Your Theme Makes Me Feel High On The Color Pink And Good Vibes I LOVE ITTTT

posting tmr cus i wanna triple reread before i post

I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.

hii ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) welcome to my blog!! my name is bloom, i’m eighteen and use she/her pronouns.

i’ve always been a writer! (if u search hard enough you’ll find the wattpad fanfics i wrote at the ripe age of 11..) now i write creatively and for this blog!! all of my current content is mha bc i love class a.

here’s a little bit about me!

my nationality is american and my ethnicity is haitian and french! i do speak haitian creole but no french yet..

i’m unlabeled at the moment, but to make it simple ill say i’m bisexual..

i have a pet cat named mika!

my future career is most likely going to be biology related (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

i’m an advid music listener. faye webster is my top artist i love her sm.

the marias, clairo, the sundays, fiona apple, the cranberries, big thief, wave to earth, the cardigans, etc.

my favorite genres at the moment are indie pop and alternative rock.

i’m such a movie girl, going to the theater is literally one of my favorite things to do. lady bird is my favorite movie of all time!!

suncoast, enola holmes, missing, luca, fantastic mr fox, shazam, forgotten, it, kikis delivery service, etc…

my top movie genres are sci-fi, action, and adventure.

ask for my letterboxd if u wanna know more abt my movie interest!! and i’m always super open to suggestions (no romance tho.. i have my reasons)

i’m more of a viewer than a gamer myself butttt i love practically all story telling decision games; the walking dead, the quarry, until dawn, etc. life is strange (all of them but especially the second one) is my favorite. my favorite video game genre is horror! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

slushy noobz get a honorable mention cus i love their videos

when my brain isn’t being completely rotting on the internet, i actually do patriciate in some hobbies!

i like to spend a lot of time outside! walks, biking, swimming— i prefer lakes. i LOVE the summer.

i do my own braids and lashes!

i crochet and i’m learning how to knit

i’m part of a volunteer group in my town!

im also training program to and learning how to handle cameras, use editing softwares, and control livestreams!

+ and once i learn how to use graphs i’ll be an awesome video star editor guys trust!!

i have a side blog for mediation

as a writer it’s is my duty to also be a reader!

i do write poems sometimes but my skills are pretty rusty now

if we have anything in common let me know and we could talk about it n lock in! ok thanks for reading bye bye ^_-

CAN WE PLEASEEEE GET DENKI WITH “get on ur knees” WHERE HE GETS US TO BJ IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOMS OR SOMETHING?? I WOULD LOVEEEE THANKYOU

authors note - hey sweetpea!! i try to avoid making my characters students in nsfw content, so i added a little twist and made denki a soccer player, bluelock is taking over my life ><

here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content

“stupid stupid stupid!” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off your boyfriends, (now-ex) soccer jersey, the same one you proudly wore this afternoon to cheer him on from the stands, while he dribbled the soccer ball across the field, “i’m such an idiot!” you threw the jersey onto the bathroom floor as you washed your face, the memory from seconds ago, playing over and over in your head, the girl your ex-boyfriend ran to and kissed. 

hell, he didn’t even look at you. you looked like an idiot wearing his jersey, he made you look like a lovesick fan. you could never forgive him for that, ever. 

“something bothering your pretty face?” the voice came from behind you, your eyes darted to the mirror infront of you, pairing a face to the voice. 

denki kaminari. 

your ex-boyfriends rival. 

“fuck off” denki walked towards you, you hated how calm he looked, for someone who just lost the biggest game of his life. 

“so hostile..” denki closed the space between you two as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “stupid boyfriend of yours can’t treat you right or something?” 

“none of your fucking business!” you screamed, each word with more animosity that than the previous one. 

“i’d never treat you like that ya’know” denki leaned against the bathrooms sink, as he crossed his arms against his chest, watching you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. 

“oh yeah?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting, taking him by surprise. 

“heck yeah, let me show you how a real man treats his girl hm?” he caressed your cheek, as his thumb rubbed circles onto the apple of your cheek, dragging you towards one of the cubicles, a click followed, making sure the door was shut close. 

“get on your knees.” denki pulled his sweats down, rock-hard against his boxers, you could make out how big he was, your mouth slightly agape. denki chuckled, “don’t worry babe, you can take it can’t ya?” you nodded briskly, there’s no way you can back out now. 

“you mind me recording this? wanna send it to a certain someone” you shouldn’t have said yes, but you wanted your ex to feel the same pain you did, and you were all for going lower than he did, and the bar was in hell. “be a good girl for me and take me in your mouth yeah?” 

denki waited for you to grab his dick, before he pressed record, he watched you considerately lick the slit as he twitched violently. f-fuck,” he grunts, a hand on your head pushing you to take more of his length, until your tongue is tracing along the protruding veins, until the curve of his cock is slipping down your throat, testing your gag reflex. “just like that, babe.”

he bobs your head up and down, cockhead pounding against the back of your mouth with each thrust, and you do your best to loosen your jaw, to breathe through your nose and catch a whiff of his musk, of the heady scent of sex that permeates the surrounding air as the seconds pass. mindlessly, your hands float up to your chest, playing with your tits and pinching your nipples through your bra. He grunts, brazenly gaping at the way you push your tits together, eyeing the trail of spit and pre that dribbles out of your mouth, along your throat and down your cleavage.

“shit, look up, baby, look at the camera,” he growls, keeping his cock buried in your throat as he tugs you by the hair, forcing your gaze up to the bright light. you blink back tears, widening your eyes to look more innocent, more desperate, and he groans at the sight of your clouded gaze, of the drool and spit dripping out of your mouth around his cock. “who’s fucking your mouth, huh?”

He knows you’re enunciating his name in reply, it’s just a shame all the camera can pick up is you mewling around his cock, his thick girth reducing your syllables to nonsensical garbles, to slurred, wanton moans as he pulls back and shoves himself back in once more. the coarse hair around his cock itches your nose when he holds you steady, and you can feel his cock twitch in your throat when you gulp around it before he finally pulls back to let you breathe properly. 

he doesn’t let up, though, pumping his cock in his free hand, smearing the mess of pre and spit all over your cheeks, over your rolled out tongue before he smacks the tip against the wet muscle.

“whose cock d’ya want?”

“yours,” you reply instantly, pursing your lips around the tip, and he slides his cock in further, making it poke against the inside of your cheek.

“louder, baby.”

“yoursh, den’ki,” you whine around his cock, tugging on his wrist so he’d push his cock in properly, so he’d fuck your throat until your voice turns raspy.

“yeah?” he grins, moving his hand back to your head, and you immediately take him deeper into your mouth, one hand dropping to fondle his balls, squeezing so he jolts in your hold, hips slapping against your face.

you can feel your own panties grow wetter each time he groans your name, each time you look up to admire the way he throws his head back, mouth wide and singing praise, but are greeted by the bright flash of his camera instead; just the thought of him sending this video to your ex-boyfriend, who’s gonna be fuming and losing his shit, has you clenching around thin air, leaking into your underwear. you sneak a hand down to alleviate yourself, trying to rub your clit through the fabric of your pants, and the movement doesn’t escape denki’s notice.

“look at that, you’re getting off on this? fucking touch-touching yourself with my dick in your mouth? shit, baby.”

he pulls out just to get a clear shot of the way you spread your knees and circle your nub, but the feeling is so underwhelming, muted because of all the layers of clothes in the way, and it makes you whine up at him childishly. “denki, please, need you.”

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, captivated by the way you roll your hips in search of a better angle. “how badly d’you need me?” he’s cruel to ask when he can see how anguished and zealous you are, but he takes great pleasure in seeing the way you reduce yourself to whimpers and mewls of his name, sobbing for his help.

“so badly, denki, I can’t— really need you, want your help, please, please, baby…”

“go on then.” He smirks at the way your brows cross, confused until he nudges your knee with his socked foot. “help yourself, baby.”

you’re so cute, he can’t help but think, watching your lips drop in disbelief.

“seriously…?” so fucking adorable. “denki…”

“It’s that or nothing, babe, now open up again.”

he slips the tip of his cock back into your mouth, but his eyes haven’t left yours, raising a brow as you just sit there and take what he does to you, keeping your mouth ajar so he can slide his cock back and forth, keeping your legs grounded as he taps his foot on your thigh. you shoot him a small glare, lacking any real fire, before scrunching your eyes closed, and pushing his foot off of your leg. it drops in the gap between your thighs and his smirk grows, his hips stop moving, as he watches in awe as you hover over him before lowering your hips.

“joly shit,” he wheezes, lost for words as you grind down on him. He’s stuttering, choking on his own words as the heat from your sex engulfs him-he didn’t expect you to be so filthy, but he isn’t complaining. his cock twitches in your mouth every time you rut your hips over him, digging your nails into his calf, and if this goes on for any longer, he knows he’s going to blow his load down your throat, and this is going to make for the shortest sex tape ever.

“f-fuck, shit, baby, you’re so desperate, huh? Humping my foot like a fucking dog, fuck-  fuckin’ bitch in heat, oh god, oh shit, shit-”

His legs are trembling, like an earthquake is running straight through his body, and he’s sure the camera is a shaky mess, but can’t bring himself to fix his grip when you’re sliding yourself along his foot like you’re riding his dick. 

“fuckfuckfuck gonna cum-“ cum dripped down the side of your mouth as he pulled out, ending the video. 

“let’s show him who you belong to yeah?” 

be the change u want to see in the world.

having a hyper fixation on a character that has no content is like being randomly very hungry in the middle of the night and going to the kitchen only to find out there’s absolutely nothing to eat but you’re literally so desperate and hungry so you eat even the smallest of crumbs

hi to everyone who likes my post i’m stalking all ur pages btw

no one go to sleep yet i’m writing ur bedtime story

Sprayed secrets

Archenemy!Bakugou x reader

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝 You're locked in a bathroom with your enemy. What secrets come up?

A/n: There will be a part two! This was the hero x hero in the poll. I think I ate lowk.

If there was one person you hated with all your heart, it was Bakugou fucking im-better-than-you Katsuki. That fucking BOY got on your fucking nerves. Somebody had to put him in his place (Not that you hadn’t) by tripping him and making him eat shit. His cocky attitude and constant yelling often made you fantasize about seeping mustard gas into his room in the dead of night. You hadn’t yet through sheer willpower.

So, colour yourself rainbow and call yourself Pedro pony when asked why and how the fuck you ended up in the shower with him.

You both sat fully clothed under the cold spray of the shower, drenched to the bone. Your backs were pressed up against opposite walls, just staring at each other as the two of you bent your knees to fit in the cramped space.

Honestly, this was all Kirishimas fault. After Izuku and his friends got Bakugou back from the LOV, he never was quite the same. And you suppose everybody was concerned You included so his friends decided that locking him in the bathroom with one of them until he spoke was the way to deal with it, and you just happened to get stringed into their obnoxious schemes.

Honestly, it made no sense, sure you lost rock paper scissors against Kirishima but like from a logical point of view, it was his worst enemy vs his bestest little friend. Why in the world would they lock him in a room with you over Kirishima? Were they all stupid? He would never talk to you.

You had started off on separate sides of the bathroom, but your patience quickly died a few hours in. If you were forced to be in a room with him, it might as well be for a reason, or at the very least to have it done with.

“Get in the shower” You had said harshly.

“No what the fuck? You pervert.”

“What? No you weirdo. I think best in the shower, so we’re going to talk in there”

He had obviously fought it, and he could tell you didn’t want to do this just as much as him. But after his so-called friends didn’t unlock the door even after three hours, he decided he might as well, if only to get out sooner.

So thats how you ended up here.

Maybe you didn’t tell him the whole truth though. The water also helped in feeling more protected. Less vulnerable. It was easier to ignore the tear slipping down his face as he recalled what happened, easier to brush it off as just the water. It was easier to ignore his voice cracking, easier to play coy and say you didn’t hear anything over the water roaring over your head.

But something had shifted. The conversation had started off with Bakugou realising that neither of you would be let out until he started talking, so he did. It started mundane, he kept up his strong persona, making it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. But he could see that you saw straight through his bullshit, yet were choosing not to call him out on it. It was slow, but he gained some respect for you, not enough to stop hating you but enough to acknowledge you weren’t all that bad if you were choosing to not mock him when he was talking about his most vulnerable moment.

Perhaps the same happened to you. You saw through his bullshit. But you also saw he was used to putting up a front, something you knew personally. It was a defense mechanism as much as it was self-preservation. Maybe you had to give the real Bakugou a chance.

“It was… hard” He whispered, and you understood him. Any idea of putting him in his place was gone, you were just two people who had been through a lot.

” I know what that's like” You whispered back

“You do, don’t you?” He replied chuckling dryly.

You don’t know when you started sharing parts of your life too but letting him be the only vulnerable one felt wrong. You never meant for it to get this far, but over the past few hours, he knew things about you that you had never dared to mention out loud to anybody, and it was the same for him.

You were strangers. Enemies. Yet you both shared secrets that were so… personal. Words that would never see anything past the cramped dingy walls of this shower. Yet they were the same words that slowly crumbled both your walls, that you both connected over, over things nobody should have ever experienced let alone connect over. Eventually, the thought hit you like a truck.

Maybe Bakugou wasn't so bad.

It was another couple hours until you were both let out, both of you were shivering despite being under hot water, your skins wrinkling and lightly purple. Your friends were panicked, and the two of you were dragged away to the different dorms to be taken care of.

Looking back at him as you were doted over by all the girls, you saw him staring back receiving the same treatment.

You squinted as he mouthed something.

KATSUKI.

That's when you knew.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

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ohmgee is the mystic messenger fandom alive on tumblr?

just played jumins route in december

some brothers and their dumb ball

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