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Mood: rn
Ouch
your fictional boy toy is just pixels. not mine tho mine is real and he's on my bed watching me blog giggling and kicking his legs in the air
"OH COME ON!"
an irritated growl rumbles in bakugou's throat as the screech reaches his ears, much too tired to have to deal with someone screaming at ten in the morning. he swiftly turns around and glares threateningly at the culprit as he begins to slowly pull his shirt off, and is met with an equally frustrated and flustered mineta who points at his face with a crooked finger.
" 'the hell are you screamin' for?" he seethes as he finally tears his undershirt off his arms and throws it into the locker behind him. the night before already drained everything out of him, he didn't have the patience nor the energy to deal with this bullshit.
"how is it that bakugou of all people gets laid before i do!" the idiot seems to be talking to kaminari right beside him, and for a moment bakugou ponders what the hell he's talking about, but once the sting of the cold locker room air drags itself against the red scratch marks littering the upper muscles of his shoulders, he realizes just what he's screaming about.
he then also realizes that maybe dressing in the bathroom would have been a better idea. still, he rolls his eyes and begins to pull out his gym uniform, choosing to ignore the now plenty surprised gazes of everyone else in the locker room.
"man, didn't see you as the type to fuck before marriage," kaminari snickers, walking towards him from his spot on the bench to get a closer look, "jesus dude, these are deep! the hell did you do to her that she had to scratch at you like an animal?"
"shut your fuckin' mouth." bakugou growls, snapping his head to look back at his curious classmate with a seering -near murderous- glare that takes kaminari aback, yelping.
kirishima, sensing the growing tension, steps in between the two blondes and pats his friend on the shoulder.
"relax dude, he's just playing around! now, y'gonna tell us who the lucky lady is?"
"more like unlucky," grumbles mineta.
another red glare is sent towards the direction of the perpetrator, and bakugou's just about to blowing him halfway across the locker room when a glimpse of his scratches in the mirror sends him hurling into memories of last night; your kiss swollen lips against his, the choked whimpers you let out in attempt to keep quiet, and the oh so euphoric feeling of your nails dragging against his upper back as your hips clashed together unceremoniously.
it's enough to calm him back down, and as he finishes pulling on the top of his uniform, he shrugs kirishima's hand off his shoulder with a, "none of your damn business," and slumps away.
he avoids any other conversation or curious gawks by looking at the floor as he drags his way into the training field, and he can't help but smirk slyly to himself at the thought of the other girls squealing in delight at the sight of your chest covered in bites and red blooming bruises, or the damn near tattooed imprint of his palms on your hips.
as he reaches the field, he attempts to wipe said grin off his face with his sleeve, but ultimately fails as he meets your flustered gaze and your pink haired best friend's dropped jaw in realization as to who left you looking like that.
he tilts his chin up in greeting to you and your face heats up in response at the way mina screams once it hits her, and he thinks that maybe..
maybe this was a good start to his morning.
Holding hands.
Resting their heads over my shoulder.
Lying on their lap or chest.
Kisses on the forehead.
Playing with my hair.
When they give me that look of admiration.
Them making me laugh.
Giving compliments.
Putting their arms around me.
Making me feel heard and seen without even trying.
Random hugs when words aren’t needed.
When they remember the things I am passionate about.
Buying me food.
Them checking on me constantly.
When they respect my boundaries.
When they talk to me about things that reminds them of me.
When they speak their truth.
When they say they love me.
When they lift me up, support me and make me feel valuable and capable when I least believe in it.
<- 1
how good are they at flirting?
includes: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia.
warnings: none that I can think of.
reblogs are appreciated! <3
✦ riddle rosehearts.
would be the most romantic but be the one with least experience about it. so he will be neutral. nothing better, nothing less.
riddle definitely has one of the most best ideas in terms of classical dates, he has the looks, the smarts, and the authority to organize a private afternoon tea session with you in the heartslabyul rose garden maze.
but honestly his lack of experience is gonna be holding him back from actually becoming the ‘dream’ type of guy to other people. he would doubt his chances before asking you to have dinner with him. which ultimately ends up with the first years dragging you off to hang out and a lost chance.
if he does musters up the balls to actually attempt to flirt with you it’s surprisingly smoother than one would think. he’s taken the initiative to 'fix’ your appearance whenever he deems your attire inappropriate to wear (wrinkles, worn wrongly, etc..)
just cause he’s so focused on adjusting your tie that he doesn’t even know that he’s gone way too close and is nearly pressed up against you if it weren’t for the space between your arms.
retreats back with a satisfied look when he finally fixes it <- does not know what he just did was unintentionally HEART STOPPING.
✦ leona kingscholar.
..terrifyingly good if he uses the right amount of energy.
but even so his lazy demeanor itself might even become somewhat appealing to you. it’s kind of attractive if you look from the right angle and quite flustering whenever he looks at you with unintentional droopy eyes.
but those only happen when he’s fresh outta nap so you only see them when you just happen to be around when he wakes up.
to make it worse the color of his eyes is absolutely gorgeous so pair it up with his natural slitted eye when he’s angry, and the scar on his left eye? boom he’s gonna start killing you. literally.
so just imagine waking up next to this little bitch and the first thing you see is his chiseled face. his eyes are looking right at you and there’s a smirk on his face as he asks you how your sleep went.
“I could get used to this kinda sight everyday.” 💀🔫
again DEAD. but it all comes down to how you actually think about his behavior.
casually twirls his tail around your body parts like your leg, arm, or even waist when he wants you to take a nap with him. or just flicks you in the face when he wants to be an asshole or needs your attention. that’s probably his way of flirting excluding the fact that he would rub his cheek on yours as a greeting and doesn’t even care anymore if someone talks shit. (I think that’s how lions do it?)
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write a letter from the pov of your mc. to a loved one, or their enemy, or their future self. one letter, however long or short it will be.
if your mc owned a home in the modern-day world, what would it look like? describe the rooms, who lives there, the smells and tastes and feelings.
your mc plans the *perfect* night out with someone they love. lead us through it.
describe your mc's happiest memory.
in return, describe a memory that put them through it.
suddenly there's television (or something akin to) in whatever world it takes place in—fantasy, sci-fi, dystopia. what kinds of shows are on? what shows do your main cast like to watch? what modern-day actors would play as the shows' characters?
look for a part of your wip that you struggled with—or begin a new page if you haven't begun it yet. write at least one line. write one more. delete it all, and start over. write the same scene (a scene lasts until a character leaves or enters) until you are proud. you wrote this. you should be. take as long as you need.
curate a playlist: one song for every character introduced.
make a theme for your wip. [theme = idea + opinion] the theme of Sleeping Beauty could be true love conquers all.
[take a break. you deserve it.]
write a letter from the main antagonist complaining about the protagonist.
take the first chapter of your wip, but as the mc's enemy.
all your main and side characters (evil ones included) joined a therapy group (they probably needed it, didn't they). write out the discussion in the form of a movie script.
the protagonist and antagonist sit down and have a heart-to-heart. what do they discuss? what do they confess?
you're now a—specifically—gen z blogger commenting on the actions of your characters, in any chapter you like.
write yourself into one chapter of your book. how would you face the terrifying evil, or manipulative politics? not your mc—you.
plop your characters into a whole other genre. they're sci-fi alien slayers? well, guess who's the new Sherlock Holmes. the kings and queens of Narnia? add a bit of a coming-of-age love crisis.
pick two characters. any two: pull them out of a jar, spin a wheel, I don't care. make a Venn diagram with them on either side.
pick your mc and make a bullet list of thirty things they've probably achieved in an au. skydiving world record? ultimate frisbee world champion? most books read within a span of 24h? it's up to you.
[rest. you're almost there.]
set a timer for ten minutes. in those five minutes, write out the death scene of an important character—whether of old age or to be clicked into the storyline later.
edit your work. find common errors and ask someone to proofread. you can use websites such as Hemingway Editor.
go on picrew (or any other website) and make your characters.
take a chapter or chunk of text you're unsatisfied with, and rewrite it completely from memory. this will leave the important parts and help sharpen the words. do this as many times as you like until you're satisfied.
set a timer for ninety minutes. pick up where you left off, and write as much as you can—screw the plot line, trash grammar, ignore sense. it's only a draft, and it can only get better.
if you decide to post anything, feel free to tag me in them!
you've got this.
✘Paring: Fem!Reader x The seven brothers
✘Cw: Twitter links,bondage,lots of rough sex,choking(?),toys,fingering,oral(female receiving),squirting(Lucifer). 17+ only
✘Author's note: lots of twt accounts are banned...but i found some great videos :)
Lucifer is annoyed by your attitude,does he need to ruin that cunt so you can understand?
You want to be brat with the pride himself?
With your face buried in the blanket,Mammon finally got full control of you.
Arms tied up,he can now oversimulate your poor pussy :0
It's a MUST! He must play with you and your pussy before gambling.
Levi needs that butt before playing <3
Humping his thighs...you really are dirty slut for a hot gamer!
ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH! Satan is always going to pound in you like that~
This is definitely a special reading session.
Asmo found it so entertaining to deal with dumb brats like you <3
Dazed? He'll still tease that pussy!
Beel need to release his frustrations after training!
Aww,he loves hearing those cute whimpers from you everytime he use his hard fingers to finger you :p
His favorite evening meal is...you ☆!
Belphie just want you to bounce his dick before...
You are really that desperate for his dick? At least he won't do many efforts.
Good moral values
authenticity and honesty
Being comfortable in your own skin
Respecting one another
Doing random acts of kindness towards yourself and others
Loyalty
Believing in your dreams
Lifting others up
Being the same person personally and publicly
Giving without expectations
Not speaking poorly about others
Not being afraid to say no
Listening attentively
Not worrying about what others might think of you
Caring for your mental and physical health
Forgiving and forgetting