Made Me Cry Very Much, Loved It

Made me cry very much, loved it

remember me? masterlist:

preface: just an introduction :) 

i see red. i see nothing: a car accident, a lost memory. spencer doesnt remember the reader… but he wants to.. 

we used to: they have to meet again. just two perfect strangers. 

the sun: maybe.. together.. the sun will return

thank you so much for reading

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

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Hi!!! Could I please get an imagine with ushijima and his gf at the start of his relationship, he’s really gentle with her cause he’s scared of hurting her but one night she’s drunk at a party and starts whispering in his ear that she really wants him to be dominant and rough with her?? Size kink would be super nice as well xxxxx AHHHH IM SO NASTYY ( @onionhoesayhoe​ )

hello i am in love with your ushijima hc’s they’re so good and they fit him so well thank you. can I request headcanon’s for when ushijima discovered his daddy kink? have a lovely day! ( @gaydependingontheday​ )

I’m gonna combine these two asks!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking!! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY Requests are open!!!

WARNINGS: smexy times, daddy ushiwaka, drunk reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER (NSFW) 

Headcanons:

to be honest, I don’t think he’d discover it all on his own

let’s be real here kids, he probably didn’t know wtf a daddy kink was, let alone a kink in general–he probably only knows what he does and doesn’t like LMAOOOO

I’m combining two asks here so please bear with me BUT in my Humble Opinion, I don’t think that Ushijima would even dare to go all out with you. He’s strong and he knows it so he probably would go strong enough for it to feel good, but you’ll know he’s holding back because his control is just that good even If it’s wavering

I think reader would have to be the one to flip his switch

Maybe you’ll mention it as an offhanded remark one day to him

“Toshi, d’you know what a daddy kink is?”

OR

“D’you know how much of a daddy you are?” 

you’ll probably have to explain it to him, which is when the fun really starts

“can we try it out?”

NSFW INCOMING I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG

call him daddy for the first time while he’s pounding into you and he’ll go feral

barely contained self-control

grunts in your air, harsh bites on your skin and earlobe

“say it again, baby(girl/boy)”

all I’m saying is, call him daddy and he becomes a different sort of monster altogether

IMAGINE

“Toshi…” You say in a lilting drawl, your cheeks red from the alcohol. You’re drunk and you know it, but at least you’re not wasted. It’s just that right now, at this very moment, you have no filter. You crawl onto his lap to straddle his hips and give him a lazy grin, your eyes hooded as your forehead meets his shoulder. “I want you.”

A large hand settles on your back to rub circles in an idle manner as he acknowledges you with a low hum that you can feel from his chest, a soothing vibration. “And?” 

A low whine leaves your lips and you look up with a pout and pleading eyes, tugging at his shirt in a needy manner. “Please…” Your hand drops under his shirt to trace his chest, your hips moving in a steady manner against his clothed crotch. A low groan escapes your lips; you need more of this. Of him. Of his heat, his touch. You need more friction and he’s not giving it to you. 

“[Name],” he begins, his large hands finding purchase on your grinding hips to hold them in place. “We’re at a party.” 

“But, Toshi…” You whine, trying to resist his grip. Against his strength, it’s no use, but you try anyway. For a brief moment, his grip loosens and you give his crotch a hard grind before he hastily tightens his grip again, fighting back a grunt. “I’m–” you lean forward to whisper into his ear “–horny.”

“[Name],” he says again, his tone one of caution, but in your drunken state, you can’t be bothered. Eventually, he has to stand up and lead you away to some room that neither of you care about. He locks the door behind him and turns to you, seemingly undeterred by the growing tent in his pants. “This is not appropriate.”

“So?” You tug at his shirt and he lets you take it off. He looks so good, and in your horny haze you still take time to admire his build. Fuck, he’s hot. You can feel him hardening beneath you; he’ll grumble about how you’ll be tired in concern, but when it comes down to it, he’ll fuck you anyway. “People are probably fucking around in the other rooms anyway,” you drawl as he unclips your bra and slides your shirt over your head. “I want you in me.” 

A growl leaves his lips. When you look up, his eyes are already looking down at you. The heat in them is intense and something coils up in your stomach. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. And you’re soaked. “Fine.” He says it in a clipped manner, but you both know how eager he is now to fill you up until you can’t think of anything but the feeling of his girth in you and you won’t know any name other than his. 

The next few minutes are a blur of torn clothes and kisses before he throws you onto the bed. He’s above you in nothing but his boxers and you’re beneath him without a single article of clothing on you. A giggle leaves your lips but turns into a low moan as he pushes a long, thick finger into you. 

“You’re so wet.” Is the only thing he says as he marvels quietly at how easily his finger moves in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, as if you’re not a hot mess beneath him. He looks up and his eyes narrow at your expression.

He slips in another finger. A louder moan from you cuts through the air and your back arches off the bed as he moves it in scissoring motions and curls them against your walls in a “come hither” manner. 

But it’s not enough.

“Toshi, Toshi please,” you beg, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as his fingers continue their rhythmic pace. He’s already looking at you, and the fire in his gaze is enough to send you reeling even though he’s not even in you yet. 

“But–”

“I don’t care!” You whine, reaching your hands down to close around Ushijima’s wrist. “Please, Toshi, I want you in me. Please, daddy, just fuck me already.”

Something in him snaps at the mention of the word and a low growl leaves his lips. His boxers are off in a moment and he’s in you the next and it feels so good to be filled by him that a long, animalistic groan leaves your lips. When you look up, he’s hovering over you, and his eyes are dark. 

“Thank you, daddy, thank–” you’re cut off by a moan as he starts to thrust into you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, though not as hard as you’d like. It hits the right spots, anyway, and so you let loose another cry of pleasure. In, out, in, out. You’re in bliss.

“More,” you finally stutter out, the first coherent word you’ve said in minutes. “More, daddy, more–” another moan and your back arches off the bed. Ushijima’s grip on your hips is painful but the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places is more overwhelming then anything. 

“Tight,” he breathes against your ear as he fastens his pace, drilling into you. 

More, more, more.

It’s not enough. He’s holding back because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, you know; it’s in the occasional softer thrusts and the way he holds you close as if you might break, but tonight, you want him to ravage you. A swell of love reaches your chest because you know how hard this is for him to keep his self-control in check, but you want more and he’s going to give that to you.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper. His thrusts slow for a split second before he meets your gaze; permission, reaffirmation. 

Are you sure?

You only tighten around him in response. 

For a moment, his pace continues. 

And then he speeds up. 

Moans leave your lips as he sets an unforgiving pace. Slowly, you feel his self control come undone in the way his every thrust goes deeper and deeper and harder and harder. It feels so good to be filled to the brim like this and you’re no longer able to form coherent words. 

“You…” Ushijima grunts. He pulls out of you to flip you around and before you can whine at the loss of the feeling of him in you, he slams into you and fills you anew as he yanks you back by your hair until your back is against his chest. “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice is gruff and low and you let loose another moan in response.  His hand lands on your ass to give you a rough smack and he lets you go, letting your body fall onto the bed as he holds your hips in a death grip to pound into you. You can hear the bed smacking against the wall, but the feeling of his cock hitting you where it feels so good distracts you from anything else. 

Ushijima flips you until you’re laying on your side and your leg is on his shoulder, burying himself in you to the hilt. A knot starts to build in your stomach and you let loose a loud cry. “Daddy, I’m close.” 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His words come out as a low growl and he spanks you again, still pounding into you and burying himself in you again and again and again at a mind-numbing pace. The smell of sweat fills the room along with the sound of your moans and cries and his grunts and the lewd sound of skin against skin. “Come for me, baby girl.” It’s a low growl, a rumble of thunder, and as he pounds into you again and again, hitting your womb like it’s nothing, your world goes white. 

“Daddy–” you choke out between moans as the knot loosens, but still he does not falter in his pace. 

“What’s my name?” His voice is harsh and raspy, desire in his undertone. 

“Toshi–”

He pounds harder. “My name, baby girl.”

“Wakatoshi!” 

“Good girl.”

But his pace doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling in and out of you and, when he meets your hazy gaze, a smirk curls at his lips as he brings you into the missionary position, his thrusts slowing as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanted this, slut,” he drawls. He’s never called you that before and it sends a tingle down your stomach. “And I haven’t come just yet.”

He rises, pulling almost all the way out before harshly slamming back in. A cry leaves your lips. His voice is like thunder. 

“The night is still young.”

———

BSBDIBIU I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IDUCBUB 

I didn’t proofread this oops

My favorite boy 💜

✦ Amajiki Tamaki ✦「 Quirk: Manifest 」

I fucking love this so much 😭😭😭😭

hi hello i just found your writings and love them so mcuh! 🥺💞 the aizawa family hcs got me crying all over the place SJFHJDH what if s/o came to ua looking for aizawa and bumps into shinsou, shinsou goes up to class 1A and legit just goes “Dad, mom’s looking for you” and the class goes wHaT??!?- (ps ily pls don’t forget to smile and drink ur water💗)

Thank you so much!! Ahhh. This was so cute I had to write it out~ ❤💕💞💓💖

Shinsou swore it was an accident. He didn’t mean to let it slip, at least not in front of the whole class. He was so ashamed he would have to hide from his classmates forever.

“Dad, mom’s is looking for you.” The second the words left his mouth he froze.

He never intended on calling Aizawa and you by those names. It wasn’t that he didn’t view you as his parents but he was so old that it felt awkward using them. You and Aizawa had never insisted he use them.

It was Eri’s fault he rationalized. Eri was young so using it wasn’t hard for her, she had wanted to use it. She could barely remember her parents so it wasn’t hard for her to view both of you as her own parents. He felt odd calling the both of you by name in front of her. It felt wrong so he had started using it for Eri’s sake while she was around.

He didn’t want to admit it but it was all too easy to start using when she wasn’t around. That’s what lead to this moment.

Aizawa had forgotten his lunch at home and you weren’t busy so you decided to run it over to UA. The class had been returning from the training grounds when he spotted you. He ran over to you asking why you were here. He was worried something was wrong at first but thankfully it was just the forgotten lunch.

He was going to walk with you to class when Present Mic saw you and wanted to say hello. The thing with Present Mic, or rather uncle Hizashi as Eri called him, it was never just a hello. He was talking your ear off so Shinsou told you he’d see you later. He didn’t want to get in trouble for being late.

Shinsou entered the class, everyone else was already seated when he got there. Aizawa gave him a questioning look no doubt due to his tardiness. That’s when it slipped out.

The students of 1A had been chatting amongst themselves but after his words, they all froze.

“Wait, what?” Kaminari said in confusion.

Shinsou had no idea what to say but thankfully he was saved by you entering.

“Hey babe, you forgot your lunch.” You said as you walked over to your husband’s side, placing the food on his desk.

If he thought class 1A was amazed by what Shinsou did now they were really shocked. You didn’t hesitate to press a kiss on his cheek which earned some hollering from the students.

“Thank you,” Aizawa did his best to remain stoic but it was easy to see the slight blush on his cheeks. “Stay for lunch?”

“I’ll meet you in the teacher’s lounge.” You said with a smile. He nodded and you made your way to the door.

Shinsou thought he was safe, the attention was on you and Aizawa. What he didn’t expect was for you to approach him. You pinched his cheek before kissing his forehead.

“See you later, kid.” You said giving a smile before leaving the room.

Shinsou stood there with all eyes on him. After he unfroze he walked to his seat and sat down.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He said, not making any eye contact with his fellow students.

A reminder for myself

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

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