My Thoughts Are Running In Circles.

What I Think of You Based on The Bachelor You Married:

- this is just for fun! don’t take anything personally :) enjoy! -

Alex: Unashamed to say you have a himbo type. You most likely picked Alex because either A. You think he’s hot or B. You find him kind despite how cocky he was when you first met him. You also probably wish that you could move Rusty to the farm once you marry Alex.

Elliott: You probably write poetry yourself or you read ALL of the time. You probably married him because of his kind nature and how romantic he is. I would assume your love language is words of affirmation. And of course: you LOVE his hair.

Harvey: You most likely relate to his anxiety and his softness. You like guys with dilf energy and glasses. You like that he makes meals for you and constantly cares about your health and well being. You’re also probably into taller men as well, I personally imagine Harvey to be like 6’3” lol.

Sam: Definitely into the whole “golden retriever guy” thing, you like his positive energy and goofy ness. If you draw Sam, I guarantee you try to give him a different hairstyle LOL. You probably have a passion for music and feel comfortable around him.

Sebastian: Mysterious emo boy energy. You probably love either board games/ video games and would rather stay home and enjoy reading a book than going to see a ton of people. You also have an obsession with frogs.

Shane: You relate to Shane either a bit or a lot, no in between. You probably married him because you love seeing someone who was in a dark place finally get better. You also love enemies to lovers stories and have major dilf energy.

shigaraki likes it when you pull his hair.

he’s never going to admit it, but when your fingernails scratch the scalp at the back of his neck, when you tug just a little too hard, he goes feral.

maybe it’s the burn at the root of his hair, or the threat of baring his neck to you, but it turns him on - he growls, tipping his chin up to you and esxposing rough, cut flesh along his jawline, in a vicious salute to your gall.

he’ll hiss cruel words, ask, “is that how you wanna play, bitch?” and claw at your body like you claw at his, fucking a second load of come into your battered pussy. he’s careful not to let the fifth finger drop, drawing blood beneath his jagged nails while he pounds into your cunt, dick throbbing as you stake your claims upon each other’s bodies.

🥵🥵 I don't need to add anything to this sweet fantasy, but I'll just say I would mark that man's neck up so quick, and happily let him leave hickeys and bites all over me. Like please sir

                                𖥻 MIYA, ATSUMU !

TITLE College Girl Learns To Suck & Blow

RATING ★ ★ ☆ — NSFW CONTENT

WARNINGS Explicit Language, Fratboy!Atsumu, F!Reader, Rough Asphyxiation, Minor Degradation (towards Reader & Atsumu), Spitting, The Word Daddy One Time, Under The Influence Sex (a little), Rough Sex, Kinda Public S*x But Not Really,

WORD COUNT 4.7K Words

AUTHORS NOTE if you caught the reference to a certain pop-culture film, send an ask with the answer & your name so i could properly ask for ur name in marriage. also FIRST FIC ON HERE FUCK YES LMFAO HERE WE GOOOOO

When Atsumu Miya promised you he would ruin your entire life in the 7th grade, you didn’t think he’d meant those words as much as he really did.

Sure, you both had a deep (and oddly unreasonable) hatred for each other that usually put poor Osamu in a tough pickle. Besides that though, you couldn’t help but carry this disdain for the faux blond through the many (unfortunate) years of familiarization.

He’d always been so arrogant, glancing down at you with his nose turned up towards the site of your charmingly hideous recreation of the Statue of Liberty for art class, always telling you that you weren’t fast enough with your shitty legs so you never got the grace of sitting down next to ‘Samu, and never giving you as much as a second look when his brother wasn’t in his vicinity.

At first, you wanted to get him to like you. Why wouldn’t you? He was the boy you’ve had a crush on since before puberty’s brother and it was in your best interest to get along with him.

The only issue? It was Miya Atsumu for Christ’s sake.

Don’t even start with the minute he realized he was hot shit in Volleyball. It was almost like clockwork, where the arrogance just extended into dark malicious wings that spread over you and gave you two options: deal with the attitude to be in Samu’s presence, or leave.

The latter was never an option though.

The world stopped spinning on its axis in the 11th grade though, when a change in your dynamics (that you can’t quite figure out) caused the rivalry to revert into nothing more than harsher than socially accepted jokes and a small petal of smiles hoping to blossom into a friendship.

Eventually it happened, causing you to be a bit more comfortable with the blond, or at least comfortable enough to show up to one of his fraternity’s (or more like sports club, but ‘Tsumu really wanted the full college experience so he demanded everyone called it Delta Ball which was really dumb if you asked ‘Samu) party tonight.

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

The little black dress you had on did nothing to hide you, confidently walking through the house as if it was your own (because it basically was, you never went to the parties but you always seemed to be there) with your head held high.

At least, you were for the first 30 minutes to an hour before the (many) drinks you downed began to settle in. Whether it be the constant little snarky yet flirtatious remake thrown to whoever caught it, to the dance moves you’d probably rather burn alive than do sober— you were having the time of your life.

“Well whatta’ we have here, Bo’?”

Keyword, were.

The drink in your hand found itself sliding down your throat faster than before, the idea of being closer to drunk to communicate with Atsumu being the best one yet. You turned around excruciatingly slow, two towering buff varsity players smirking down at you with nothing but mischief.

“Bokuto, please don’t participate in his bullshit.” You announced, dull face hiding the small glint of excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Okay, so maybe the faint rivalry started to drift away and something a bit more started to grow for the other, other twin. Sure, Samu was nice, funny, chill, and an amazing cook— but it was something about Atsumu’s way of being both clumsy and extremely diligent, dorky and cocky, and funny and corny at the same time that started to make you think of him in other ways that wasn’t clouded in wrath.

He always challenged you, meeting your snarky remarks with equally sarcastic ones, innocently flirting with you in ways that you knew he only did to get under your skin, and grew into his looks a lot more once he started consistently playing volleyball.

His dialect got a bit stronger (especially cause he was a bit drunk at this exact moment), and his cheeks were flushed enough to make you want to see what they’d look like panting with sweat—

“Don’t ya’ go all goldfish now, this is serious!” The setter whined, his babyish persona making you roll your eyes and lean into Bokuto’s large chest in exasperation.

You almost missed the way his eyes raced towards your movement and back over to your face with a bit more of a furrow to his thick eyebrows— almost.

“C’mon Y/N! I really want you to come play this game with us!” Bo’s large voice boomed through the bass in his chest, your ears ringing and a smile just having to replace your frown because it’s Bokuto we’re talking about.

“Anyone gonna tell me about the game?” Your slightly tipsy voice questions as you adjust the bottom of your ever-rising dress and swing whatever was left in your solo cup to see if it did something, anything, to it’s remains.

“Oh it’s—”

“You’ll see, darlin’!”

You could hear it in Atsumu’s voice— something that wasn’t supposed to happen was definitely about to happen. And you knew you should probably turn around and demand Bokuto spills it since it isn’t in his nature to lie to anyone about such a thing, but the alcohol caused you to (almost) smirk in utter excitement.

At least, you were until you realized exactly what you were getting into when you walked over into the kitchen.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.” You stated factually, eyes blinking long and hard at the audacity of the silver haired ace and idiot setter. “There’s just no way.”

“Please Y/N! Pretty please!”

Suck and Blow. A cursed game that did nothing but give you traumatic experiences with traumatic people in the past for you. To say the least, it was like hell reincarnated into a single card that spread around a circle of people and gave you a grave amount of anxiety and embarrassment, no matter how nonchalant you were.

“I’m not getting mono just cause you guys need another player.” Your words slip through your lips faster than you could stop them. Sometimes you didn’t mean to be so mean, but when put in a predicament like this— it was nothing short of necessary.

“Just one round, it’s all we’re asking for!” Bokuto’s voice exclaimed, his hair deflating in just the slightest way that you knew you couldn’t ignore. Curse Atsumu and his knowledge of your weakness for the sweet boy.

You paused, not wanting to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing your mind was already made up the minute Bokuto started emoing out. You hated when they both teamed up like this, you really did. “I’m not standing next to that fucking weirdo that got his tonsils removed.”

You crinkle your nose at the thought, chugging down the leftover drink and tossing the empty cup onto the marble kitchen counter. Deep breaths, you thought, it’s just suck and blow.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you mumbled, “it’s suck and blow.”

“Wanna try either one of those on me later, princess?”

Atsumu’s voice was rough, the dialect mumbling into your ear in a way to where you could practically rip the stupid smirk off his (secretly blushing) face that was just a few centimeters away from yours. You knew you loved it, the attention the blond gave you that he never really did to other girls. And you ate it right up.

“You’re gonna end up eating both those words and something else tonight.” Your voice aired into his ear, a small nibble onto his earlobe being the finishing touch as you didn’t bother to watch his reaction.

Were you screaming internally? Yes. Was your face starting to grow hot from the two oral innuendos being thrown into the air? Absolutely. Were you going to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing it got to you though? Hell the fuck no.

At least, if you didn’t show it, then Atsumu definitely did. His red cheeks and widened eyes were a tell all, the bright brown irises uncontrollably zooming over your figure again and again in a way that would’ve made Osamu disgusted if he wasn’t off somewhere playing beer pong somewhere with Suna.

You walked closer towards the circle, Bokuto and you being separated by someone you knew to be in your Literature II class to your right, and Atsumu’s body not daring to let anything come between either of you. It took a lot of mental convincing that he only did it because he knew ‘Samu would have his head if he let anyone cop a feel during Suck and Blow. What other reason could there possibly be (other than the fact that the two of you wanted to do nothing more than ravage one another)?

“So everyone understands the rules right?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, not even realizing the round had started quicker than you anticipated. It started with a few people you could recognize by face, quickly reaching Atsumu and getting closer to you.

You had expected him to purposely fuck the entire game up, or at least had some hope that it would, and press his lips onto yours out of spite. It never came though, the feeling of the plastic card touching your lips and guiltily bringing a slight (almost non-existent) damper on your mood. Your mouth presses roughly onto the card, passing it over to the next person and watching as the card continues to travel though the circle past Bokuto.

“Surprised ya’ held onto it for that long.” Atsumu teases, his words once again close to your ears in a way that brought chills down your spine. You couldn’t tell where the surge of attraction for him came from, but it was almost surreal feeling it in action.

“What can I say?” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder to bring your lips over to him yet again. “I’m just really good at sucking.”

It wasn’t out of character for either of you to shoot harmless jokes towards each other. What was, though, was for you to throw back flirtatious remarks Atsumu threw at you with a blind eye. He wasn’t used to hearing you retaliate in a way that didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. And he’d be lying like a sinner if he said he didn’t love it.

The card reached over towards Atsumu again, your eyes closing in preparation for the plastic to touch your lips once again.

It never came though, and you were going to open your mouth to release a smart remark until you were met with the warmth of what you took to be the blond’s tongue. It was almost out of a movie, his arm wrapping around your neck so smoothly, you would’ve believed this was his plan all along. All around, people began to hoot and holler at the view in front of them, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hear them.

All you could think about was how annoying Atsumu was for trying to get all the attention on him during a very intense first round. Sure, it was extremely hot and he was a really good kisser (no really, he was, and by the way the two of you shoved and sucked onto the others tongue, it was very much mutual), but you weren’t going to go down in history like the girl who froze in time when the Atsumu Miya planted one right on her lips.

So with that, your hand softly trailed its way up his toned torso, to his chest, up into his hair only to pull him back by his soft locks and stare blankly (and embarrassingly) at him. “God, ‘Tsumu. Can you suck?”

Your voice was dry, raspily slipping through your lips as you tilted his head on your own command with your right hand. Before he could give you his own cocky retort, Bokuto’s loud hands clapped over the music.

“Okay you two, you know the rules!” He announces, grabbing the two of you with his hands (and shooting a very obvious, far from subtle wink to the setter next to you) and dragging you towards the pantry on the other side of him.

“Seven minutes!” Bokuto proudly yells, and not a single protest could slip from your freshly used lips before he slams the pantry door closed and cuts off all signs of light from the outside.

Now, drunken you (and horny you) would’ve been ecstatic about being locked in a fraternity pantry with a hot star athlete whose muscles almost popped out the sleeves of his t-shirt. The you at this exact moment though, was nearly shivering in anger and utter embarrassment.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn over towards the blond and feel the rest of your harsh words get stuck behind the tongue that nearly lolled out from your lips at the sight.

There stood Atsumu, a blush on his cheeks and nose, as well as a smirk that made your panties feel like a burden between your thighs. The chain resting on his neck brought a heartbeat to somewhere that wasn’t located on your chest, and before you knew it, you realized you really wanted to fuck Atsumu Miya right now.

And before you could take back your thoughts and ruin something that probably (definitely) shouldn’t start, you found your body moving on it’s own (and by the help of Atsumu’s now rough grip on your waist, as well as the fingers you had wrapped around his silver chain) to his warm frame and crashing your lips together with nothing else to say.

Experiencing it once took you off guard. This time though, it was almost as if fighting each other with your tongues was the only way for either of you to survive. His hands began to wander around you, a groan slipping through his throat into yours and swallowing up your rational thoughts completely because if there was anything in this world you wanted to do, it was to evoke that sound out of this man again.

“‘Tsumu.” You broke away, nothing but the sound of your pants for air surrounding the (now super tiny) pantry and Atsumu’s lips smacking across your jaw and over to your neck greedily.

“Keep sayin’ it darlin’.” He muttered into your neck, a whimper leaving your lips once he sunk his canine-like teeth into the soft skin between your shoulder blade and neck.

“I really want to,” which was true, “but I’d rather you hear me do it in your room.”

Everything stopped (or at least everything in the pantry), and you realized this excited him when something began to rub against your body that was much too close to be comfortable to Atsumu. There goes yet another reason for you to lose your panties.

You had an epiphany the moment Atsumu’s large frame nearly broke the pantry door down and practically carried you out the door.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the comments and loud boisterous noises being made by his friends as he dragged you through heaps of people and closer towards the stairs. You had a second to breathe, the sexual tension taking up so much of your mind that words were difficult to form in a perfectly strung sentence. At least, you couldn’t until you felt Atsumu’s strong arms grip onto the back of your knees and your back in a way that literally dropped you into his arms.

“Idiot, can I get a warning before you try flashing me to the entire house!” You frowned, your drunken anger subsiding the arousal and bringing you slightly back down to Earth. Atsumu only smirked down at you, nearly skipping steps up onto the emptier second floor of the house.

“Princesses should never have to walk up some stairs.”

You wanted to blush, you really did because since when did Atsumu Miya drop bombs like that on you? But the flash coming from two devices at the foot of the stairs brought your spinning head past his arms and making eye contact with none other than Suna Rintarō and Osamu Miya and you knew at this point you were too far gone. Giving them the middle finger, both your bodies disappeared up the stairs and into the third bedroom to the right, Atsumu’s bedroom.

The lights were already off, and you didn’t waste any time before slamming the large framed boy against his own door and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager huh?” He smirked between your lips, and you nearly moaned when his large hands dragged their way down to your ass and gave your cheek a rough smack followed by an equally tightly gripped squeeze. The motions spread your ass further apart, the sensation of cool air seeping between your legs and onto an area begging for attention.

“Shut the fuck up, please.”

Your words were harsh, but you paid it no mind as you used the arms rubbing his muscular torso to pull his white shirt over his head and kick your shoes off somewhere in the corner. Atsumu took this time to take off his jeans, a print you couldn’t even mentally measure haunting you in a way that only excited you for what’s about to come.

Atsumu knew deep in his heart that he tried his hardest to not rip your dress. He really did. He knew it cost you money, and he knew you probably really liked it enough to wear it to one of the last parties of the year. He, on the other hand, loved it too much to ever be able to physically see it on you again. So with that being said, the sound of fabric ripping and growing looser on your body brought a scowl to your panting face.

“You’re buying—”

“I’ll buy ya’ a thousand of these once we get rich, for now,” he interrupts, ripping the rest of the dress off and nearly foaming at his mouth from the sight of you with nothing on, “lemme drill ya’ into my mattress please.”

His words weren’t taken lightly, and an involuntary whine escaped your lips as you found yourself wrapping your legs against his bare waist. You both clashed your lips together once more as if you couldn’t find it within yourselves to separate, and if you had a chance, you wouldn’t stop.

Sure, Atsumu’s always been good at a lot of things. But kissing? Kissing might just take the cake. Before you could finish though, you feel his calloused hands slide it’s way up your bare chest and towards your neck with some grip. The hand choking you threw you against his extremely soft mattress, and you gasped in surprise at his rough actions. Almost instinctively, you scrambled to pull your panties off and leave you bare and uncaring against the white of his sheets practically dripping down onto them.

He couldn’t see you, but he could make out the glistening sweetness pooling between your thighs and the way your chest heaved up and down and Atsumu realized he’s successfully lived to tell the tale of what Heaven looks like in the flesh.

“Just fuck me please,” you said, the rasp in your voice bringing Atsumu’s attention over to your face twisted in nothing but arousal. He wanted to listen to you, he really did, but he also knew it wasn’t the right thing to do yet.

“I wanna, sweets, but ya’—”

You disregarded anything further, the heartbeat between your thighs only growing as you pulled his briefs down and exposed something you’d always thought about.

Now, you have been with your fair share of men, especially now that you’re in college. A lot of them were pretty average, a few all star players being more hung than others. Atsumu though, was unlike anyone or anything you’d ever seen. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drool a bit at the sight. It curved perfectly as it slapped harshly against his stomach. From its extensive girth, to its perfectly looking veins running up and blending into the swollen looking mushroomed tip you envisioned choking on— you finally concluded that literally everything was perfect on Atsumu Miya.

“Like whatcha’ see?” He smirks, using a hand on your neck again to push you into the mattress and press his bare skin into your own and drive you insane. You smiled condescendingly in response while your hand dragged its way between your bodies and directly onto his (overly) thick erection.

He was painfully hard, leaking with precum as a small whimper slipped through his throat and into your mouth.“You’re a noisy one, aren’t you?” You tease slyly.

Your words fell on deaf ears, an equally sarcastic response not being able to make its way out Atsumu’s mouth as you slipped him inside you in just one shove. Your body began to feel full already, half of him slipping through your velvety walls and bringing a vein to the blond’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shit as his mouth stood agape and you decided that fucking Atsumu Miya was enough for you to die in peace.

The rest of him slipped inside, agonizingly slow enough to make you whimper in his ear at the fullness inside you. You were pretty sure if you could, you could watch him bulge through your tummy.

The fullness left you even dizzier than the alcohol, hands grasping at his (impressively) muscular frame and biting your lip harshly. “‘Tsumu, too big.”

Your whimpers cried out, eyes hardly being able to stay open as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He did nothing but watch your face struggle to find itself yet again, legs already shaking at the slow pattern he hit with your squelching heat.

“Never felt a pussy this wet before,” he groaned, using an arm to grip onto your chin harshly and force you to face him. The room began to spin again, nothing but hazel brown iris shrinking you underneath his towering frame, “let me know when yer’ ready.”

Words tried but couldn’t fall out, nodding your head and releasing a loud moan when Atsumu backed all the way out and pounded his way back into you like nothing. The change in pace caused you to gasp loudly, sitting your torso up slightly and watching the way his dick disappeared in and out of you with more wetness stuck to it then before.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu.” Your voice dragged out, a loud moan escaping when he began to piston in and out of you at a rougher pace. His hands couldn’t leave your body, gripping your waist, your neck, and finally landing inside your mouth to pry it wide open with two thick fingers.

“Open up.” He demanded, your tongue lollying out per his orders without even a second guess.

It was like he was taunting you, your breasts moving up and down with each thrust you couldn’t think straight so you had no choice but to do what he said. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, he trailed his other hand down to the wetness trailing down your thigh creating all the noise in the world.

He collected it on his finger, sucking it loud enough to cover the thrusts filling your head and making you moan at the sight of him drinking you up like you were water in a dessert. With your mouth still open, moans couldn’t stop coming out from your lips: Atsumu’s eyes found yours, spitting a mixture of his saliva and your juices onto your tongue and releasing your tongue from his grip.

“Be a good girl fer’ me, baby.” He said, groaning at the end of some words from the sensation of being pulled back into you every time he backed out.

Your eyes rolled back, swallowing and letting him see everything was all gone.

“Your good girl, ‘Tsumu,” you whimpered out, the feeling of how quick he was bottoming in and out of you nearly giving you whiplash. Your hand that wasn’t gripping onto his arm, found it’s way over to his hand and gestured it weakly across your face. You wanted him to smack you, and by the way he started smirking with pleasure, you knew he wanted to smack you too.

“That’s right princess,” he moaned, taking his hand from your grasp and roughly smacking it across your face. The sensation brought goosebumps to your skin, twitching underneath him and starting to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach you were all too familiar with.

The overstimulation became too much, your fingers making their way down from his overbearing frame to your pulsating clitoris begging for a fraction of attention. You were reaching an edge you were unfamiliar with, so much stimulation causing jolts to run through your body enough to practically make you see stars. From the groans slipping out his lips, to the way he manhandled your pussy to where the sounds were heard above the music— Atsumu Miya had successfully ruined everyone else for you. He had done the impossible.

“I’m gonna—” your words hesitated, the rest not even being able to come out because Atsumu’s hand slipped its way over to your neck and held you with a practically coma-inducing strength.

The stars once clouding your vision came once again, and it almost felt as if you had slipped into an all white dystopia of pure and utter pleasure. Cumming was out the question, you were orgasming longer than you could even believe was possible. Your entire body convulsed around him, gripping so tight it almost hurt if it wasn’t for how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drool slipping out from the tip of your tongue and Atsumu himself realized you had ruined everyone else for him if it meant he’d be able to see that face whenever he had sex.

You were hypnotic, the sensation of your throbbing pussy clenching him in and out enough to drive the man insane.

“Fuck, fuck.” he barely strung together, veins throbbing through his neck and bringing you back to a state of consciousness.

“Harder, please daddy.”

That was the last straw for Atsumu Miya. He could no longer hold in the inevitable— you had made his toes curl at that point.

As quick as you said the words, his body pounded into you, your arms wrapping around his body and bringing his lips to yours. Your lips sloppy smacked against each other, tongues clashing and teeth gnawing at one another as he found himself shaking within you. His cum gushed through your hole, seeping out as gripped onto your neck just as tight as he did before.

“Y/N, fuck please, please.” He begged into your mouth, cumming for the longest Atsumu believes he’s ever came.

With deep (and struggling) breaths for air, Atsumu collapsed on top of you with nothing but an ‘oof’ to show his apologizes. His cock was still within you, only slightly softening and finding its home within your white painted walls. Nothing but your pants for air and the loud bass of music covered your ears, and you slowly found yourself ascending back down to earth from your inhumane high.

“That was…” you rasped out, voice nearly incoherent if Atsumu’s ear hadn’t already been pressed between your neck and the feathery pillow below you.

“You can’t fuck anyone else.” He muttered, words being lost between the sweat on your shoulders and the heart bear ringing in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering where the suddenness came from (even though he literally just came in you and you mentally decided you were inlove with him). “And why not?”

“‘Cause ya’ can’t just go around givin’ me competition.”

Atsumu’s voice was near a whine, cracking at the end of every syllable and bringing a small faint blush to your cheeks (you were sure you couldn’t see it, but you were also sure it was there).

“Is this you saying you wanna’ be the only one to do that, ‘Tsumu?” Your voice was light, still nearly lost but ringing with a warm tease soft enough to bring a certain unmissed redness to the tip of his ears.

“Shut yer’ trap.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

SDV Leah Headcanons!!

Imo Leah’s one of the most overlooked sdv characters ever, and I haven’t been giving her enough love either! So, here’s a list of Leah headcanons to show her wonderful personality

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Definitely an eldest daughter. She has at least three younger siblings that she helped care for, giving her mom energy since way back when

it’s part of the reason why she wanted to rebel and do something impulsive to escape the suburban life that awaited her

cannot tell a lie to save her life. She always ends up laughing and her ears turn bright red, giving her away almost immediately

it’s also the reason why she can’t get away with saying she understands what Elliott’s saying when she reads through his stuff

Amazing cook! Give her literally anything and she’ll find a way to craft it into a delicious meal

But the worst texter. She’ll will read your text and forget to reply for weeks on end. It’s best to just call her

Leah also has the messiest handwriting ever. Almost worse than Harvey’s doctor’s writing. It’s not that she doesn’t try, it’s just that she has a thousand ideas bouncing all at once and she doesn’t have the time to write it out properly

Will teach you how to flower press

Something Leah will never admit to is that she reads those steamy paperback adult novels, y’know the ones. It started of completely ironically but now they’re a guilty pleasure

Definitely talks to trees and plants! Casually saying hello to them, commenting on how much they’ve grown, etc

She also knows a lot of medical facts. If you ever get hurt in the forest and bump into her when Harvey’s not around, you’re all set. She can make her own herbal ointments, dress a wound, create a sling, and so much more

Also, she has amazing skin. This woman hydrates every single day and it show

Leah has a habit of oversharing, especially when she’s drunk. Give her a few bottles of wine and you’ll know her entire life story and then some by the end of the night

Can climb up a tree in the blink of an eye. Sometimes she hides up there to do her sketching, or simply take a nap

Leah’s incredibly patient too, and she’s a really good listener. Like Haley, she notices the things that most people don’t usually pick up on, so if you’re feeling down she’s usually the first to notice

She also amazing intuition. If she tells you she’s got a bad feeling about someone or something just because, listen

Very spontaneous! The perfect person to go on an unplanned night drive to nowhere with

Curses like a sailor. She’d probably try to censor herself at first, but the more you get to know her, the less she’ll stop trying

Despite being nervous about displaying her own work, she is an amazing hype woman!! Will plummel you with the love and support needed for you to do something!!

Leah also has a really sweet singing voice. She doesn’t usually sing out loud, but when taking walks in the woods or doing little sketches alone, she sometimes sings under her breath and it’s so very soothing

despite that, she cannot dance to save her life. Leah dances just like a dad, but don’t think that’ll stop her

Knows a bunch of old stories and folklore

Like Emily, she’s also a vegetarian

Incredibly competitive. She’s had a history of making a competition out if things that aren’t usually supposed to be

Despite being super kind and down to earth, there’s an intimidating nature to Leah. Maybe it’s her height or the muscles that come from working with wood all day, but it’s super helpful whenever she needs to stand up for someone being picked on

She always has the distinct smell of firewood and ash to her

Leah has super warm and rough hands that are callused through years of sculpting, and always somehow covered in paint

Despite not liking sugar or sweets, she’s also an amazing baker. Her ginger molasses cookies are to die for

Leah’s cottage is filled with small marks of her presence—a mini forest sculpted on the edge of her fireplace, blotches of dried paint on the kitchen counter, a small mural framing the edges of the window, and so many others. They’re like little Easter eggs you keep finding every time you visit, and it makes the entire place feel a little more like home

Leah also laughs really easily!! She has a bright laugh, one that could be heard from a mile away

Has a collection of the dorkiest Christmas sweaters ever. She keeps them all in a special box and wins almost every ugly sweater contest ever, even when there’s no contest

Emily compliments her on it every Winter’s Star

She has a habit of absentmindedly flirting with people, whether it be friend, lover, or stranger. She usually never means anything by it, it just happens before she can catch herself

Leah can pull off the goofiest faces ever! It’s super helpful for practicing art expressions using the mirror, but also for making a friend laugh whenever they’re feeling down

Will absentmindedly draw cute doodles and beautiful swirls on your arm if you let her

She also probably gets least easily flustered out of all the bachelorettes. You flirt with her, and she’ll flirt with you right back until one of you back down

Like Ursula from Kiki’s Delivery Service, sometimes Leah climbs up to the roof of her cottage to do some artwork. Although she’s usually always careful climbing back down, there was a time when she slipped and fell, earning her a scar that goes from from her ankle to her mid calf

Although Leah doesn’t regret moving from the city, there moments when she’s kept up at night wondering about the people she’d hurt in the process

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MHA MEN + DICK PRINTS

—nsfw + f! reader + various characters + dick prints + hand jobs + lap sitting + more

feat. deku, kirishima, shinso, aizawa, hawks, dabi, and shigaraki. 

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deku can’t resist playing with you when he realizes how much you want his cock. having caught you staring one too many times, he tugs you into his lap eagerly and holds you close, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips, a whisper away from a kiss. he asks you what you need, want to hear you say every dirty detail until you’re squirming, shy and undone while sitting atop his thighs. 

his kiss is fervent, a fevered prayer as his hands guide your body in his direction. he holds your hips in place nudging your legs open a little further with his knees until he can grind against you, feeling your warm cunt through your panties, already slick against his cock. he chastises you for being such a silly girl; would you have let just any man toy with you like this? don’t you know whose cunt this is?

he’s rough on your clit, finding it quickly and attacking it with practiced fingers, proud at how quickly you’re reduced to little more than a slick, precious mess. he is unforgiving, cruel to your sensitive cunt, but he treats the rest of your body with care, as if you were a doll, holding you close and cooing honeyed words into your ear between each kiss and nibble down your neck, contradictory to each slap of his hips against your parted, trembling thighs.

“that’s my girl… tell me how you want it. you know how to ask, don’t you?”

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The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.

commission for: @kattsamu, @chaotickatts thank you SO MUCH for being so patient with me my love, it means the world.

this is a commission, body type described, skin color also mentioned.

hard dom! sakusa + daddy! sakusa + impact play + praise + pet names + impact play + oral fixation + creampie + f! reader

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he loves you. sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you when he reaches out to you past the first couple of dates, swallowing down the shake of anxiety with the thought of you possibly saying no, but you never do.

he knows he loves you when he finds comfort in the way he wraps thick arms around the warmth of your body, even on days where the distaste for any contact weighs heavy- he finds his way to you, wanting to bury a masked face to your neck right after practice, knowing you’re there with open arms. 

even past the fabled honeymoon phase- sakusa kiyoomi is still irrevocably in love with you.

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"Sometimes I wonder if, when you look at me, you wish you were seeing her."

"I see you, Pidge. And you're exactly who I want to see."

Y/n: Let me love you.

Shane: It's rotten work.

Y/n, kissing his forehead: Not for me, it isn't.