]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for tagging me @minny-king and @kalis-scribbles!!!

rule: post your last line and tag as many people as there are words!

From my current wip:

Ellody let go of the darkness and they all watched it consume him. 

I’m going to tag @jade-island-lives, @rachywritessomething, @the-crafty-fox, @writerofwriting, @ejsmagazine, @oheoo, @cogesque, @fantasiesescape, @maple-writes, @soul-write, @dream-weaver, @godofdiverseinterests, @ken-kenwrites

[spacebrick3]

I think I’ve fleshed out this project to the point of making an introduction, so...welcome to Midnight Salvage!

Raina Strider is the newly-promoted captain of the Minerva - the smallest nuclear-powered submarine in the fleet, assigned to research and recovery operations on the seafloor. Hers is a ship of rules and regulations, running off the codes and manuals - until, one day, those rules no longer apply.

For something waits in the shipwrecks, lost long ago and never expected to rise again. Something pulled from the mud and sand by an unsuspecting claw, brought into the harsh lights of Irene Wolf’s laboratory. And in the searchlights, in the glare of her instruments, it begins to wake...

Cast:

Raina Strider (she/her): Captain of the Minerva and dedicated to the rules - there’s no room to make mistakes in a submarine, not when one could send them all to the bottom of the ocean. (Also slightly insecure about her position as the captain, and so her strictness is a way of compensating, but don’t mention that)

Irene Wolf (she/her): Science officer, or what she would call a “glorified data-puncher” on the sub. She’s not particularly happy about her posting, nor is she shy about expressing that.  Constantly treading the line of what Strider will tolerate, because Wolf is good at what she does - but infuriating all the same.

Erin Herschel (they/them): The cheery pilot/navigator of the submarine, who responds to almost any situation - good or bad or catastrophic - with a sort of resigned acceptance. An attitude that will be put to the test...

Kallias Azia (he/him): Salvage claw operator and junior scientist, who most certainly does not share Wolf’s worldview but hangs on her every word, willing to do almost anything to find her favor.

Ryu Mäkinen (zie/zir): The enigma (and field engineer) of the submarine, whom no-one, not even those working with zir, know anything about besides zir job. Just that good at sidestepping personal questions, although zie’ll politely deny it if you ask.

Osvaldo “Ozzie” Setebos (he/him): Doctor, chef, and longest-serving member of the Minerva, he knows all the stories of the ship, although who knows if he’s telling the truth?

Tag list (it’s a new story, so let me know if you want to be added or removed for this): @lady-redshield-writes, @no-url-ideas-tho, @ratracechronicler, @ken-kenwrites, @ravenpuffwriter, @cirianne, @lonelylibrary @maxbeewriting, @endlesshourglass, @thebloodstainedquill,  @note-katha ,  @dreamwishing, @incandescent-creativity, @fatal-blow, @danafaithwriting, @wri-tten, @writingwhithotchocolate, @katekyo-bitch-reborn, @klywrites and @dogwrites!

[heywriters]

Hi! I was wondering if you could send me in the direction of someone who can help me with writing Latino/hispanic (Specifically Mexican)? If not, its fine but if you could then it would be appreciated immensely!!

Go-to for writers researching ethnic characters would be writingwithcolor, and take this piece of advice from @ken-kenwrites​

[if you aren’t one] don’t write about an aromantic chronically ill girl, write about a strategist, sharpshooter, and chemist who just happens to be aromantic and chronically ill. (x)

And stick to specific, don’t search “Latino/Hispanic” if your character is Mexican except to research which tropes/stereotypes to avoid.

You might also try heywriters.tumblr.com/search/mexican for anything I’ve shared on here before.