Almost At 50 Followers On Here, How Should I Celebrate? What Do Yall Want? I'm Open To Suggestions. I

Almost at 50 followers on here, how should I celebrate? What do yall want? I'm open to suggestions. I can't believe 48 of yall like my fics enough to follow

Че за черт, чувак? I'm sorry but what's wrong with being Russian and white? Or is it being beautiful a crime? Maybe I lack some context here (and if so, I apologize) but the previous anon didn't insult non-white people. They were also quite kind and respectful towards you. Simply, the vast majority of Russians happen to be white. Why does everything always have to do with race? Not to mention that „purple eyes“ hints at something called fantasy. I don't mean to be rude, believe me, but maybe you should try to be more polite with people, especially since it's not like everyone is automatically racist or whatever just because you assume them to be. If you act like an a-hole, being black doesn't automatically excuse you. To non-racist people (like me, albeit I cannot speak for the previous anon) it doesn't matter if you or a character of yours is black or white or whatever; a well-written character is a well-written character, and if you're an a-hole, you're an a-hole. And that's pretty much it. You don't need to answer this message, I don't care, but please think about it. You can become the better version of yourself if you really try, or you can simply continue being verbally abusive and overly aggressive towards kind people who have done literally nothing whatsoever to you. They were even concerned about your well-being! They even thanked you, and you wished them to die, like that. You think to be a victim, but right now you look more like an abuser. Please consider it. We all rant about how awful and unjust the world is, but what do we do to make it a better place? Maybe the request upset you, and that's perfectly fine, but in that case, all you had to do was just to say „hey, I'm sorry, I don't think I would feel comfortable writing such a character“ and that would have been it, no hard feelings. But did you have to menace people by saying you wish them to be „popped in their mouth“? Honestly, that's... sick. It's twisted. It's evil. You're not being a decent human being, you're being someone who wishes the death of another human being just because of the colour of their skin (assuming they are Russian, since they identify with the reader). You know what such a person is commonly called? A racist. Right now you're actively being a racist. And maybe some innocent but stupid white dude on the internet will read your aggressive attitude and think „they hate me because of my skin, so guess what? I guess i'll hate them in return, so we're even“. So they'll be abusive towards an innocent and stupid black fellow, who will think the same and will be abusive towards another innocent and stupid white guy, and so on, and so forth. I hope you see what you did there. This, colonialism aside, is how racism is spread. Please think about it. Don't waste time replying to me. Instead, start acting like a decent human being and spend two minutes of your time replying to the poor anon who made the request. Of course you have no obligations to fulfil their request, but I believe you should owe them the same respect they showed to you, at the very least.

fuck being a decent human baby 🥱 they should’ve read my rules and understood the assignment

Patchwork Quilt of Clouds

Comfort piece with one of my favorite comfort characters. Let me know if you guys want more Aizawa, might branch out to Hawks too. Just tell me what yall want to read

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Black!fem!OC. All my OC's have names that can be read as nicknames

Rating: PG, this is literal fluff and comfort

Warning: None.

Shouta found Cutie in their bed, with a literal mountain of pillows surrounding her. Pillows from their bed, the sofa, the guest room and pillows he’s never seen before, all fighting to say on their platform bed until some tethered on the edge. White, black, floral, funky designs and tacky sequined styled pillows painted a sight harsh on his eyes. And in the middle, a big black puff of wild kinky hair peeked out the sea of fabrics. Slowly Shouta put his scarf down on their dresser, then his goggles. With his boots by the door, next to hers, taking off his hero costume was a quick process.

During his disrobing, the erasure hero couldn't help but smirk to himself. Beside the bed, everything was cleaned; even the rug had vacuum tracks. She must have gotten fed up with his mess. Contrary to what students probably thought his home wasn't a dark cave with two pieces of furniture. Shouta was a thirty-year-old man. Of course, he had a coffee table and lamps, along with all the usual furnishings that would be found in adult housing. But despite his age and love for logic, he was a mess everywhere but his job. Before Cutie, he was shamelessly living like a raccoon. Logic be damned, working 2 jobs was tiring and cleaning wasn't a priority.

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized Cutie moved slightly to peer out at him to watch him dress down to his boxer briefs. Brown eyes filled with mirth met his before ducking down to hide in the sea of cotton. “What happened?”

“Oh thank heavens, a hero! Eraserhead, I've been attacked by a villain that attracts pillows. Save me.” Sometimes, she was almost as childish as his brats at school.

“Oh no, it appears I've also been attacked, but my villain makes their victims dangerously sleepy. Must. rest. Now.” His body collapsing into to fluffy void caused a couple of pillows to fall, but still, an obscene amount stayed put. Cutie watched from her spot as her boyfriend feigned fatal exhaustion. Her dark lips pulled into a large grin at how adorable Shouta looked surrounded by pillows, hair strewn in every direction. Playing with Shouta was like playing with a cat. Actually, her entire relationship with him could be compared to dating a cat. And she loved it.

“Thinking about me as a cat again? Really?”

“How-” a stem of catnip appeared right in front of Cutie, the bulb just starting to blossom with small flowers. Pale fingers held the piece haphazardly but behind the hand, a satisfied yet sleepy smile graced Shouta’s face.

“You can be predictable, Cutie.”

“All the time?”

“No, sometimes you're as unpredictable as a toddler. Ow, that really hurt,” his monotone voice lifted at the end when she tapped him on the forehead. Her hit caused a few more pillows to lose their balance and fall. “Exhibit A: the pillow mountain. I think I rest my case.”

“Really? Let the record show the jury looks unconvinced.”

“Objection, speculation.” Guffaws erupting from her short frame was her response. Eventually, it was quiet. Cutie felt the bed shift as her eyes closed. The weight of her partner pressed her body into the now hill of pillows. Then a cold nose nuzzled into her covered cleavage. After work and a shower, all the woman was wearing were sporty shorts and Shouta's sweatshirt.

“Sho!”

“You're warm. You can’t compare me to a cat and not expect me to do cat things.”

“But Sho-”

“Shh, just go to sleep.”

An hour before he had patrol, the hero rose from his position on his girlfriend. The pillow pillars that were there when he closed his eyes were still standing strong. Shouta released a deep sigh before getting up. Garbled words sounded from Cutie’s mouth, probably protest to him moving and taking his body heat away.

Ignoring that, Shouta went to the bathroom. Coming out he found his personal body pillow yawning and knocking down a few more pillows with her stretches. Now the floor around the bed looked like a patchwork quilt of clouds. Brown limbs popped out the remaining mess, freshly stretched, until her full figure emerged on the edge of the bed.

“This was so much easier in my head,” Cutie mumbled. Her hair wasn't that different than before, but Shouta knows she’ll be moaning over not covering it later. As he redressed, she finally tumbled out and walked out of the room. When his goggles settle under his scarf the nighttime hero exited their bedroom.

“I made soba.” a groan escaped his throat. “Just eat a little.”Before Shouta could groan again, brown eyes but quickly to glare at him, daring him to make a hint of protest. “You are not eating a jelly pack when I cooked and slaved over this hot stove to cook for my darling hero boyfriend. Sho I-”

Words kept spewing out her mouth but the black-haired male tuned her out. It would be easier to just consume a pack before his patrol, but his girlfriend was highly against more than two energy jellies a day. Cutie even said when she first moved to Japan the snacks were a complete shock to her. She believed jelly is not a substitution for a meal and her grandmother would ‘have her hide’ if she ate like he did. And thus, one of her first acts as his significant other was ensuring ‘proper nutrition.

“And I don't mean to nag but I just want you to be in the best shape possible to keep the streets safe and kick evil’s ass.”

“Okay, just a little.”

“You weren't even listening to me were you?”

“Nope. but I know somewhere in that speech you said something about caring, so… thanks.”

Cutie did nothing but flare her nose at this. While Shouta noticed, he felt it was best to make the bowls and not say anything. The kitchen was cozy, with only three chairs around the square table, all located in the nook by a window. After saying thanks, both of them began slurping down noddles, Cutie more than Shouta.

“You eat like a toddler.”

“You eat like a woman on a diet.”

“Hmm.” It was quiet after that. He finished before her, but before he could get up and leave, his darling girlfriend grasped his hand. Entwining their fingers, Cutie rose a single brow. Shouta squinted at his wristwatch before sighing and accepting he would be stuck here until the last possible minute.

“So needy.” Sometimes it was best to not acknowledge that fact about Cutie, like when she was already feeling guilty about constantly wanting his attention. But today, and on other days like this, when she had a smile brighter than the sun she could take that statement in stride.

“For you, my beloved, always.”

“Gross.” his expression didn’t match what he voiced, but he had an image to maintain. Not even Cutie can know how weak he is for mushy words. When she finished her food and put down her chopsticks, Cutie wasted no time grabbing his other hand.

“Shou….”

“Hgn...”

“Stay safe and kick ass.”A mischievous small smile danced briefly on his face. He squeezed her hand tight enough for her to curse before releasing them.

“Cutie..”

“Yes?”

“Clean those pillows up.”

Cream on the Inside, Clean on the Outside

I have nothing to say but gotdamn. This is gonna fuck up my masterlist.

Black!fem!reader x [Unspecified]

Rated R | Minors DNI

"You're so- ahhh- so deep, baby." You moaned under him, sundress hiked up around your waist. He thought you looked beautiful, your brown complexion contrasted so nicely against the cream leather seats. Leaning down to lick a stipe up your neck, he collected the sweat that had accumulated there. You tasted delicious. And smelled so inviting. He had to hurry and fuck you before the crew came back from lunch.

"Aw, you're so cute, doll. But," Your eyes widened as your cunt was stretched further, you were splitting at the seams. Looking up, you whined at the sight of his cocky expression and tense muscles. Under those stained coveralls was the body of a god. "I wasn't finished. Think you can take a bit more?"

Could you?

His long fingers toyed with the chain around your neck. He's waiting for an answer. Don't keep him waiting. Bucking your hips, you mewled as his thick dick sunk deeper into your heat. "P-please..."

A smirk tugged on his lips. Trailing his fingers up your pleading face, he pulled on your hair until your pretty neck had been stretched taut. Exposed all for him. "Remember, you said you'd make it worth my while, doll. Don't tap out yet."

Together you both let out curses when the last few inches of his flesh slid into your sensitive pussy.

“It's too late for a refund.”

y’all really got me to 50 followers. I am so thankful and can’t believe it. No more sappy shit, what do you lovely people want in celebration? you can have anything, anything at all in my power and i will do it. Prompt? regular questions about me? Thats all i can think of right now but if yall have any suggestions hit me up so we can celebrate properly

love yall

Eyes on Me

My first official x reader fic! This is going to be a two or three-part story. This part feels pretty tame to the one coming after it. enough talk

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black! fem! reader

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, masturbation, fantasy, edging (kinda)

Masterlist is pinned

There was something about you that drew him in. You weren’t the first sorceror from abroad, nor were your skills at slaying curses anything to be in awe over. The attitude you exuded, walking down the halls of his alma mater, reminded him of himself. Confident, just on the verge of cocky, paired with a quick mouth that’s shut him up a few times already. You aren’t the first to make him speechless. By all accounts, you were nothing special. He shouldn’t think of you as more than a fellow sorcerer, a coworker.

Then why for the life of him, was Satoru tugging on his cock with your image playing in his mind? His brain didn’t need to create a grand fantasy like it had to do with past lovers. The simple memory of you standing at the airport was more than enough to have him achingly hard with need.

The first time he met you had been at the airport, Satoru had been tasked with picking up the foreign sorcerer. Your hair had been piled up into a bun of long twists. The outfit you flew in had been casual. When you greeted him, in stilted Japanese you were clearly unsure of, it had been a sleepy hello. But when you shook hands-

Satoru grunted and released his flesh long enough to drizzle more lube on his hand, restarting the rhythm with a wet smacking noise. Your hand-

Your skin was buttery smooth. Soft, like you’ve never worked a day in your life. He wanted you to stroke his cheek with those hands. Wanted to feel those pretty brown hands trail over his body. Needed you to touch him just once.

“Fuck!” Satoru shouted your name, the soundwave bouncing around his otherwise quiet apartment. He was close. He could feel his balls draw up. Satoru just needed a bit more.

His phone began ringing right before he could cum. A line of curses left his mouth. Satoru could keep going. What could anyone do if the greatest sorcerer alive showed up a few minutes late? Through his white strands of hair, blue eyes looked at the device.

“Oh fuck yes,” Satoru moaned without thought. It was you. You were calling him while he was busy masturbating to the thought of you. Did you know? Would you be pissed if he answered, breathing heavy and unwilling to stop tugging his heavy cock. Would you like that? Would you be disgusted? “Oh shit, I- fuck!”

It didn’t help that the picture set as your contact picture was so provocative. You had to know the effect you had on him. Dressing like that, with so much of your silky smooth skin exposed for him to drink in.

In the haze of his lust, Satoru failed to notice the call stop. Only when the shrill of another call stimulated his ears, did he realize. You were calling him again. A whimper left his soft pink lips, his hand squeezed his cock harder than before. Were you that needy for him? Should he answer? Satoru bit his lip. His pace quickened, lube and precum providing the slick he needed. The call ended, but his phone lit up with another message. How sweet, you left a voicemail.

Before he could second guess himself, Satoru picked up his phone to listen. What did his pretty girl have to say? His groin felt painful because of how close he was to the tipping point. Was this the reason why he couldn’t bring himself to climax, was his flesh waiting to hear from you? Satoru prayed you would say his name, just once was all he needed, in the voicemail you recorded.

“Gojo-”

“Yes, baby! Say my name. Sucha a pretty girl, what a tease.” Satoru lost control of his body. Dirty words -words he yearned to whisper into your ear while you took his cock with your legs wrapped around him to keep him close- rolled off his pink tongue as he listened to the voicemail. He had no idea what you were talking about but your voice, just a dry and bored as the first time he heard it, worked him to frenzy.

“I’m gonna come-” Everything you said after that did not register. You were gonna cum? Is that why you tried calling him twice in a row? Were you doing the same thing he was, pleasuring yourself with a white-haired coworker in mind?

Satoru screwed his eyes shut. He could see it in his mind’s eye. Your head tossed back in ecstasy, your hands roaming all over your pretty brown skin. Your tits in the air presented to him like an offering. Dark drown nipple taut with arousal. He could feel his mouth water with drool. Those pretty thighs of yours were wide open to expose your dripping cunt. What a mess you made. Fingers buried are far as they could go. Desperately moving to chase the same high he was after.

The voicemail started over and that’s when Gojo Satoru lost it. Right when you said his name again.

“Gojo-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Your name fell left his mouth like a prayer. His hand squeezed his cock a few more times to imitate what he imagined your desperate pussy would feel like around him. Finally, thick ropes of his seed left his cock, the white mess painting his torso. Endorphins rushed throughout his system as he tried to catch his breath. That had been one of the most satisfying solos he’s had in a while. As he relaxed and enjoyed the aftermath of his climax, the voicemail continued to play.

“I’m gonna come over in about 15 minutes. If you weren’t such an ass I could have told you over the phone. Don’t keep me waiting outside again. See you soon.”

Satoru looked at the timestamp. Ten minutes had already gone by. He still had to shower and clean up this mess before you got there.

Oh fuck.