#bihh

[tryptamine-queen]

[wack-ashimself]

Being human is hard. #bhih

[glam-bae]

[bleach-your-panties]

New Post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Highly Suggestive/Light Smut🍭🍡

▶️sugar - trick daddy ft. ludacris & cee lo green

▶️sugar - maroon 5

"Okay, I've made out the list of ingredients that I'm gonna need for our almost life-sized gingerbread replica of UA Alliance!"

Sato announced happily, holding up a piece of perforated notebook paper, likely ripped from his class notebook.

"So who's going to help me pick up the ingredients?!" 

Crickets.

A collective silence fell over all the members of Class 3A as they paused their random activities to peer up at their cheerful, robust classmate.

You, who was lounging on the couch with Mina's head in your lap as you twisted her hair, perked up at the sound of his sweet voice.

None of your other classmates had even uttered one sentence, not even in acknowledgement of Sato's words, and it made your heart clench.

Sucking your teeth, you tapped Mina on the shoulder so she could get up.

"So all of you enjoy eating 'Kido's treats but don't want to assist with the process, huh? Figures." You rolled your eyes at them then shot Sato a sweet smile.

"I'll come with you Riki', just let me grab my coat."

His eyes crinkled in happiness as he made little excited fists, incidentally crumpling up the paper in his hands. 

He blushed once he realized his overexcited action and began straightening the paper out again.

"Thanks, Y/N! You're really the best!"

"So I've been told." You smirked as you grabbed your coat off the rack near the front door and replaced your slippers with your snow boots.

—-

Dutifully, you pushed the cart along while Rikido gathered the ingredients that you would need to create the oversized confection.

“Let me see…we've got liquid egg whites, cinnamon, butter, corn syrup, vanilla extract, ground ginger - huh,” 

He stopped walking suddenly as he talked out loud and you almost ran into his heels with the cart.

Rikido then turned to you with a bashful smile that warmed your heart.

“I can't help but think that we've missed something really important!” 

You giggled a bit and stopped the cart in the middle of the baking aisle.

E/c eyes examined shelves packed with holiday-themed baking products before you had your ‘aha’ moment.

“Our house won't have much of a foundation if we forget the main ingredients - flour and baking soda.” You gave Sato a wide, toothy grin.

Taking your foot off the cart, you bent down to begin searching through the shelves for said ingredients. A shaky intake of breath behind you missed your ears while you focused on the task at hand.

Upon spotting a ten-pound bag of flour, you began reaching for it when Sato halts you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh no, Y/N, that looks kind of heavy! Let me help you!”

The burly brunette squatted down to your level and maneuvered the bag of flour so the majority of the weight of it rested in the crook of his arm. 

Your eyes trailed from the white bag and up the arm of your very buff classmate. They then moved over his face, which was slightly tinted pink.

Sato snapped back to reality and lifted the bag to place it in the half-full cart. You didn't miss how his movements made the fabric of his gray sweatshirt pull taut on his muscular back.

“That's that then. A few more things and we can head to the checkout.”

Sato reminded you of what you were here for. You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“Right, let's hurry back before the snow picks up!”

—-

It had been hours now since Sato and you had left the grocery store.

Both of you worked tirelessly in the dorm kitchen, rolling out brown cinnamon-scented dough and then baking it.

Sato was whipping up the royal icing now while you sorted sugary gumdrops into pretty patterns. 

Once the baking had concluded, you carried the garnishments up to his room while Sato carried the gingerbread slabs to begin assembling your UA Alliance copy.

—-

The small space heater against Sato’s wall hummed quietly while the two of you worked. A pleasant silence blanketed the room while you both exchanged furtive glances that neither of you thought the other noticed.

“Hey, Y/N, pass me the icing so I can start assembling the roof?” 

A few moments passed before your head snapped around in his direction. 

“W-what? Oh! Sorry, Riki, I was zoning out.” 

Your sweaty hand held a loose grip on the bowl, the dexterity steadily loosening as you stumbled over towards where Rikido was seated at the edge of his bed.

And then your foot slid on a random sock lying in the middle of the floor-

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you alright?!’

Rikido caught you around the waist in his strong arms. You had been saved from making a complete fool of yourself, but the bowl of icing…

With feline reflexes, he managed to grab it up with one hand while still holding you with the other. A bit of the sweet, white icing splashed onto his lower lip.

“That was close, what a mess that would have-”

With your breath heavy in your chest and your heart hammering against it, you looked Rikido in the eyes before moving them to his soft, pillowy lips.

“Y/N…?”

Maneuvering up onto your knees to straddle his waist, you cupped both cheeks and moved your mouth over the small, golden hoop dangling from his ear.

“Can I kiss you, Riki?”

His heart thumped wildly in his ears and he opened his mouth to speak when you took your pinky finger and swiped the bit of icing onto the tip.

You stuck your finger in his mouth and his eyes dilated while you dragged your finger over his tongue.

With a quiet ‘plop’ you pulled it out, his mouth chasing after it in order to gather more of your taste.

“Oh…damn..” Rikido looked at you with a dark veil over his usually bright and friendly brown eyes.

He sat up on his elbows, shifting you along with him and making your clothed cunt rub along his muscled thigh in your thin gray leggings.

“Mmm, Riki…I want you so badly…been wanting you all day…”

His eyebrows shot up as he turned to study your face. “R-really?! Me? But, why me?” 

Your heart grew two sizes in your chest at his adorable bashfulness. 

“What do you mean? Why not you?” Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, making him sigh.

“I just thought maybe you’d like someone…cooler…and with a better quirk. Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima….Midoriya…” He blushed.

H/c locks flew back and forth as you shook your head insistently. 

“No, Riki. Those guys are all great, but…I doubt that they’re as sweet as you.”

Sato chuckled at your corny joke with his cheeks still aflame.

With a few bucks and rolls of his hips, he had you quietly groaning his name before you smashed your lips against his.

The gingerbread house sat forgotten on its makeshift pedestal while the two of you furiously made out and dry-humped.

Sato pulled his sweatshirt over his thick brown hair and let you roll your pussy over his abs and the waistband of his boxers.

“Who knew my quiet little classmate was so dirty?” He whispered in your ear and licked the shell.

You giggled then pressed your lips into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, making him gasp.

“If anything, you'll come to know that I'm anything but quiet.” You winked, hoping he’d get your hint. He did.

“S-shit…” 

Thick but gentle fingers ghosted over your hip bones, rubbing small circles into them before sliding under your sweater and tank top to reach warm, bare skin.

Once again your mouths collided, chasing each others’ tongues down in a messy, wet battle.

You sucked Rikido’s bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on it while his tongue massaged the roof of your mouth, sliding against yours every now and again.

“Fuck, babe…I-”

Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to go farther, you both heard a ‘click’ and Sato’s room door flew open.

“Hey, everyone nominated me to come and check how things were coming along- oh ho ho! What's this? See, I knew something was going on here.”

None other than Denki Kaminari was standing in the doorway with an irritatingly smug smirk on his stupid face.

With a squeak, you clambered to Rikido’s side on the bed while the brunette male sat up and pulled his white tee down.

“Kaminari, have you ever heard of knocking?” Sato griped.

Denki's grin just widened.

“Would the scenery have changed if I did knock? I doubt it. I always knew you two liked each other.” 

“Oh yeah and how did you know that Denki?” You asked him while trying to focus on getting your face to return to a normal temperature.

“Pfft, why do you think no one else volunteered to go to the store? We planned that so the two of you could finally get together. My skills of perception are unmatched.”

“Well use your perception and get the hell out so we can finish the gingerbread house.” 

“Finish the house or finish tongue and dry fucking?” 

“GET OUT DENKI!!” Both you and Sato shouted simultaneously.

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[imthatpowerful]

i’m going to listen to some songs then put the phone down and enter the void and skidaddle from this reality 😭🙏

[anghexescu]

@blankticket

'I'm...." Klaus exhales a sigh, "Relieved that Miss Corvus put a stop to the bounty." Should he say that? Is it okay for him to say something like that when he didn't obey? WHEN he shoved his own sword through a man who was only protecting?

"But I wanted to apologize. To you and to Wolfwood. I don't want to admit it, but I'm afraid I wasn't 100% myself."

[media-dump]

lemmegetawhoppermarques || tiktok

[caiiine]

Hi , yes , I keep an unhealthy amount of Horatio's photo . Don't ask .

[nekofantasia]

Favourite corporate thing: my boss telling "this is not me scolding" and then proceeds to scold.

[ask-otoya-eita]

One of these days my mod is accidentally gonna post her thirsty ahh thoughts on my blog

Smh Im telling yall she's worse than me

[phoenixdoesartstuff]

gay

[kermitheefrog]

maybe this is like a weird n pessimistic thing but one of my wise friends said to me before that there are like four loves in life we constantly struggle to keep in balance to be happy - friends, work, family n ur romantic slash sex life. and it's very rare if not nearly impossible have all four at once so like if one or more of them is going poorly atm.. the others are simply going on the up that's how the scale werks :-) so that's like what i like to think about if one of these factors starts to go wrong to prevent spirallinggg

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

Aaaand the third "love interest" for LMN, Lara (or Larunda, still haven't decided if Lara's her name or nickname), the long-gone-childhood-friend-turned-pizza-delivery-guy! Oh what a happy(?) reunion! She's one of those silly chatterboxes that just won't quit once they get going.

[hcneycrxsp]

While Clive learns to ride his back Pandora is riding her convertible toy car

[billysgirllol]

lucy gray really thought she was happy again these days, since she had been holding a grudge towards billy the day she left that hotel once the roads were finally clear after being stuck with him in a snowstorm– all the way until recently. when she found river, a familiar but unfamiliar face. up until he came to distract her mind and heart forever holding on to billy bonney, someone who changed, and quit listening to her. who decided he was right and easily gave up on her, essentially abandoned her again when he made no effort to understand why he makes her feel so bad. being around river especially made her grow fond of him when she realized... he did listen. he made her feel like she was being seen and heard, unlike the entirety of the issue with billy. he didn't make her feel like she was crazy, when moments stirred similar to arguments with billy but instead he turned them around with jokes and laughs and 'come on, north carolina. tell me what's wrong? i'm all ears, all nostrils, all toenails.'

it was impossible to have any room for any flared anger when he said things like that. she lost all anger, laughed and then easily fell into an explanation of why she was upset because he wanted to listen and they'd sit out on the swings in her yard until dark talking about it. admitting their flaws to each other and owning up to them. he was smart about horses, loved hearing her sing, loved the farm as much as she did...all of it made her heart on fire again while subconsciously ignoring the bad parts to him. just like the hard laughter sounding from her now as they're playing by the lake, squeaking and clawing at his big arms enveloped around her. her short legs lifted off the ground, kicking them in the air, "oh, come on, lucy bird. if you think i won't toss your lil butt right in that water, y'got another thing comin'." river playfully threatens, "i ain't DOUBTIN' you. but i still am firm on my word. i'm the better singer." she's playfully teasing, laughing like there was no tomorrow after they got in this big jokingly debate how he's a terrible singer after she started singing teardrops on my guitar by t.aylor s.wift out of boredom on their walk here from joe's birthday party and he chimed in, purposely like a dying cat.

she loved how small things like that could turn into these funny arguments. laughing because it was the first time she felt happy in years as he picked up his cowboy hat that she knocked off his head purposely, he bent down momentarily while still hanging on to her to pick it up then locked his grip on her again before placing his hat on top of her had. laughing because billy bonney was miles and miles away like he always had been, every year, so devastatingly on his little brother's birthday and all the other important days– so it wasn't like there was any reason in mind to restrain her happiness and a need to keep quiet. the first part of her life was with billy, but the next chapter was with river. she finally had came to terms with it as she grinned and proudly kept his hat on while still giggling and trying to get away. "i'm the better singer," she played, "and i'm just as much from tennessee as YOU are. i was just born in north carolina, how many times do i have to tell you that darlin'?" she brings it up because she knows he's always up for the state debate. "oh, no. you're definitely not..." and there he goes, hilariously like she predicted, "you're north carolina for a reason, north carolina. cause you're a traitor and decided to be born there." the blond teased her, always persistent in playfully aggravating her about this since the second he found out she wasn't technically born a tennessean and he knew lucy gray actually loved it every time.

healing from the virginia trip, as he now refers to it, as though it was some sort of tragic, historical event, proves to be a painfully slow and difficult process for billy. he doesn’t want to agree that time heals all wounds because it seems that there will always be a lucy-gray-shaped crater in the place where his heart used to be. however, as the days go by, the snow melts and the grass becomes green again, he stumbles upon the realization that closure won’t come from analyzing the past. all he can do right now is learn how to accept the fact that sometimes even the most meaningful relationships don’t work out. he tells himself that they became buddies because they both needed someone to lean on at the time, remained friends out of convenience and habit even as they began to drift apart in high school, tried to give love a chance but… maybe they were never meant to be. maybe she just needed someone to give her that sense of security that she never had as a little girl. a man who’d take care of her. maybe they were the definition of right person, wrong time? not that any of it matters now…

instead of falling back on alcohol, cigarettes and parties with girls to get him through this life without lucy gray, billy focuses on the only thing that he’s still got left and can control — his acting career. he’s always been an ambitious person and so he throws himself into work, relying on routine and structure to keep himself from losing what little sanity he’s still got left. it pays off in the end. and gradually, he even begins to come out of his shell and open up to his flatmate, charlie, and charlie’s girlfriend, manuela, sharing bits of his heartache and finding comfort in their support, and the virginia trip becomes a distant memory. lucy gray still haunts him from time to time, of course — she’s almost everywhere he turns. but he’s come to accept the fact that the ghost of her will always be a part of his life. what he can do is distance himself from everything that he felt when he was with her, the vulnerability and pure, unbridled love, the instability and unpredictability and excitement of it all. he flips his life upside down and becomes a new man. (or so he tells himself)

by the time it’s been five years since billy last saw lucy gray, he finally feels like he’s got his life all figured out — he graduated from juilliard, landed his first serious role in a TV show, rebel of the west, bought an apartment in manhattan, and gained that stability that he’d never had as a child. the only regret that he has is that he hasn’t really stayed in touch with his younger brother over the years, but there’s no way that he’s missing his 16th birthday. even though he wasn’t there for his 15th or 14th or 13th birthday and didn’t see a problem with that at the time. he wants to reconcile with joe and back to tennessee for the weekend, buys him a splendid gift but… joe doesn’t really wait for him with open arms. he slips out of the barn, in which the party’s raging on, to breathe some fresh air, his heart feeling oddly heavy… and doubts anyone will notice his absence, or care for it. 

[lilflowerbed]

every girl in college got a plushie on her backpack and I support it