#my sleep schedule is so incredibly fucked up lmao

[fangedtracks]

half way through phys org i do not want to be doing this anymore

#chatter #what if i just fell asleep instead actually #my sleep schedule is so incredibly fucked up lmao #ive just been doing like... little bursts of sleeping this week bc i have things i gotta get done but i'm soooo sleepy

[bazooka-overkill]

MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY🎉🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

#punch out #punch out wii #mr sandman #mr. sandman #IM MR SANDMANS BIGGEST FAN IVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT IT STANDS #AAAAAARRAGHHH #half of this is me just projecting onto him #also can we talk abt his hairstyle in TD like. who is ur barber #bazooka-overkill #bazooka overkill #also maybe hourglass if u squint

[iiikaruz]

It’d be like- totally cool and awesome if you could share more ivan headcanons if you have any :]

i hope ur ready for the most random, unorganized hcs on the planet bc WHOO BOY DO I HAVE SOME STUFF TO SAY ABOUT THIS CRINGEFAIL INCEL!!

- tried learning how to do jumpstyle and is actually pretty decent at it, despite his skinny-ass toopthpick legs. also he literally can’t dance in any other way. like, he sucks at anything besides that.

- however, learning that forever ruined his music taste, since he now listens to breakcore and slavic dnb: just the most ear-rupturing, bass boosted music with anime samples

- he was definitely a Creepypasta & Invader Zim kid when he was younger. no questions asked. also he probably had unrestricted internet access as a child and fell upon gore & shock vids.

- furthermore on middle school ivan, he probably wore eyeliner and covered one of his eyes with his bang. he also never grew out of covering his eye with his bangs (i hate/adore his gay-ass bangs so much. maybe they’re the reason why he gets no bitches lmao)

- was raised learning russian by his foster parents and only started learning english when he was 6. (side note: i fucking love his accent it has me thrashing around on the floor)

- his hands are always sweaty but always cold at the same time?? bro is a physical anomaly and gets the worst of both worlds.

- absolutely sucks at eye contact, but not in the usual way. he ends up accidentally staring at people for way too long when they talk to him/when he’s talking. like, straight-up not blinking for a good minute.

- inherited schizophrenia from his clone father. he mostly just deals with paranoia and bouts of depression.

- is unbelievably touch-starved. to the point that if someone even touches his shoulder for more than a second, his brain just explodes and he immediately just crumples up like a piece of paper.

- swears a LOT in russian and in english (get you a man who can do both lol). his favorite insult is just “kill yourself” and other variations. it always works, definitely/s

- he thinks that any advance towards him is either someone making fun of him or that it’s just him reading into it too much it. he physically cant accept the idea of someone being into him.

- is chronically addicted to Monster Energy.

- greasiest hair ever. i just KNOW he probably washes his hair once a week.

- his favorite anime is Serial Experiment Lain (he’s absolutely a lain kinnie and you can pry this hc from my cold dead hands)

- has an incredibly shitty sleep schedule. like, 4 hours AT BEST. this is made from the combination of him having mild insomnia and him being online all the time.

#IM SO GLAD THAT SOMEONE ASKED ME AB THIS #also sorry it took so long for me to write a response #my brain is filled with thoughts and its difficult to actually put some into words #anyways thx for giving me an outlet to verbally vomit about this mf #i care him #ALSO ur art is literally godly. #what kills me is the fact that i also have an oc i ship with ivan and whenever i see ur fanart I FEEL LIKE A HOMEWRECKER 😭😭 LMAO #like alex and ivan r the cutest thing ever omg #ch #clone high #clone high ivan the terrible

[maddsmallow]

MORE TAG GAMES LET’S GOOO

i was tagged by both @iwonderwh0 and @walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo !! technically both the posts i was tagged in are different, but only slightly, so i’m just gonna. merge ‘em. wham bam

current time: 12:28am. my sleep schedule is fucked hee hoo

current activity: uh. doing this? i specifically plopped myself in front of the computer to do these tag games and listen to daft punk haha. i’ll probably try to sleep after this, but will most likely end up just layin’ in bed reading fanfic until like 5am. like i said, my sleep schedule is fucked lmao

currently thinking about: what kind of music dbh connor would like. it goes hand in hand with the listening to daft punk thing hahaha, i think he’d like them honestly, if only just because he finds it interesting how people will sample a song and turn it into something completely new.

current favorite song: probably tailwhip by men i trust, or up granville by peach pit

last song: crescendolls by daft punk. it was my most listened to song in 2019 hehe

currently reading: lesbian hankcon bc i have amazing tastes (100% serious. give me the old woman yuri NOW) (i’ll probably post it in a new post if i end up liking it)

currently watching: i dont really watch tv shows n stuff? i have an incredibly hard time forcing myself to pay attention for that long, but uh. me and my husband started watching through spongebob a while ago because he didn’t grow up with like i did and i feel like that is a crime. also cuz hearing mr krabs and thinking about hank anderson makes me laugh LMAO

current favorite character: HANK MOTHERFUCKING ANDERSON

current wips: my dutp mermay pic (slow progress oughh) and i have like. two or three half assed, half done dbh stories written on my phone lmao. idk if i’ll ever actually finish them, creative writing has always been my weakest point with writing. i can ace a fuckin’ essay (or, at least i kicked major fucking ass at it back in high school) but creative is where i get real lost.

current obsession: detroit become human, who’da thunked it

i’m not gonna tag anyone lmao, i think a good portion of my mutuals have already done this haha. these are always fun to do, thanks for tagging me y’all!!! <3

#the blogger says words #chain mail

[aeide-thea]

tagged by @bill-blake-fans-anonymous :3

favorite color i’m allergic to single favorites bc really what i like is color palettes! like. hm. ochre and stormy blue-grey and mossy grey-green. neon chartreuse. highlighter yellow. marigold orange. really saturated electric or else cobalt blue. either Restful or Vivid depending on mood basically. (‘blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, / fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion...’)

currently reading oh god i’m technically in the middle of both a memory called empire AND john m. ford’s aspects still, probably i should finish at least one of those... also i was listening to a bit of the fellowship of the ring in the car the other day (thx, libby!), so i guess that belongs on the list too? (and then there’s the tbr pile from my last used-bookstore trip, which is like. märchen auf deutsch and medieval verse romances and a hopkins biography. but i can’t in good conscience count those as ‘currently’ reading, they’re in the wings at most.)

last song we truly went on a WHOLE musical journey while i was drafting this post, let me tell you. everything from early-00s french indie pop to david lang’s ‘just (after song of songs)’ (which is an incredible piece, for the record—feels like having yr brain carded). but just at the moment we’re up to patrick wolf, from the god’s own country soundtrack, which:

and i long to be carried on just once to be lifted strong out of the loneliness and the emptiness of the days

i mean. don’t we all.

last tv show this feels like cheating somehow but it was in fact last week’s episode of the great british bake off! which seems not-unrepresentative really: i like watching people do creative crafty things; i find food really conceptually interesting (flavors, textures, history, politics...); and i like how warmly collegial gbbo in particular usually is.

last movie oh god, something very quintessentially my dad... state of play (2009), our netflix history informs me. which was very much not high art but like. for the particular sort of thing it is (attempting to uncover a coverup, people are getting killed, you know the drill)‚ i’ve seen worse? russell crowe served p good ‘tired and jaded but still trying wearily despite himself to do the right thing,’ which—having put that into words, no wonder i didn’t hate it more, that’s geralt right there, lmao. different avatars of the same essential blorbo nature. :3

sweet/savory/spicy savory AND spicy! ugh now i’m thinking dreamily of laksa and also of the various spicy lamb noodle things at xi’an famous foods. spicysavorywithnoodles my beloved.

currently working on my sleep schedule, with—really not very much success, if we’re being honest. it’s gotten very fucked and it’s getting in the way of doing things i’d like to do and i feel like shit about it! but every new day is a new opportunity to chip away at things (zie says thru gritted teeth).

tagging god, i don’t know—@theunembarrassedalto, @mosspig​, @toads-revisited​, @klaproos, @proudheron​, and @e-b-reads​, maybe? but only if you feel like it. and as ever, anyone else who'd like to be!

#today is a bad pronoun day lol #i tried out a few different things in that last parenthetical and none of them felt good but what can you do. #also whoops i took so long to finish filling this out that it's after midnight and no one will see it now‚ probably! story of my life #mundanities #memes

[muzzlemouths]

muzz you egg you just made me realize the fact that i stay up super late and sleep WELL into the day is a depression thing and not a quirky night owl thing. the fic did instantly make me feel better and it was also incredibly well written but. gosh dang it /lh

flashback to that time I was bragging to a friend about my sleep schedule and she's like "oh buddy I'm sorry :( that's fucked up" and I had like, a pixar-level reaction to the realization LMAO

that being said, some people simply work better at night and staying up late in and of itself isn't a bad trait, so long as you're still functioning it's perfectly normal. But if you're spending the hours you are awake feeling like a worm being pulled on god's string? uhh yeah. time to get that checked out

#please understand i'm not a doctor #and i'm guilty of this habit myself 100000% lmao #it's so nice to hear the fic uplifted you a little #I've been taken aback by just how many people have tagged the fic telling me it was a comfort for them #it was written in a major depressive episode with 0 rereading or editing or anything #so it's incredibly relieving and encouraging to hear it means anything to anyone

[moomoomooing]

mild rant? mostly thoughts :)

yk ive just not been a fan of how quickly my mood and possible depression is flipping from eberythings fine and im only a little stressed but its ok! to jesus fuck let me rot (projects and deadlines are suddenly piled up and its overwhelming, but i also feel like this when i have nothing i can do)

i try to keep on a shower schedule cause of my class times (i have night classes half of the days so i shower on my off days) but it means i gotta be nasty for a day on sunday till i shower that night. and i never have the willpower to go to the studio feeling nasty,,, even if it wouldve been great to get work done and satiate the restlessness i get from being in my dorm all day

but i didnt and now im plagued with guilt and more stress/ anxiety yippees

on another note my roommate is really REALLY good at finding ALL of my triggers for anxiety or fight or flight responses. so far they nailed using my mirror/being TOO close to my belongings without asking (they eventually asked and i gave permission out of being nice but i severely dislike it and it makes me hyperaware of everything she does when i hear her close to my dresser). they got my i will tense up and not breathe till its over response to alarm sounds (i hate them theyre incredibly anxiety inducing and i always wake up before my alarm usually out of fear. thankfully now my alarms a last resort/reminder of time if i dont wake up early). and!! they let the door slam (boo loud noises), are constantly on a call they often dont wear earbuds for and talk really loudly half the time, or is on call past 12 am (i feel intrusive and also please i cant sleep if youre on call)

theres also other general icks that are hopefully getting better? im noticing less of smth that i hate that they do (its a not cleaning after yourself type deal) but it could just be coincidence

oh also im trying to apply for jobs (remote part-times or internships) and frankly im scared. the reason it took me so long to get a job in highschool was also straight fear and anxiety lmao

i would love money tho (pssst i have commissions open :D)

OW SHARP RINGING NOISE WHERE DID YOU COME FROM????????? ALL OF THE WHITE NOISE DISSAPEARED AND ITS ONLY THAT

anyways i got another strike of hypersensitive skin??? no idea what causes it but it made the underneath of my forearm feel like i scraped it across concrete. 0/10 i didnt have a pleasant showering experience

oh on a better note being so far removed from my family and the fact we basically never call or text has been quite freeing

its like when i was actually at public highschool and had agency over myself in a way i didnt have when my mom was around (basically her presence was usually STRESS)

on a lesser note i havent been talking with my two other friends (ill call em the trio, them plus me) and its been kinda radio silence from everyone? i havent exactly been great either but my infrequent requests for vcs are usually ignored or not responded too which sucks. it makes me more paranoid than id like to be

our time difference definitely makes it way harder too tho, im ahead by a few hours. ik weve gone months without talking before then picked it right back up, but im always scared during the radio silence anyways

im always scared and curious abt other ppls opinions on me, usually the ppl i consider friends. ik one of my friends likes me? but their friends (the 4 of us will be rooming together next year, theyre also technically my friends but my usually point of contact with them is through my friend) i cant tell how much they like me? its probably my unfamiliarity with them but it makes me nervous for no reason

anyways if you actually read all of this, sorry for taking away your time? i reccomend soft gepard x sampo (hsr) fics to soothe the mind, theyre cute.

also hey haha if youre one of the two friends, literally the nickels, are reading this? erase it from your mind please and thanks

#maybe thinking abt giving your cat a signed consent form to allow them to eat your corpse should you die and the baby has no food #isnt exactly a normal and perfectly sane thought #but what if the baby needs it bc someone tried to be mean abt it :( #jesus ok maybe i should fight with my mom again for some diagnosis #i got told that my level of anxiety is totally normal and i just need to deal with it

[jinxedshapeshifter]

Yknow what. I'm gonna make this post because I saw a Twitter thread and I think it's important.

Allistic people need to stop co-opting clinical terms for AuDHD experiences.

Hyperfixation and special interest are both clinical terms used to describe experiences exclusive to autism (in the case of special interests) and ADHD, and neither of them are fun to experience. Let's go over the two terms before I go any further.

Special Interest

A special interest is a usually lifelong interest exclusive to autism that usually starts in childhood (and is part of the diagnostic criteria; I don't remember if it's required or not). An autistic person can have multiple special interests as far as I know. Personally my primary special interest is zoology, and has been for as long as I can remember. I have an additional special interest in neurology that started because I had a seizure when I was 10 and I've been fascinated by neurology ever since, to the point I'm tempted to try to become a neurologist myself (technically this special interest is actually in medicine in general but I had this seizure and sorta honed in on neurology in addition to having a special interest in medicine lol). From my experience, the intensity of a special interest can wane and wax over time, but they're a constant in your life. For me personally, my special interest in zoology is more likely to be prominent if I'm hyperfixated on something involving animals (like Sonic or my furry OCs).

Here's the thing though: I have been subtly implied to be a predator because of my extensive knowledge of animals. I'm literally just someone who does way too much research on animals because of curiosity and fascination. In addition to this, while I definitely don't mind (it's an integral part of who I am, and people asking me to share that part of me makes me super happy), I've been treated as an actual zoologist amongst my friend groups and even in my family. I don't mind it as long as people acknowledge that I'm not a professional when it comes to animals, but it bothers the fuck out of me when I mention I don't know something and get told "well, aren't you super into zoology or something?"

Hyperfixations

Hyperfixations are like a more intense, shorter term version of a special interest that's not exclusive to autism. It's common for people with ADHD to end up with hyperfixations too. There is a slight difference between hyperfixation and hyperfocus; a hyperfixation is usually an interest that lasts months (although I've had some that last mere weeks and I'm sure hyperfixations lasting shorter amounts of time than that aren't unheard of), while hyperfocus is being so incredibly focused on something that doing anything else is out of the question. The two usually overlap but don't always.

Examples of things I've been hyperfixated on:

Undertale

Deltarune

The Good Doctor

Animal Crossing

Sonic the Hedgehog

Dungeons & Dragons (pretty sure this is a special interest at this point. If it goes dormant it does not take long for me to get back into it. It also feels like a more casual interest but I am Not Normal™️ about the Forgotten Realms lmao)

Ninjago

Again, hyperfixations aren't fun to have. I lost sleep when I was hyperfixated on The Good Doctor because I would stay up all night and watch it. I watched all 6 seasons (averaging 20 episodes each, with 45 minute episodes!!!) within 3 weeks. That wasn't healthy (which is kinda ironic in hindsight considering The Good Doctor is a medical drama but MOVING ON). I lost sleep when I first hyperfixated on Undertale in 2017. Losing sleep over hyperfixations ISN'T FUN. I just want a normal sleep schedule man.

Similarities Between The Two

From my experience, the biggest similarity between hyperfixations and special interests is with both of them, you can't really help what your interest is. It's why I hate it when people get upset with autistic people and people with ADHD when they have "problematic" interests (glares at everyone who gets upset that people are still interested in Harry Potter). I am very much aware of some of the issues with The Good Doctor. I was aware of them when my brother offered to watch it with me and we stayed up watching it until 3am. I still got hyperfixated on it.

I got hyperfixated on plane crashes a few months ago. Some people might not see how that's problematic, but aside from me also losing sleep over that one (this time for more than just staying up all night watching a show related to the interest), the ones that fascinated me the most and still do (aside from British Airways Flight 009)? The ones that were deliberately (or planned to be deliberately) taken down. Pan Am Flight 103. Philippine Airlines Flight 434. FedEx Flight 705. Air France Flight 8969. Germanwings Flight 9525. It fascinates me. But seeing people be shamed for special interests and hyperfixations deemed "problematic" also makes me feel bad even if I'm not specifically or directly being targeted.

Special interests and hyperfixations aren't some "uwu cute interest" we can control the topic or intensity of. I've hyperfixated on things to the point of forgetting to go to the bathroom until I'm almost too late to. I've hyperfixated on things to the point of forgetting to eat and drink. I've hyperfixated on terrorists taking down planes. My special interest in animals goes beyond just "man, animals are cool!" I have spent hours researching animals and their behavior, diets, reproduction, everything and it leads people to the wrong conclusion. All I want to talk about is what I personally am interested in. I had to physically stop myself from asking my grandpa to buy me new dice because yeah, gaming/campaign dice are another special interest I have, and that's not fucking cheap. The dice I was tempted to ask my grandpa to get me were almost $10 for a set of 3 at Walmart, and I wanted two sets. My grandparents aren't really in a great spot financially, and I was already asking for a $15 dice tower. I broke my ability to write regular stuff because I hyperfixated on HTML too close to the sun and my brain kept going "okay, but where are your <p> tags?????"

None of it is something I can control. That's why it's a symptom of a fucking disorder. You think AuDHD people are gatekeeping the terms special interest and hyperfixation? Fine, fuck you. You're just downplaying what those terms mean.

I've been refusing to watch anything except D&D: Honor Among Thieves because my autism brain personifies everything and I feel like I'd be betraying something if I watched something else, ended up fixated on that something else, and lost interest in D&D.

Hyperfixations and special interests aren't a fucking joke. They're fucking debilitating. I shouldn't be getting so focused on something that I forget to pee because I forgot my body does that in the first place and my focus being interrupted should not make me irritable, or borderline ANGRY.

"But what if --" IF THIS SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING YOU EXPERIENCE THEN YOU DON'T COUNT. I'M SPECIFICALLY TALKING ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO TALK ABOUT BEING ABLE TO BE INTERESTED IN THINGS A NORMAL AMOUNT AND STILL CALL IT A HYPERFIXATION OR SPECIAL INTEREST. If you don't LITERALLY MAKE YOURSELF SICK OR HAVE UNHEALTHY HABITS BECAUSE OF AN INTEREST, it's not a hyperfixation, and if you don't have autism, you can't have a special interest.

#its 3am so some of this might be worded poorly or not make sense. sorry #anyway. is there a slur for allistic people yet #also i know allistic refers to non-autistic people specifically but for the sake of this post im pretending it refers to non-adhd people to #because 'neurodivergent' includes other things like anxiety too. saying allistic feels more accurate to my point #because some neurodivergent folks who SHOULD NOT BE USING THESE TERMS also use these terms #anyway #tw ableism #tw unhealthy behaviors #actually autistic #uhhhhhhhhhhh #how else do i tag this #if i need to add anything ill add it later. im tired lol

[ierohero]

yeah so anyway i fell asleep at like 8 without meaning to so now im kinda. up for round two,, 

#my sleep schedule is so incredibly fucked up lmao

[hwangsify]

SKZ HEADCANONS: AS HIGHSCHOOL BOYFRIENDS !

pairing. stray kids x gn reader

genre. fluff

warnings. food, a disgusting amount of fluff, mild swearing

summary. how skz would be as your highschool lover.

word count. 0.8k+

a/n. thank you all for 100 followers! i'm very honored oml <3 please take this as my thank you present to all of you :3 i'm so fucking whipped for skz as highschool bfs lmao

minho : kicks you from under the table of your joined desks just to annoy you and to get your attention. leaves cartons of strawberry milk by your seat after lunch. takes you to his dance practice and grins subtly whenever he catches you cheering him on by the corner of the dance studio in his peripheral vision. makes you bento boxes whenever he finds the time because he "can't stand watching you skip lunch all the fucking time."

[while looking at you like you're his entire fucking universe] "god, you still haven't eaten yet? what time is it already? such a dumbass."

seungmin : insists on studying with you at the library just so you can pass your exams together. teaches you any concepts you have trouble understanding. keeps an eye on you at all times just to make sure you're comfortable. sighs but smiles fondly whenever he finds you asleep on your desk. is not a big fan of pda but indulges you when you lace your fingers with his while walking down the hallway. constantly nags you to develop a better sleep schedule that isn't fucked up due to caffeine.

[sighing deeply from across the café table] "isn't that your fourth espresso of the day? no wonder why your circadian rhythms are so deranged."

jisung : slacks off on his work just so you'll come over to his place and study with him. yells at you excitedly from across the room whenever he spots you (even if the whole school is staring). is completely dependent on you to be his alarm clock— he would 100% always be late to school if not for you. is such a dumbass in general but it's okay because you love him for it! randomly jumps on you just to hear you yelp in surprise (and smack him and call him insufferable).

[clutching your hands to his chest dramatically] "it's okay, we can face the horrors of ap physics together."

jeongin : gets incredibly blushy in public at the smallest romantic gestures. whines whenever you try to hug him around others because "it's so embarrassing!" stands close to you whenever you're walking on the streets so that your shoulders brush against each other with every step. big spoons you while binging k-dramas together (but he likes small spooning too!). leans into your touch whenever you run a fingertip along his cheekbone.

"just one kiss!" [shying away from you] "we have literally 3 more minutes until chem, can't it wait?"

hyunjin : gives you casual backhugs in the middle of the hallway. absentmindedly presses casual kisses to your cheeks while studying. makes you sign up for art class so you can be painting partners with him! brushes your bangs out of your eyes while he kisses you. holds your hand in his lap and plays with your fingers at lunch. takes you to the school rooftop whenever you're both free because he thinks that it's extremely romantic to stare out into the sky while sitting on the concrete of the roof and holding hands.

[holding out sketch to you] "what do you think? it's pretty, right?"

chan : buys you bungeoppang whenever you walk home from school together. grins whenever he catches sight of you from across the hallway. lets you trace the veins that decorate his forearms and hands with your fingertips. runs his hands along your waist as he kisses you. insists on driving you to school in his car even though you tell him that you're perfectly capable of boarding a bus. scolds you whenever he thinks you're overstudying. always picks up your calls, even when it's 1 am, and listens to all your sleepy rants and ramblings.

"don't you get tired of listening to me vent? i feel like i've been talking too much." [sleepily and lovingly] "i could never get tired of your voice."

changbin : complains loudly whenever your school schedules don't align perfectly. hugs you so tightly that he squeezes the breath out of your lungs. takes care of you whenever you're sick with such tenderness; refuses to leave even when you tell him that he's risking infection by staying with you. cries with you whenever you don't understand a calculus concept because he most likely won't be able to understand it either and he hates to see you feeling bad. sits on a bench and waits for you if you ever have to stay back after school.

[hugging you tightly and refusing to let go] "but i wanted to do chemistry with you! now i'm stuck with jisung as a lab partner."

felix : parallels an overexcited puppy whenever you meet. asks you out to the school dance with blushing cheeks and stumbling words. would rather stay at home scrolling through tiktok but allows you to drag him to the local café to study instead just because he adores your company to an extent that he would study physics for you. stops by your locker to slip in sticky notes of cute little sketches and messages. holds your hand from under the desk whenever you're sitting next to each other in class.

[lying down with his head in your lap] "would you still date me if i was a worm?" "go to sleep, felix."

#stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #fluff #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #i actually have a hyunjin wip i'm working on rn but i've been procrastinating so have this random headcanon instead #jisung's paragraph is kind of cute though even if its overly fluffy #📂 fics.txt #brain: how abt u work on ur media censorship essay #me: actually i think i'll write abt felix wondering if you'd still date him if he was a worm instead

[chvnnie]

Payback

han jisung x fem reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: established relationship, sexting, unprotected sex (fun to read, not fun to do - pls wrap it), use of “good girl”, degradation (use of “slut” and “cockslut”), spit kink, slapping (only once), face fucking, dirty talk, overuse of the word cock (i’m so sorry lmao), squirting, sliggggght over stimulation, mentions of aftercare, mentions of weed (firm believer in stoner jisung). if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: jisung never liked to play fair, so why should you?

a/n: this is my first fic on tumblr! i’m so excited for you guys to read it. pls help my blog grow by sending feedback, liking, and reblogging. thank you so much <3

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents kim seungmin as a person, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

You were frustrated.

So. Incredibly. Frustrated.

The morning started off like any regular Wednesday. You woke up around 8:00, gave your sleeping boyfriend a forehead kiss, made some tea, and settled into your home office for the day. Once you got yourself situated, you opened your planner to make sure you’re on schedule.

9:00: new client zoom call

10:30: returning client zoom call

11:00: play catch up on any work you might have missed this week

12:30: weekly staff meeting

Just a normal Wednesday.

Around 11:45, Jisung snuck into your office with a glass of water and an orange.

“Thought you could use a little pre-lunch snack.” He said, replacing the empty tea mug with the new glass.

You smiled and plucked the orange out of his hand. “I was feeling a bit snacky. Thank you.” You smiled up at him.

Jisung rested one hand on the table and one on the back of your chair, caging you in and leaning down to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, using your free hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer. He chuckled against your lips and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to beg for entrance into your mouth. Jisung’s hands moved to cup your face, while yours traveled from his chest south. Once your hands reached his hips, Jisung broke the kiss.

“You have a meeting in ten minutes.” He said in a low whisper.

You just smiled, fingers clawing at his belt buckle. “You’ve made me cum in less time.”

He laughed, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “And I would do it again,” his hands grabbed your wrist before you could finish undoing his belt “if I didn’t have to be at the studio in twenty minutes.”

Pouting, you tried to pull your hands away. “But, Ji-“ A harsh bite on your bottom lip effectively shuts you up.

“Be a good girl and don’t complain, and maybe I’ll let you cum on my face tonight.” He placed a quick, soft kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away.

And that’s how Jisung left for work, leaving you dripping and panting five minutes before your staff meeting.

Throughout the meeting, you kept replaying the words Jisung said before he left. You couldn’t focus on anything else; the feeling of his teeth against your lips, the smell of mint on his breath. He had taken all your focus and ruined you for the rest of the day.

You almost missed your boss telling everyone to log off early and enjoy some extra free time this afternoon. On a normal Wednesday, you would be thrilled to have so much time to yourself. But you wanted a distraction. You needed one, or you would combust from the sexual frustration you felt.

So you did what you always did when you needed a distraction.

You cleaned.

***

It was 5:00. You had deep cleaned the entire living room and kitchen, and were currently trying to organize the closest.

The cleaning had helped, a little. But even keeping your hands busy wasn’t enough; you swore you still felt Jisung’s breath on your face. You needed him sooner rather than later.

[5:06] when will you be home?

Your phone pinged before you could even lock it.

Ji: [5:06] late. things are moving slower than i expected

[5:07] late? :(

Ji: [5:07] are you complaining?

[5:07] …no

Ji: [5:08] good girl. i’m sorry it’s taking so long, but i promise i’ll slip away the second i get a chance. i love you

Groaning loudly into the empty room, you dropped your phone face down. You didn’t want to wait. You were tired of waiting.

You pulled open your underwear drawer and began to sort through it.

The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you got. It’s almost like he wanted to make you mad, like he wanted you to be so horny you couldn’t think. It was fucking annoying, especially knowing he probably wasn’t as turned on as you were. Jisung teased you, and left you to sit in your arousal with no help at all.

Fucking prick.

In your haste, you almost missed your fingers brushing against a silky material. Confused, you dug it out of the drawer to see what it was.

You placed the material in your lap and smiled.

You knew how to get your revenge.

***

[6:30] hey, any closer?

Your hands shook with excitement.

After finding the lingerie you had hidden for a special occasion, you quickly abandoned your cleaning project and decided to go all out. Showering, shaving, even curling your hair a bit.

Jisung had never seen this set before; it was a gift from a close friend who bought the wrong size for herself and gave it to you. You had only worn it once - to try it on - and the way it made you feel was incredible.

The bra was sheer, black silk that barely covered anything. It had small floral lace designs on the cups, insinuating the outline of your hard nipples. The bottoms were a simple bikini cut, slightly high waisted, made of the same material as the bra. The set left little to the imagination. You felt sexy in it, and you were positive Jisung would love it just as much as you do.

Ji: [6:32] a little, but it doesn’t look like i’ll be out of here before 9:00

[6:32] oh, ok :(

[6:32] i found something while cleaning i think you might want to see

Ji: [6:34] oh? let’s see it

Your hands shook as you scrolled through your camera roll, selecting two photos you had taken shortly after you put the set on.

On your knees, legs slightly spread, in front of the floor length mirror that leaned against the corner of your bedroom. One picture was simple, but did the trick. Right hand holding your phone, left hand resting on left shoulder, simply to show off the set.

The second?

That was your payback.

The pose was the same, just with a few minor changes. This time, your face was a bit more exposed. Your hair was pushed back to show off more of your neck. Your left hand had moved from your shoulder to inside your panties. Not far enough to touch yourself fully, but enough to feel your cold fingers against your clit.

[6:35] 2 Images Attached

Ji: [6:36] what the fuck do you think you’re doing?

[6:36] showing you what i found! don’t you like it? :)

Ji: [6:37] so much

Ji: [6:37] but take your hands off of what’s mine. right now.

You smirked, knowing your plan had worked.

But you weren’t done yet.

[6:40] 1 Video Attached

[6:40] i don’t want to :)

The video was short - only about 20 seconds. But you had been with Jisung long enough to know that it was more than enough.

Just like the pictures, you were on your knees in front of the mirror. Left hand down your underwear, you rubbed tight circles against your clit. Your face was exposed the whole time, moaning loudly in pleasure as your fingers sped up.

You cut the video right as you started screaming, begging him to let you cum.

You watched typing bubbles appear and disappear for five minutes. He had to be pissed; not only had you refused to listen to him, but you sent him a video. At work. Where he was probably around people. You smiled at the thought of him trying to hide his hard on at the studio.

The dots disappeared for good, and you were so giddy you almost started laughing. You had made him so mad. It was what he deserved for not letting you touch him this morning and making you wait all day.

You made your way to the living room, fully intending to stay there until Jisung came home tonight. The idea of making him sit for hours just like he made you sit made you so excited. Payback’s a fucking bitch.

Right as Netflix launched on the tv, you heard the door to the garage slam shut. You quickly glanced at your phone. 7:05. Jisung shouldn’t be home for another two hours, right?

Wrong.

He took quick strides towards you, undoing his belt as he went.

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?” Jisung hissed, pulling his belt out. “Sending me that shit while I’m at work?” Aggressively, he grabbed your wrists and wrapped his belt around them, tightening until he heard you gasp. “Get on the fucking ground.”

Scrambling, you dropped onto the ground, the carpet burning your knees. Jisung made quick work of his pants, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out.

Pumping with one hand, he used the other to grab your chin and tilt it up to look at him.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out. Jisung smirked before leaning over, and spitting into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You kept eye contact as you swallowed his spit, and opened your mouth to show proof.

“So you do know how to listen.” He whispered, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You were about to lean into his touch when he slammed his cock into your mouth.

Both hands grabbed your face, holding it still as he quickly fucked your face. You hollow your cheeks as much as you can, using your tongue to add extra stimulation. Groaning, Jisung moved a hand to your hair to tilt your head up more. He wanted you to look at him while he slammed in your mouth, to watch you choke on him. So, you kept his eye contact. Showing him you could take it.

One hard thrust had you choking loudly. Slightly chuckling, Jisung thrusted with the same force again. And again. And again. He loved seeing you like this.

Your throat burned from the thrusts, and you soon felt tears well up. You looked at Jisung with full eyes, silently begging him to slow down.

He did.

“Aw, is baby crying?” He condescendingly cooed at you, using his thumbs to wipe your tears. He smiled softly at you before using his right hand to slap your cheek. “Shut the fuck up and take it.”

His pace picked back up, chasing his high as you continued to choke on him. Your mouth was so warm, so inviting, so tempting to cum into.

But, Jisung had different plans.

Pulling you off his cock, his expression shifted into a softer one. “Color?”

You swallowed, trying to keep your saliva in your mouth. “Green.”

Jisung smiled as he grabbed your hair and pulled you onto your feet. Once you were standing in front of him, he untied his belt from your wrists and let it drop to the floor. His hands then found your sides, sliding up slowly to grab your breasts. The silk, nice and cold against your chest, and the warmth of his hands made you throw your head back and moan softly.

“You look so fucking pretty.” Jisung whispered as he squeezed your boobs. His mouth attacked your exposed neck, pressing messy kisses all over. Once his lips found your right collarbone, he bit down and sucked as his fingers pinched both of your nipples. You gasped, the pain from his teeth and nails only making you wetter.

Jisung sucked until he felt satisfied with the mark he left. He always thought you looked prettiest when covered in hickeys.

His hands dropped from your breast and you whined, wanting more.

“Ji, touch me. Please.” You begged, tears forming in your eyes again.

He cocked his head. You had taken things too far, and now you were stuck playing his game. “Touch your where, baby?”

You whined more, grabbing his hand and pressing it against your clothed pussy.

“Here.” You pouted, grinding against his hand.

“Here?”

You nodded your head, grinding harder, but not getting the stimulation you needed. “Touch me, Ji. Please.”

He smirked. “I am touching you.”

You cried in frustration, and Jisung almost felt sorry for you.

Almost.

Until he remembered how much you almost embarrassed him in front of his friends.

He pushed his hand into your panties, quickly finding your clit and pressing it harshly with his thumb. “So fucking needy.” He tsked. “Have you been this wet all day?”

You nodded your head in response, gripping onto his forearms as he applied more pressure.

“What a fucking slut. Can’t even go a day without my cock, hm?”

“Yes, Ji, want it so bad. Want your cock.” You cried, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach.

“Yeah, baby? You want my cock? Want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”

You couldn’t answer, moans becoming cries as you grew closer and closer to your high. You slapped his arm to warn him you were close, but he already knew.

And pulled his hand away.

Before you could complain, he pulled your panties off and removed the rest of his clothes. Jisung threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you, alining himself with your entrance.

Right as the tip of his cock pushed against you, he caught your lips in a passionate kiss. It was soft, a reminder of how much he was still here to take care of you, even when he was rough with you. You smiled gently, leaning into the kiss as he pushed his cock in. You both moaned against each other’s lips as he bottomed out, not giving you any time to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good around me.” Jisung moaned as he began to thrust into you harder, going at the pace he knew you liked the most.

You arched your back, heading lolling back as your moans started to border on screams. You had been so pent up all day, and finally feeling Jisung inside you was like heaven.

Jisung’s hands moved to your thighs, picking them up and wrapping them around him to adjust the position. It allowed him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck.” You screamed. “More, more, more. Please Ji-More-“

His hips slammed roughly into yours, fucking you harder. One of his hands made its way to your throat, grasping it tightly while the other went to your mouth. He tapped his thumb against your mouth, and you obediently sucked on it until it was wet enough. That same thumb pressed against your clit, causing you to spasm underneath him.

“God, you look so fucking pretty all fucked out for me.” Jisung moaned, feeling his high approach. His words caused you to clench around him. “Gonna be a good slut and cum for me?”

You couldn’t respond, your mind completely blank as he continued to apply pressure to your clit and hit your g-spot.

Jisung tsked, tightening his grip around your throat. “I asked you a question, or are you too cock dumb to answer?”

You shook your head, tears falling down your face as you screamed. “Yes. Yes. Good slut. Fuck.”

He laughed at you, and that was all you needed to push you over the edge. This orgasm felt different. Your entire body shook, eyes rolled back, the knot in your stomach suddenly snapping and releasing with a pressure you didn’t even know existed.

You didn’t register Jisung slowing his thrusts, eyes glued to where you two met, jaw hanging open slightly.

“Holy shit.” He whispered, hand falling from your throat to spread your legs wider.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows to see what he was looking at.

The bottom of his stomach was drenched, along with your legs and some of the couch. You then realized why he stopped, and why he was smiling so big.

Jisung slammed himself back into you, his high closer than ever. “What a fucking mess you made, baby.” He grunted. “Squirting all over my cock like that. Fuck, you are just my dumb cockslut, aren’t you?”

The overstimulation, and Jisung’s words, had you screaming louder than before. It was too much, but too good.

You felt Jisung twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. You grabbed his face and pulled him in, lips barely touching his as you whispered: “fill me up.”

Jisung moaned and slammed his lips against yours, all tongue and teeth as he continues to ruthlessly fuck you. You moaned as you felt him release inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

He slowed his thrusts down, pulling out only slightly before collapsing on top of you. Jisung buried his face into your neck, attempting to catch his breath. Your hands found his hair, running your fingers through them as you tried to slow your heartbeat.

You two stayed like that for a bit, Jisung finally deciding to pull out when he softened up. He watched his cum leak out of your swollen pussy and moaned.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He said.

You giggled, post sex clarity making you level headed for the first time all day. “Sorry I sent you those pictures while you were at work.”

Jisung shook his head as he helped you sit up. “It’s okay. I needed a reason to leave anyway.”

You smiled at him, and he pulled you into his arms, peppering kisses across your sweaty head.

“You know I love you so much, right?” He whispered.

You nodded against his shoulder, placing small kisses on it. “You know I love you just as much, right?”

He hummed in agreement. “Wanna shower, smoke a joint, and order some food?”

You looked up at him and smiled brightly. “Then we can go again?”

Jisung groaned, grabbing the back of your head and bringing you in for a deep kiss.

“How could I ever tell you no?”

©: chvnnie 2022

#stray kids smut #skz smut #han jisung smut #han smut #jisung smut #smut

[he0524]

What do you read? Do you have any good authors to recommend? I’m always looking for a good book but it’s not always easy finding a well written, spicy, lesbian story. I need something to occupy my brain while I’m waiting for your next release!

Okay so! I only ever read ao3 fanfic, lmao! I'm not too well versed in lesbian, published novels :( If you're into Marina, Supercorp, or Raylla, have a look!

Station 19's Maya x Carina fics:

'... and so it is.' by bluroflights, rated T. "Carina's grief overwhelms her and despite all her efforts to push Maya away, Maya stays anyway." Also basically all of this author's work!

'Serendipity' by englishstrawbie, rated T. "A chance meeting at a bar leads to these two idiots falling in love. Follows canon and fills in the gaps of their relationship that we didn't get to see on screen."

'100 Days' by englishstrawbie, rated T. "Set after episode 3x15. It takes Carina some time to forgive and forget what Maya did - 100 days, in fact."

'Sleeping, Resting, Loving' by englishstrawbie, rated T. "A selection of Maya & Carina one-shots and prompt fics." Incredible author! Check out all their other works!

'with the birds and the bees' by captain_kriegy, rated E. "Maya and Carina go on a ten day road trip down the west coast." Very smutty, as are this author's other works!

'Not Just Your Punching Bag' by jalex813, rated M. "How Maya and Carina deal with the aftermath of 3x15. Separately and together."

'White Orchids and Blue Panties' by IntoThisWildAbyss, rated E. "It’s Carina and Maya’s anniversary. Their busy schedules have kept them from connecting in the way they both want. So, Maya stops by the hospital with a surprise." This is a sinful read!

'Absolution' by Ladyloves77, rated E. "Maya unpacks her suitcase of feelings and tries to be worthy of the world's most amazing girlfriend." My neurotic-ass brain found the layout a tad bit difficult to read, but nonetheless, an amazing piece of work!

'Beneath the streetlights and the moon' by Gia_Callisto, rated M. This is an absolutely incredible read that took my breath away!

Supergirl's Kara x Lena (a.k.a. Supercorp)

Basically every single fic on ao3 by the writer Jazzforshire. They are an amazing writer and have fics ranging from Teen to Explicit, and their writing is unrivaled! True masterpieces.

'Wait for Me To Come Home' by lostariels, rated M. "[AU] When Lena meets Kara, a soldier home on leave as she waits for her next deployment, at a local coffee shop one afternoon, her life is completely tipped upside down in an instant. As they start talking, Lena feels drawn to Kara; there's something about her warmth and openness that fills the gap left by Lena's troubled childhood." Fuck off, what an amazing author. One of the very first fics I read and still with me to this day. Go read their other works too!

'stay the night' by lynnearlington, rated M. "[AU] The fic where Lena inherits the National City Lakehawks from her wayward brother and meets Kara Danvers, star player." Another fantastic storyline. Like god, where do these talented-ass writers come up with their inspo from?!

Motherland: Fort Salem's Raelle x Scylla (a.k.a. Raylla)

'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' by holeybubushka, rated E. "[AU] Raelle just wants a summer of rest and relaxation, away from her troubles as she works on a farm in backend of nowhere. Her boss, however, has other ideas. Farmwives AU." This is very, very kinky! Explores BDSM and such!

#ao3 asks #ao3 fanfic #wlw #station 19 #station 19 fanfic #station 19 smut #marina smut #marina station 19 #marina fanfic #supergirl fanfic #supergirl cw #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #raylla fanfic #raylla smut #supergirl smut #maya bishop #carina deluca #raelle #scylla #also please feel free to add to this! #i always welcome new fics to read!

[kinzavskpop]

secrets || q.k

alternatively known as: the five times that WayV unintentionally find out you and kun are dating and the one time he actually introduces you to them  pairing: qian kun x reader ft. WayV being the annoying little brothers we all know they are genres/AUs: fluff, humour, secret dating!AU, established relationship!AU warnings: mentions of food, cursing but it’s literally only one f bomb, there is one slightly suggestive scene but even then it’s for like,, two sentences at most LMAO a/n: I actually had plans to include Lucas but I elected to make the decision to not write for him until he comes off hiatus and/or the allegations are proven completely false. This is my first full piece of writing since I usually write in bullet points so I hope you like it!! tags: @pretty-neos​  

i. Hendery

Hendery is the first to know Kun is dating because although he is loud and boisterous, he is also incredibly observant. He notices that Kun starts checking and smiling at his phone more often. He catches him talking on the phone and sneaking out at night when everyone is supposed to be asleep. And Hendery, although the second youngest in the group, decides that detective Kunhang is on the case. 

It’s during one of their rare off days that he finds Kun leaving the house in suspiciously nicer-than-usual clothes, one hand on the door handle and using the other to text someone. 

“Where are you going?” Hendery asks innocently. “Are you going to the store? Because if you are, can you get cereal? Xiaojun finished the last of it this morning, and I’m pretty sure he also finished the milk.”

It takes so much self control for Kun to not roll his eyes when telling Hendery he’ll stop by the store later. Just as he turns to leave, Hendery asks, “So where are you going?” For a few silent moments, Hendery can see the gears in Kun’s head turning and feels satisfied when he successfully determines the reason for his leader’s outing before he can come up with an excuse.

Before he can continue arousing suspicion, Kun slips out the door while yelling a quick “None of your business!”

It’s only after he’s left that Hendery pours himself a bowl of cereal, feeling like the cat that caught the canary.

ii. Xiaojun

Xiaojun finds out that Kun is dating someone when they have a songwriting session and Kun keeps turning every song into a love song. Xiaojun keeps batting around the idea of a diss track and all Kun can think of is remedying his songs into love songs, and honestly? Xiaojun is this close to losing it.

“I can do it on my own, I don’t need you in my zone,” Xiaojun says aloud, while strumming his guitar.

“But baby you can take me home,” Kun mumbles. He smiles a little at the thought of you giving him that same line on your first date but Xiaojun could care less about context as he glares at him.

“Kun,” he states plainly, getting only a hum in response. “Focus please. This is supposed to be a diss track, not a weird sexy power trip, or whatever the fuck you’re trying to turn it into. If I wanted that I would have just gone to YangYang.”

iii. YangYang

YangYang realizes Kun is dating someone when he gets home earlier than everyone else and gets the shock of his life. He always teases Kun for dying old and alone because Kun never shows interest in anyone, or if he does, then he lets his chance go by. But evidently that’s not the case when YangYang walks into their shared room and sees Kun making out with you while his hand disappears up your shirt and your legs wrapped around his waist. YangYang’s scream startles Kun out of his lust and he groans once the situation sets in.

It didn’t start out like this. You had come over because Kun finally had a less busy schedule and he just wanted to nap with you while everyone else was out. But then neither of you could sleep so he put on some random movie on Netflix which was awful and you had suggested other, more efficient methods, to tire yourselves out.

“I’m sorry,” he says against your neck. You snort at the feeling of his breath tickling you and the situation itself. You both figured you would eventually have to meet his members but none of you thought it would be like this.

YangYang reappears, with a hand covering his eyes as he loudly states that he’s “just here to grab his computer” and Kun, ever the gentleman, throws a pillow at YangYang as hard as he can while shielding you and yelling at him to hurry up and leave. YangYang leaves with his laptop but not before loudly telling Kun that there are condoms in WinWin’s bed storage.

iv. WinWin

Unlike YangYang, Winwin realizes Kun is dating someone when he stops himself from walking in on a moment he shouldn’t witness. He sees how hard Kun works for everything and they all worry for him sometimes but Kun will never admit when he’s having a hard time, so when he walks in on Kun and you having an intimate moment he can’t help but listen.

“Kun, this is the fourth all nighter you’ve pulled this week. You’re really concerning me right now.”

“I promise it’s nothing bad! I just want these to be perfect.”

Once again, you find your boyfriend in the “studio”, which is really just the third bedroom in their dorm that houses the shared desktop and the groups collective instruments and music gadgets. It wasn’t complete until Kun and Xiaojun added a little mic set up. Somehow, the fact that you’re here and telling him off about his poor life choices makes him feel complete and even more at home in his favourite place.

“You say that about everything, Kun, but I think instead of perfection you just need sleep,” you say as you run your thumbs over his cheeks.

He leans into your touch instinctively and mumbles out, “All I need is you,” before attempting to pull you by the shirt you’re wearing (which is technically his) and onto his lap. It’s at this point that WinWin shuts the door lightly and decides that he can just eat Ten’s leftover pizza instead.

v. Ten

Ten realizes Kun is dating someone when Kun asks him for jewelry advice over dinner.

“Do you think this ring looks better in silver or gold?” He asks Ten while holding up his phone. The ring itself is quite pretty; a simple thin band with the two sides joining at the peak of a triangle.

“Gold. Why are you looking at rings?” Ten asks with no hesitation. Kun falters a bit but simply shrugs and says it was an ad on Weibo. Ten knows full well of his mysterious rendezvous that happen at night when Kun thinks they’re all asleep. He also got told by YangYang about the time he walked in on Kun having sex which confirmed his thoughts. When it comes to Ten, they don't call him the mad hatter for no reason. After all, he only gets the finest tea.

"So who are they?" he asks after a moment of comfortable silence. Anyone would be able to tell that the atmosphere in the room became stuffier, and not just because Kun choked on his food.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"So you’re telling me YangYang didn’t walk in on you having sex a few weeks ago?" Ten smirks like the cheshire cat when Kun looks at him all wide eyed and ready to kill him.

"Wh- I- No- It wasn’t-” is the only attempted rebuttal Kun can come up with. Ten can’t help but coo at him when he flushes a deep red out of embarrassment and shyness. “I’d rather forget about that moment,” he mumbles.

“How long have you guys been a thing for?” Ten questions.

“Eight months,” he quietly replies, but Ten can see the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he overstuffs his mouth with rice.

“Wow. That’s... really impressive.”

“Dating someone?” Kun asks, weirded out by the response.

“No, I mean you managing to keep it a secret from us for that long.” 

i. WayV

With the amount of time that Kun spends guarding his phone, the sex incident, and the sneaking out, Kun never really was that subtle. Every time he got confronted without you, he would recount the events over a multitude of text messages that never failed to make you laugh. It’s after the events of his dinner with Ten that he suggests actually meeting the members. Officially meeting the members.

One lazy Sunday is when Kun invites you over for a family dinner, WayV style, that the boys descend upon you like vultures. You can feel the inquisitiveness radiating off of them in waves, but more importantly, you can see Kun start to shoo them away like the mom he is. 

“How did you meet?” “Does he nag you like he nags the rest of us?” “Are you sure you like him?” are only some of the questions you receive. Kun tries to say something about scaring you with too many questions but you’ve already started to answer the most important one while looking him straight in the eyes.

“Yeah, I like him. I like him a lot.”

#nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct fuff #wayv #wayv x reader #wayv scenarios #wayv fluff #kun x reader #kun scenarios #nct #qian kun #qian kun x reader #kun fluff #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop au #fluff #kinza writes

[t0wnspersonb]

Rest (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,515

Warning: SMUT, LANGUAGE

I’m literally in love with Bakugo Katsuki. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I might make this a small series, I love me some domesticated shit and I hope you guys do too. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so please keep that in mind as you’re reading lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

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Bakugo sighed deeply as he dropped his duffle bag to the ground with a soft thud. His red eyes burned with exhaustion, his body felt incredibly heavy tonight after his shift. 

It wasn’t that he disliked being a top pro-hero, far from it. 

In fact, if someone were to ask him if he hated or loved being a hero he would scoff at them and blast their ass.

Of course he loved his job.

Becoming a pro-hero was his dream, the ultimate goal in his life. The amount of hours, blood, sweat, and tears he had put into his training was not for nothing.

Of course he fucking loved his job.

But sometimes. 

Sometimes he wouldn’t mind being able to rest.

Like now.

Now, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep.

Bakugo flipped the light on in the kitchen, taking notice of the just washed dishes in the dish rack and the scent of cleanser lingering in the air.

Y/n must’ve cleaned up before she went to work. He thought briefly before opening up the fridge to see what was available to eat. 

His expression softened once he laid his eyes on the plate of food wrapped up with a note on top.

Missing you a lot today, don’t overwork yourself.-Y/n

After reheating his dinner he sat down at the table, sighing deeply once more now that he was finally off of his feet.

It had been a long couple of days. A couple of weeks of nonstop back-to-back hero work. Which meant that Bakugo was rarely home, either arriving far too late into the night, or leaving far too early in the morning. There were only small traces that he had actually been there, a coffee cup left in the sink, the bathroom being damp still from a shower.

It was weeks like this one that were incredibly taxing on Bakugo, and that was because he never got to see you. 

His wife. 

It also didn’t help that your work schedule at the hospital was just as busy. Almost seemingly as the exact opposite of his.

He figured you had another night shift tonight as he headed to the bedroom.

But he froze at the doorway.

The tightness in his body melted completely as he gazed at your sleeping figure. 

You were curled up under the blankets, fast asleep, and completely unaware of the tall man staring at you.

Bakugo couldn’t move fast enough.

All he could think about was curling up against you tonight, holding you close, and burying his face into your hair.

He had missed you too much.

He stripped down to his underwear and moved to slide under the blankets, his expression further softening as he noticed that you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

Carefully coming up behind you, he moved to wrap one of his arms around your waist. He pulled you in close, tucking you into his chest easily.

But you were roused awake from the sudden movement.

“Katsu?” you mumbled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep but you shifted your body so that you were facing the warm solid man now next to you.

“Go back to sleep.” he grumbled, both of you settling down against one another. He peered down at you with a gentle expression.

He had never seen anything more beautiful. 

“How was it today?” you hummed softly, slinging your right arm around his broad shoulder, your leg kicking up to wrap around his waist. 

Bakugo wrapped his fingers around your thigh, tugging you closer. His hand was big and warm, the roughness of his palms and fingers felt perfect against your soft skin. 

A touch you were desperately craving the past couple of weeks. 

“Dumbass Deku got overrun with the villains we were chasing down, I had go and save his stupid ass.” he grumbled, moving his hand up to slide into your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns into your back.

“Hmm.” you sighed softly, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone, inhaling that familiar burnt caramel scent.

Both of you were quiet for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. It was clear that both of you were exhausted, but neither of you had gone to sleep just yet.

There was a hum in the air.

A familiar one.

You looked up at the man that you’ve known your entire life. His eyes were closed, but you knew that he wasn’t asleep.

Your gaze started at the top of his head. His spiky hair was more disheveled than usual, but you knew that it was incredibly soft and perfect beneath your fingers.

Moving your eyes further down you took in his perfectly arched eyebrows and long lashes, but beneath that you noticed the dark circles framing his lower lids. 

Frowning softly at your husband’s apparent lack of sleep you continued your search against his face. 

His nose was perfect, and just below it, those soft full lips.

Your stomach flipped pleasantly. A familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach.

He was fucking beautiful.

And that was just his face. You knew that his body was just as perfect, if not better.

It was as if Bakugo Katsuki was sculpted from the gods themselves. 

How you were married to such a beautiful man, you didn’t know. It was then that you started to be more aware of those muscular arms that were wrapped around you. Those strong, thick fingers gripping your upper thigh tightly.

Your heart rate picked up, and you shifted slightly, attempting to get closer to him.

“Stop staring at me, shitty woman.” he grumbled, cracking one eye open to peer down at you. “It’s fucking creepy.”

Now you remember how you ended up with this beautiful man. His shit fucking personality. 

I guess it’s true when they say you can’t have it all, you thought dryly. Of course your husband couldn’t be a gorgeous man without having some kind of flaw. 

It was actually a wonder how you guys had been together so long. 

Childhood friends turned lovers.

You had been by his side since birth it felt like. 

Considering your mother and his mother were good friends, it was bound to happen that you two would be as well. 

You were the complete opposite of Bakugo. 

Kind. Sweet. Gentle. 

You weren’t in the hero course when you had gone to U.A., rather you had gotten into the support course.

Which wasn’t a problem for you. You didn’t want to become a hero. Rather, being able to help behind the scenes and being able to support those that wanted to be on the front lines, protecting and saving people, like your husband.

“Don’t be mean Katsu, I haven’t seen your grumpy face in weeks. Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” You grumbled pinching and pulling his cheeks.

He huffed angrily, grabbing your wrist and attempting to pull your fingers away from his face. “Let go, that fucking hurts.” he growled. “Stupid woman, you think I want to come home and be pestered like this?”

You snorted, an amused expression on your face as you ignored Bakugo’s increasing insults and attempts at stopping you from pulling his cheeks, increasing the pressure of your fingers on his face.

“You little shit.” he growled. He gripped your wrist tightly and shifted one of his legs to be between your thighs and moved, heaving you onto your back. Your wrists were pinned on either side of your head, Bakugo above you.

Oh fuck.

The position you were in caused your heart rate to pick up once again. Your eyes flickered down his body, appreciating the bulging muscles and the way his boxers now hung lower on his hips. 

The smirk on his face wasn’t helping the situation either. 

“Like what you see?” he sneered.

You rolled your eyes and moved your leg, shifting it up so that you could press your knee carefully against his crotch.

You could feel his growing bulge. You felt the rising blush in your face and looked away from him, going to move your leg down from its current position. But Bakugo was too fast for you, he grabbed your leg and hitched it over his hip and settled himself between your legs. Pressing himself to your center.

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips. 

“Why are you getting all shy now?” he teased, rolling his hips against yours. 

“Sh-Shut up.” you gasped, lips parting in arousal. “You haven’t even kissed me yet Katsu.”

He chuckled slightly, and released his grip on your wrists, allowing you to slither your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the back of hair. He leaned closer down to your face, one his hands grabbing at your jaw, the other one propping himself up to keep most of his weight off of you.

And then he was kissing you. His lips hot and urgent against yours, his tongue already poking through your lips, eager to taste the inside of your mouth.

You moaned softly, arching your body into his as your grip in his hair tightened. 

Bakugo growled against your mouth, grinding into your core harshly.

All thoughts of sleep are now gone. All Bakugo could think about was you, and how much he wanted to be inside of you. It had been far too long since the last time he'd had you, and now, he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

“Fuck, what do you want?” he growled, pulling away from you and seeing your swollen lips. Your eyes were wide and bright, full of want and need. 

His stomach churned pleasantly.

Before you could answer him his fingers were already where you wanted them the most. He rubbed at your clit in harsh controlled circles, his red eyes dark and filled with need as he gazed at your moaning flushed face.

“K - ah - Katsu. Please,” you whimpered, gripping his hair tightly between your fists. Your hips moving along with his fingers.

“Please what? What do you want?” he sneered, applying more pressure before he pushed your panties to the side, his middle finger sliding against your wet slit, but not fully penetrating you.

You felt tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, it had been too long. All you wanted was him to fuck you already. 

“You. I want you please.” you moaned out, bucking your hips up, urging him to enter you already. “Please Katsu, I missed you so much.”

Fuck. 

He missed you too. He was tired of the foreplay already, he needed to be inside you. 

Snarling loudly he all but ripped the clothes off your body before removing his boxers. His member stood tall and gorgeously thick against his stomach.

Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth.

“Later.” he growled, noticing the look on your face. “I want to fuck you already.”

He spread your legs apart, gazing at you hungrily before taking his cock and rubbing it against your glistening slit, and then he rammed into you.

You cried out loudly as Bakugo set a brutal pace. Hard and fast, and incredibly deep inside your pussy.

It had been too long, your body needing time to adjust to his intrusion, your walls stretching to fit his thickness.

But he wouldn’t let you. Bakugo gave in to his desire and set a pace that had you gasping to keep up. 

Fuck did it feel good though.

The familiar pressure building up within yourself, ready to snap at any minute.

Bakugo was snarling above you, lost in the pleasure of your warm, wet walls gripping him tighter and tighter. He knew you were almost at your limit, he was too. 

He knew he wasn’t going to last long, it had been too long since the last time he was inside of you, but he needed you to cum first.

His grip was bruising on your hips; his mouth sucking and biting at every inch of skin that was within his reach. You knew you were going to have marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. 

His cock rubbed into the deepest parts of you, leaving you breathless and shaking. He always made you feel so full. 

“You gonna cum on my cock princess?” he growled, reaching down and rubbing your clit again. 

Your back arched, your head thrashing against the pillows as your pleasure began to build further up. “Katsu - ngh - I’m close.” you whimpered out.

He smirked, pulling out of your pussy before slamming himself back in.

And that was it.

You came hard, crying out and trembling beneath him, your wetness gushing out and staining the sheets below.

He snarled loudly, jackhammering his hips into yours as he chased his release before groaning lowly in his throat and spilling himself inside of you.

His hips finally stilled, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours softly before trailing delicate kisses against the bites he had left scattered across your throat and collar bone. 

He stayed buried deep inside of you as he continued to soothe your battered body.

Bakugo knew that he was never gentle when you guys made love. He knew that his pace was always rough and harsh, but the aftercare was a different story.

After the intense fucking he always gave you, it was important for him to take care of you tenderly. He carefully pulled his softened cock out of you, hushing you softly as you whimpered from the loss.

He watched as his cum seeped out of you, smirking slightly to himself before he pressed a gentle kiss to your hip and got up to the bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean you and himself up.

When he came back you were already on the verge of falling asleep again. He sat near your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as he cleaned up the mess he made between your legs.

You hissed softly, your lower body sore and sensitive. He hushed you once more as he finished cleaning up, tossing the cloth somewhere behind him, he’d take of that in the morning.

Starting at your hips he trailed his soft lips up your body, pressing the sweetest kisses into your skin, gazing at you with gentle eyes.

The aftercare was his favorite part.

You were so fucking beautiful like this, completely drained after all the pleasure that he had given you. Your skin littered with his marks, your lips red and swollen from his intense kisses, your hair a ruffled mess around your head after moving it back and forth so much. 

He pulled the blankets over your bodies as he settled next to you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your eyes closing automatically, sleep ready to take you under.

“I love you Katsu.” you breathed softly, pressing your face into his chest. “So much.”

“Go to sleep.” he grumbled tenderly, placing another kiss to the crown of your head. “I got you."

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #my hero academia #reader insert #anime #smut #fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #imagines #one shot #pro hero bakugou #pro hero bakugo #ground zero #married bakugo #married bakugou #husbandandwife

[burnedbyshoto]

sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love. 

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off. 

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen. 

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you. 

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep. 

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress. 

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you. 

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex. 

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with. 

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal. 

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible 

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress.  “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum. 

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it. 

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #tw: somnophilia #bbs kinktober 2020

[thebigoblin]

HELLO.

Hi. I would like to start off this post by saying sorry. I know I haven't been online lately—and holy fuck am I glad I'm on browser right now, because there were so many notes—um, and I know it would have either worried a few people or angered them, idk. I did make a commitment for @sterek-roundrobinchallenge but I haven't been fulfilling it. I'm sorry for that. And this is in no way an excuse for letting down my team (both, my fellow mods and my writing team), but I have been.... uh... in the briefest way possible, incredibly busy.

I know not everyone wants to read more than that, so, under the cut the rest of it goes.

Okay so. Let's start with me having COVID in early Feb... I was fine, I recovered, and I was mostly was asymptomatic but... damn it if post-COVID isn't worse??? Like I'm literally so tired I slept 14 hours everyday for a week. No I don't even know how. Thankfully I'm back to my nearly 6 hours of sleep every 24 hours now, so that's fine... except my sleeping schedule has been altered significantly. I now sleep around 5am instead of 12am. And Offline School started... so have to go there too.

And exams. I have them. Starting 7/3/22. I have continuous exams, practicals, more exams, and this will go on till June/July. Even more. (These are competitive exams.... search JEE/NEET if you don't believe me. Yeah. Like that).

It's been... difficult for me to find some free time. Mostly when I do it's for food and shower and stuff.

I'm incredibly sorry for dropping out like this. I know I gave @raisesomehale a fic of mine to beta—looks like that won't be getting published anytime soon—and that I was going to write a Marrish fic for @marrishappreciationweek. And of course @sterek-roundrobinchallenge. I'm so sorry @amatchinwater @allducksloveloveloveme @greyhavenisback @deepestbelieverstranger 😭😭😭 I know I've let y'all down. It was my turn this week I think? I'll try to write a little something if possible...

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY I DIDN'T GET TO WISH @greyhavenisback HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Can I send you belated wishes?? Because I am sending them. Right now.

I'm sorry I'm a mess ahshshdhdhdhd. I'm sleep deprived lmao and also stressed the fuck out 🥲 hope y'all can forgive... or not. That is fine too, I honestly would do the same if I was in your place.

Um. Bye. Yeah. Hopefully I can try and carve some time occasionally to come online... please lmk Team #3 if I need to whip up a fic, I could probably do one today, but it won't be polished enough :(

#sh.rambles #my self administered break is over... i'll be back in like 2hrs. #hopefully