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Why did I think deku was holding a vape

Happy Birthday

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) – July 15th

From that one twt post

Two things:

1) I really need to stop putting embarrassing little messages on my posts. I keep forgetting that people reblog this stuff and all my embarrassing words are out in the world permanently.

2) I just woke up from a sad dream where I really wanted to say something and couldn't. To compensate, I'll write down what I wanted to say.

You're all worthy of love and the company of the people who love you, I promise. That traumatic event or the fact your father's gone doesn't make you any less of a good, strong human being. I hope you manage to work out all your issues one day. I'm so excited to see the person you're going to become.

I am so proud of you.

Okay, weird, sad rant over. I'm happy now. Back to bed. Goodniiight <3

Also I'm so going to delete this when I wake up, after the embarrassment's fully set in.

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Studying manga textures + drawing unhinged teens. Blackwhip is surprisingly relaxing to draw?

[M4F] Your boyfriends finds out about your Tumblr likes

(Mentions of anal and rough sex but nothing mad. Didn’t want to scare people off from my second ever widely available audio on www.tumblr.com. Also this one's going to be rebloggable :))

Ah, and if the audio's too cringe, have some hand pics/ gifs I took today... actually, that might add extra cringe to the whole thing :p

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i like to imagine Izuku peaking over your shoulder while your on your laptop one day to find that you are playing the sims. He would wonder when you started playing since you never mentioned any interest in playing computer games like he occasionally does. Izuku spots two avatars that look very eerily like the both of you.

“Is that us Baby?” He asks innocently. The man notices the rise in your shoulders as if you were caught doing something scandalous.

“Yes?” You answered meekly. Hoping he doesn’t notice all the green haired children running around the house that you spent three hours building.

He does.

“Six huh?” He’s cocky now, his breath fanning down your warm neck.

“Let me live I just want to know what they would look like.”

Izuku hums and places a warm kiss on your cheek. He leans back up and heads towards the front door on his way to an appointment.

“I’m thinking eight, not six.”

The thing about having a "big" following is that 70% of that number is bot-run accounts, 20% are dead accounts, and (if you're lucky) maybe 5-10% are people who engage with your posts.

Most posts get high counts because someone passes it to their followers, and their followers pass it to their followers, and their follower's followers pass it onto their followers, and so forth.

What I'm saying is having a high follower count doesn't matter on this website. Reblogs do.

Stoic

When Gojo assumes Nanami Kento's lack of PDA for the reader shows a lack of desire for her, a tipsy Kento is quick to correct him.

Warnings: 18+ drabble, Kento goes on a smutty rant

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'A quick drink' after work had soon turned into two, three, four. Shoko took full advantage of the rooftop bar's balcony, smoking and idly chatting; Higuruma and Atsuya gossipped and quipped, snorting into their drinks; Satoru observed Kento and you keenly behind his dark lens; you stood, excusing yourself to the bathroom as Kento gave you a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry," Satoru interrupted loudly when you were gone, his pot boiling over, "I just-- I just don't get it, Nanami." All eyes were on Satoru and Kento now-- Kento, with one thin eyebrow raised in quiet disdain at Satoru, and Satoru, with his elbows planted forward on his knees in challenge.

A few moments of silence. Kento huffed, "Should I be apologising for someth--"

"--you've been together for years," Satoru interrupted, "and I'm just not convinced. She could be-- she could be a coat rack for all the affection you show her, you're supposed to not be able to keep your hands off her--"

"--you want me to grope my fiancée in public, am I correct--"

"--well maybe, anything to show that you love her--"

Kento laughed out loud, deep and humourless, continuing to chuckle into his glass, scoffing to himself; "Love her," he rumbled, swirling his whiskey, amber eyes flickering and carnal in the firelight.

Shoko had turned, smirking, to watch the scene. Atsuya leaned back, scowling, chewing on a toothpick with crossed arms. Hiromi leaned, glimmer-eyed, into the drama, one hand cupping his jaw and the other clasping his wineglass. He picked up the bottle, slowly beginning to pour another glass.

"I don't love her," Kento spat, downing his glass of whiskey in one smooth swallow, hissing and slamming the glass down on the table, "I worship her. I'm obsessed with her."

Satoru was silent, mulish, as Kento continued.

"I would walk through rains of bullets for her," he mused aloud, "I would cut off fingers with blunt knives--"

"Nanami, alright, I'm sorry--"

"Any second I'm not with her," Kento continued, his voice quieter, darker, the group leaning into him, "is a second wasted. I don't know what point there was in the years I spent without her-- probably just there to build me into even a semblance of the man she deserves--"

"--why are we doing this--"

"-- and when I'm not thinking about talking to her, watching her, being near her, holding her, or-- fuck, just having her look at me goes bone-deep...I spend at least eighty-percent of my time thinking about different ways to make her cum--"

Satoru was blushing now, his face in his hands, while the others leaned into Kento's mild breakdown with awe, "--fucking hell Nanami, I didn't mean--"

"I almost died last week, at work," Kento mused, as a laughing Hiromi slid the glass of wine down the table to Kento, which he caught seamlessly, "because I was too busy thinking about how her mouth had felt around my cock the night before, because I was pondering the many applications for my tie, because I was thinking about how incredible she felt underneath me--"

Atsuya and Shoko whispered together, Hiromi now giggling to himself unashamedly; "Oh he's really going for it--" "I know I know, shhh, let him finish--"

"--and I've been sat here with her all evening, resisting the urge to strip her, tie her wrists together and have her ride me until I go fucking blind, all because of social-fucking-propriety, just for some long streak of jizz like you to say I clearly don't love her--"

Satoru had shrunk in on himself now, his soul quietly leaving his body, mortified and put to rights as Kento tsked, swirling his wine before downing that, too. He accepted the bottle Hiromi slid towards him in approval.

"...it really just is rather rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it, Gojo?"

The group sat in stunned silence as you returned, sitting beside Kento and laying a hand on his crossed knees. You felt the bizarre tension; Hiromi unable to conceal a blush as he looked at you, Shoko giving you a knowing smile around her cigarette, Atsuya unable to make eye contact. You smiled uncertainly.

"...what did I miss?"

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Still waters run deep 💀💀💀

No thoughts- no thoughts, just this

thinkin about monster bakugou with a prehensile tongue….