#it's more of an impassioned ramble but musing works better for a tag i think!

[shock-micro]

i was thinking about the stars this morning... well... i'm certainly thinking about them a lot more now! shoutouts to stars!

btw you've might noticed me saying stars instead of lord or god recently... well, i've decided to adopt that mannerism? because i don't really?? follow?? the christian god?? and so the stars feel a lot more meaningful to invoke??

essentially, i've resolved myself to putting in the effort to change, recently. i'd already set in motion going to college, so why not try and put the best version of myself out there? i wanna be a person who can reliably do things herself, take care of itself, and above all, help others, regardless of what it takes.

i've thought a lot about change, in the past years. the idea of everything always changing, nothing being everlasting... the concept first resonated with me after i had come up with a theory about a game, which i then applied to the lore and gameplay of my own game concept. it's funny, but it's when i first really thought about it...

it wasn't until i played in stars and time when i realized how important that concept really was to me. seeing it reflected in everything about the game's environment... it made me think.

the idea of cycles has kinda bounced around my head a lot, too. zelda, one of the first game series i knew of, is built around a cycle of reincarnation. one of the best entries is even a time loop story! and history always taught about different religions, about the cycle of reincarnation and how it's interpreted differently...

but i didn't really think about that all too much until i played rain world. seeing such a profound story centered around the concept, a whole world trapped in a cycle... well, it made me think!

because isn't everything a cycle? isn't everything constantly changing within it? think about it. the water cycle, raining, collecting, and evaporating back to the sky to rain down again. life, growing, reproducing, dying, and becoming nutrients for new things to grow. it's all constantly changing, yet in complete equilibrium, a cycle.

it's beautiful, isn't it? our seasons, the rain, the emotions we feel, life itself, they're all in flux, all ever changing, every moment fleeting, and we live it! we get to experience it all! and we get to lock it all in our memories, write it down, pass down our stories across generations, lay them bare for all to see!

and i don't think anything exemplifies my point better than the stars. the stars, which are constantly shifting in the plane of the universe, growing, fusing, casting their life-giving rays for all to see, and eventually dying in a fiery passion, reduced to stardust, ready to be used as fuel for the creation of another star.

a perfect cycle, at a scale of time and space nigh-incomprehensible to us. yet, we're able to know it all, thanks to the vastness of our universe. the cycle of something which used to be held in religious reverence, something which gives us life, the ashes of which give us form, is now within our knowledge.

...i think it's about time we treat them with a bit of respect again.

[aizawaorkuroo]

Can I get sum jealous Enji Todoroki smut? I require the fire manz

wicked

Ship: Todoroki Enji x reader

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Enji gets jealous easily, and when you push him, the rewards outweigh the risk.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Spanking, Size Kink, Thigh Riding,

AN: no beta we die like men tgersfw but Mr. Endeavor is a large man and that is my weakness 😔😔 and this features a pre-established relationship lmao, but i’ll be tagging endeavor things as “endeavor content”

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Enji Todoroki is not the same man he was before. He’s trying to change, trying to atone. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness, and he’s trying to change. But that does not mean he is soft. You cause him to slip up, making him violent and possessive in his affections. He never acts on it, demonstrating an iron will. But right now...it’s not his fault.

Hawks had always been a menace. Enji has known that since the first day he meant him. But right now? Seeing Hawks blatantly flirt while you’re trying to work? It makes him boil. His blood bubbles and a storm brews in his chest. His eyes narrow at your back, and he crosses his arms, watching you.

And you’re not stupid. You know Hawks is flirting with you, leaving you stuttering and tripping over your words as you try to get the paperwork sorted. It means nothing, but the sheer force of his attention leaves you reeling. Something burns into the back of your neck, making your spine shiver. You turn away from Hawks, eyes locking onto Endeavour. His face is impassable, a solid wall that refuses to lower.

He blinks down at the two of you, before turning around sharply, walking around the corner. You turn back to Hawks, trying to ignore the lazy, knowing grin sprawled out on his face.

“I’ll see you later,” he teases before wandering outside and soaring into the sky. You mutter a pointless goodbye before turning to where Endeavour just stalked off too. Rising on shaking legs, you smooth your skirt trying to prepare yourself for what lies ahead.

When you turn around the corner, you run right into a solid surface. Your hands shoot upward and brace yourself on Endeavour's chest. Large, warm hands wrap around your waist, keeping you from stumbling. You glance up, stomach flipping as he blankly stares down at you. His heart beats steadily underneath your fingertips, a constant reminder of the fire within him.

“Y/N. My office. Now.” His voice is strong and even, leaving no room for discussion. You swallow past the lump in your throat, nodding at his words. Endeavor pulls away from you rapidly and walks away without giving you another glance. You exhale a shaky breath and trail after the tall hero, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you.

Endeavor holds his office door open for you, his large frame taking up most of the space. You squeeze by him, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of his body. The door slams shut, making you flinch. Warm, orange light streams through the windows, lighting up his eyes as he sits down at his desk. You squirm uncomfortably under his clouded gaze.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he rumbles. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shake your head. One of his brows shoots upward.

“Try again.” His eyes are bright as his gaze trails over your face.

“No, sir.” A predatory smirk pulls at his lips, making you shiver.

“You are here because of your shameless flirting.” Your eyes widen, sputtering as you attempt to argue your innocence. He holds his hand up, stopping your rambling. He rises to his feet, traversing the distance between you in seconds. He’s close now, the warmth from his body invading your senses.

Your head tilts down, trying to avoid his gaze. Butterflies erratically dance around your stomach at the thought of what’s going to happen next.

“You’re an office manager,” he sneers. “You’re my office manager.” A large hand grasps your chin, tilting your face back, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your thighs squeeze together, and Endeavour’s predatory grin deepens. Oh. So this is the game. He releases your chin, letting his large hands trail down the sides of your body before landing your hips. His grip tightens, and he pulls you forward, pressing his body against yours.

Endeavor’s hips grind into you, and your eyelids flutter when you feel his hard erection against you. His hands reach around to squeeze your ass, prompting a small moan to leave you. His eyes darken before he ducks down, his mouth molding to your own. You weave your fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. His hips buck into you, and you moan against him.

A large, warm hand slips under your skirt, and he cups your clothed pussy. A sharp grin forms against you as Enji feels how damp your underwear is. He pulls away from your lips, humming in satisfaction.

“Who got you this wet?” he mutters into your ear. Your hips cant against his hand, and your stomach flips.

“Hawks,” you moan out, watching as Enji’s face grows red, his eyes gleaming in anger. He rips his hand away from you, lip curling in disgust. A large hand grabs your wrist, and he drags you to his chair, forcing you across his knees as he sits. He flips your skirt up again, exposing your ass. You wiggle against him excitedly, making a note of his hard cock poking into you.

“I was gonna fuck you nicely, but you need to punished.” You shiver at his words, excitement and lust bubbling in your stomach.

A sharp smack resounds in the air as he brings his hand down against your ass. You whine at the pain, letting your head dip down.

“How long did you talk to him?” he asks coolly. You bite your bottom lip, squirming as he pulls down your underwear.

His hand strikes your ass again, and you moan, feeling your pussy clench.

“Maybe three minutes,” you mumble. He makes an appreciative noise as your answer. His hand rubs your ass soothingly, and you sigh at the small amount of relief you feel.

“Then a spank for each minute. So one more. Sound fair?” you nod against his leg, bracing yourself. His large hand slaps your skin one last time, making you yelp. He only spanked you three times, but his hands are large, and warm, burning just as hot as the rest of him.

His fingers trail down your slit from behind, making you moan. They swipe at the wetness that’s beginning to pool between you, making your hips jolt. He hums appreciatively, before reaching to swipe at your clit.

“Enji,” you moan. He chuckles, the vibrations shaking your body.

“I’m going to ask you again, who got you this wet?” You twist to face him, a cruel smile growing on your lips.

“Hawks!”

His brows dip in anger, and he snarls, yanking you upright against him. Your legs slot around his large, muscular thigh. Enji’s hands clutch your waist, and his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. When he pulls away, there’s something dark and deep in his eyes, and it makes your pussy flutter.

“I was gonna make you cum, but now you have to work for it.” He flexes his thigh, jostling it under you. You whine, hips rocking forward against him. His hands squeeze your waist before punching your skirt up around your waist, giving him a better view of you grinding against him.

He tugs at your shirt next, forcing it off of your body. He yanks your bra to the side, and his hands grope at your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

You moan wantonly against him, letting your hips rut faster against him. He laughs loudly at your pathetic whines and pants.

“So fucking desperate to cum, huh?” His voice drops down, something sinister lying in wait for its prey. You nod, mewling against him, trying to urge your hips to rock faster. “Look at that huh? Making a mess on my thigh.” Your cunt clenches, and your nails claw at his skin through his costume.

His thigh flexes again, and he bounces it up into you, making you squirm. Enji’s hands slip back down to your hips, prompting you to move faster.

He’s hot under you, burning fast and bright. You whine and tug at his costume, craving the feeling of his skin. A humorless laugh crawls through his chest, and he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Now, tell me who got you this wet?” You smirk, and you’re about to push him further, but his hands force you to stop moving, leaving your mind frustrated and blank.

“And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t lie to me this time, or else this will stop altogether.” You widen your eyes, mouth forming a surprised ‘o.’ He smirks down at you, making you flush. You brace your hands on his chest, leaning forward to rest your head on him.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, who got you this wet?”

“You, Enji,” you whimper against him. His thick arms circle your waist, and he bends down to nuzzle your hair. He hums in approval, gently rocking his thigh again.

“Was that so hard?” he murmurs into your hair. You shake your head, enjoying the warmth that surrounds you and the tightening coil in your core. He abruptly stands up, pushing you off his lap and onto his desk. You furrow your brows, frustrated at the loss of friction. He tuts lightly at you as he tugs his costume off.

“Don’t be upset. I want you to cum around my cock.” You flush at his words, letting your head flop onto the desk. You shut your eyes, trying to regain control of your breathing.

Something burning nudges at your slit, and you gasp. You prop yourself up, watching as Enji rubs his cock along the lips of your pussy.

“I’ve got you dripping,” he muses. You shift your hips, trying to get closer. His hands grip your hips, stilling your pathetic squirming. Your head twists to the side, eyes closing as his cock head bumps against your clit. His hands tighten as he slides against you.

“Quit messing around,” you murmur before biting your lip in frustration.

“I won’t fuck you until you look at me,” he growls. Forcing your eyes open, your face screws up in focus as you turn to face him. He smiles cruelly at you, letting his cock rut against your clit.

“You ready?” His eyes are focused on your leaking pussy, licking his lips as you nod eagerly. His cock slowly pushes in, spreading you wide.

Enji’s a large man, larger than most, thick with rippling muscle and hulking mass. It’s times like these when you’re reminded of it, when his cock is pushing into you, splitting your pussy. He groans loudly bending down, letting his body rub against yours. You preen at the skin to skin contact, wrapping your arms around his burning skin as he starts to thrust into you.

Enji peppers the side of your neck with hot kisses, and you moan loudly, your cunt clenching tightly around his large cock. His hands trail up and down the sides of your body, squeezing the flesh he finds.

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades before you claw down his back. Your hips buck up in an attempt to meet his deep thrusts. Enji sucks possessive marks into your neck, a loud proclamation of your relationship. You’re his. The thoughts loops in his mind, mine, mine mine.

His hand forces its way in between your thighs, and his large thumb brushes against your clit, making your pussy convulse. He groans at the sudden tightening and moves his thumb in faster, concrete circles. Your fingers dig harshly into him, and cry crawls out of your throat. He chuckles, and it resounds throughout your body.

The ghosts of an orgasm solidify into something stronger, something definite. It’s white-hot and heavy within you, burning you as it grows into something unyielding. Your cunt clenches again, and you wrap your thighs around his waist, trying to draw him closer. Enji maintains the pace of his thrusts but increases the force on your clit. He’s too warm, too hot, too close, encompassing you in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Enji,” you wail. He smirks at you, pressing a sloppy, searing kiss to your lips. You moan against his mouth, hips bucking up against him.

“Cum around my cock,” he murmurs into your mouth. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure, and a loud, embarrassing moan tears through your throat. You writhe against his body, hips thrashing uncontrollably. Your orgasm tears through you, burning and unrelenting.

Enji’s pace grows sloppy as you ride out your orgasm, and he thrusts deeply into your convulsing pussy, letting out hot spurts of cum paint the inside of your stretched out cunt. He slows against you, pressing soothing kisses along the curve of your jaw and your face.

“You good?” he murmurs. You smile weakly and nod, sleepy contentment overcoming your exhausted body. You release Enji from your grasp, stretching your arms out above you. A smirk sprawls across your face, and his eyes narrow.

“That was really good, Enji. Gonna have to get you riled up more often.” He rolls his eyes, pulling away from your sweaty body, and you wince as he pulls his cock out. A deep, satisfied noise tumbled through his chest as his sticky cum trickles out of your cunt. His thumb swipes at it, before trailing over your slit. A shudder racks through your body, and he grins cruelly.

“You are wicked.”

[wonhaebunny]

small(ish) bkg-centric drabble vaguely inspired by sif’s fic and featuring one of my discarded ocs from blackugou!! open below to keep reading some bamf bkg!

before i get started on the drabble let met give y’all some context about the oc, as his quirk plays a pretty important role in the drabble!! his name is hioki, and he’s in class 1-b. his quirk allows him to project the memories of a person he’s touching into the mind of another person he’s touching. so if he’s holding two people’s hands, he can project memories of the first person into the second person’s head. the sharing of memories involves of not only visuals, but also what the person was feeling at the time; touch, noise, smell, emotions. they project the memory as if the viewer is experiencing it themselves.

hioki does not have to view the memories he’s projecting to other people. he can view them too if he wants, but he can also just project them from one person’s mind into the other’s without having to experience any of it himself.

okay so that’s my oc, let’s get into it!! 

tws for vomit, and what could (??) be construed as a panic attack? i’ll tag it just in case. this revolves around kamino, but there’s not too much detail about it. this drabble is… kind of not monoma friendly. people had some pretty strong emotions about it in the server. but he’s not a completely shitty person, and i personally did not write him to be a terrible character; he’s just annoying :’) katsuki is pretty ooc here too, but it’s based off another hc i have (that i’ll be posting sometime soon hsfsdf)

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it’s lunchtime, and all the students are piled into the cafeteria. once again, there’s a small crowd forming in the center of the big hall, where monoma has once again decided to start taunting 1-a, mainly bakugou. the onlookers are a mix between annoyed at the disturbance and vaguely amused by monoma’s shenanigans. hioki stands at the side, watching with vague irritation. this is somewhat of a daily occurrence, though, so he doesn’t bother interfering. after all, if there’s one thing bakugou is known to hate, it’s people trying to help him. 

it takes all of five minutes before monoma makes his first obligatory kamino comment. katsuki stiffens, the way he always does, but to his credit does nothing more than glare at his katsudon venomously. they all wait for monoma to finish, but the guy is laying it on thick today. normally it’s just one or two jabs about bakugou’s being pathetic, or weak, or the cause of all might’s end. whatever, there’s always something. but today he’s brutal, getting personal and downright cruel with his comments. he seems to focus in on the topic of kamino today, seeming to sense bakugou’s bad mood and increasingly furious eyes. 

as it goes on, bakugou grows tenser, eyes darkening with something a little unfamiliar that sets the surrounding students on edge. kirishima and the others are already trying to shove monoma away, some of them patting at bakugou’s shoulders in useless attempts to soothe him. bakugou is too busy staring monoma down to even bat their hands away, which speaks volumes of his anger.

he stares for a long time, watches as monoma rambles on carelessly. it’s a little unnerving, because by now he’d be yelling. fuck, if it was anyone else, they’d probably be crying by now with how mean monoma is being. but bakugou, uncharacteristically, just stares.

then, so smoothly most of the surrounding students miss it, katsuki’s gaze snaps to hioki’s. said student flinches back at the intensity of the stare, and bakugou just looks at him like he’s dissecting him mentally.  then, he opens his mouth. “hioki, right?” he says, words quiet but still managing to cut through monoma’s impassioned rantings like a hot knife through butter. 

monoma falters. 

katsuki’s lips slowly, ever so subtly, twist up into a predatory smirk that has hioki recoiling instantly. 

“u-um.” hioki says. 

 katsuki sits up in his seat slightly, abandoning the food he’d been prodding at. 

“you’ve got an interesting quirk… hioki-kun." 

hioki swallows. 

monoma, who stands forgotten at the side, looks baffled and somewhat disconcerted at the smile that’s slowly stretching across katsuki’s face. the entire cafeteria has hushed down by now at this new development. 

normally, monoma’s interactions with bakugou are easy. annoying at worst, entertaining at best. typically a mixture of the two. monoma pokes, bakugou snarls, the cycle keeps going. 

this, however. 

this is new.

"say, hioki-kun. would you lend us your quirk for a moment?” bakugou asks. his voice is quiet, musing, and absolutely terrifying in its gentleness. hioki opens his mouth, before closing it again. 

bakugou katsuki knows his name, and his quirk, too? they’ve never talked a day in their lives. as far as hioki’s concerned, bakugou’s never even looked in his direction. the guy can’t even remember his own friends’ names on a good day. and yet here he is, looking at hioki with a placid smile, asking for his quirk.

“i-um. what?” hioki says. his voice cracks rather embarrassingly. no one laughs. (they don’t blame him for his fear.)

even bakugou’s own friends have backed off at this point, watching the trio in muted apprehension. the blonde just chuckles softly. 

“no, it’s just. monoma seemed so very adamant that he could fare better than me in the real world.” he stresses the word out with an exaggerated pout, turning sharp eyes to monoma, who shrinks back slightly. “and hioki-kun’s quirk seems… very convenient. that is, if you’re willing to put your money where your mouth is?”

monoma seems to consider this for a moment, looking completely out of his depths in this new situation. he knows how to deal with an irritable bakugou, a grumpy one, a furious one. but a calm one? he’s lost. 

nonetheless, the clear challenge in bakugou’s tone has him puffing his chest out in indignance. “what, like it’d be hard?” he jeers, stepping forward. “come on, hioki, let’s get this over with!" 

he holds his hand out roughly in the other’s direction, narrowed eyes glued to katsuki’s serenely twinkling ones. 

"i-i really don’t think-” hioki stutters, looking between the two of them desperately as if waiting for one of them to announce that this is all a big joke. 

neither of them do.

“would you, hioki-kun?” bakugou asks kindly, extending a hand to the other, palm upturned in waiting. “you don’t have to, of course. but it would be… ah. entertaining, for lack of a better word.”

monoma seems to grow even more irate at the indirect jab. hioki helplessly steps up to place each of his hands in one of the others’ waiting ones.

“monoma.” bakugou says, eyes going cold and smile fading slightly. “i’m giving you a last chance to back out. don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have.” his words are serious this time, devoid of any of the light humour that had been lacing them the previous few minutes.

monoma, ever the stubborn mule, just scoffs. "calm down, you delinquent. acting so superior, as if we haven’t faced hardships like you.“ 

bakugou tilts his head slightly, examining the other. 

then, he shrugs. 

"okay. hioki-kun, if you would?”

hioki nods hastily, hands already sweating in their grasps. the entire cafeteria watches, rapt, as his eyes close and his hands start to glow a faint, silvery blue. 

“oh, and hioki-kun? i think it’d be best if you didn’t witness these ones.” bakugou murmurs, eyes already slipping shut. hioki, palms already clammy and trembling slightly, doesn’t question how the blonde seems to know his quirk in such explicit detail. instead, he just nods again. 

“okay.” he whispers. the blue turns stronger, until their connected hands glow a bright white, veins visible behind illuminated skin. the room goes pin-drop silent. they watch as bakugou sits, eyes shut and expression serene. monoma is frowning, brows furrowed and lips twisted in a petulant scowl.

they watch as the white grows brighter, and brighter still.

they watch as monoma’s scowl drops, free hand clenching against his side.

as his expression flickers, twisting into something unreadable and ugly.

then, unmistakably, his breath hitches. 

his mouth opens slightly, sucking in a ragged, shallow breath. poor hioki’s hand is turning red under his quickly tightening grip as monoma’s entire body seems to curl forward slightly. 

the entire time, bakugou sits. expression unchanging, small, bitter smile still lingering on his face.

monoma’s breathing picks up further, closed eyes scrunching and expression twisting further into sheer terror. his free hand is clenched so tightly in his pant leg that his fingers are turning white.

bakugou’s eyes slip open finally. he watches monoma’s trembling form with detached coolness, eyes gleaming with a silvery sheen that signals the workings of hioki’s quirk. “i think that’s enough, hioki-kun.” he says finally, voice impossibly soft. “thank you.”

the glow of their hands fades away, but monoma doesn’t stop trembling. his breaths are coming in reedy gasps at this point, lips curled back to bare his teeth in a picture of sheer terror as he curls into himself.

bakugou just watches, eyes still glinting with slowly-fading flecks of white. slowly, he lifts his hand from hioki’s and picks up the milk carton at his table. he sips from it idly, leaning back to watch monoma’s still-heaving form with an unreadable expression.

it seems that lunch rush had at some point and reported the disturbance to the teachers, because it’s at this point that a teacher finally storms in. 

vlad king pushes to the center of the throng. "what is going on here?“ he demands, before his eyes fall on monoma’s shaking figure. 

"what happened to him?" 

he turns around, scanning the crowd before his eyes land on katsuki, who’s still watching monoma boredly as he sips at his milk. 

"what happened?” he demands again. “someone answer me. monoma, what’s wrong?” he turns to his student, whose rasping breaths are growing louder progressively, and touches his shoulder. at the contact, monoma’s entire body jolts away, eyes finally snapping open with wild panic. 

then, the entire student body and vlad king watch with bated breath as monoma jerks away, turns around, and throws up over his own shoes. 

vlad king curses loudly, turning back to katsuki. the blonde just blinks at him placidly, and the teacher growls, before his eyes fall on a wide-eyed hioki who still stands in the centre of the circle. “hioki. explain.” he says sharply. hioki sucks in a fearful breath. 

“um. monoma was. he was teasing bakugou-kun. and then bakugou-kun asked me to, uh. use my quirk. on the two of them. i don’t know what exactly he showed monoma, though.”

he wrings his fingers anxiously, as they turn their attention back to a retching monoma. vlad king turns to stare at bakugou sharply. 

“you.” he says furiously. “principal’s office. now. i hope your little game was worth it.”

the blonde seems wholly unbothered.

“it very much was, thank you sensei.” he responds, smiling cheerfully as he pushes from his seat and brushes past vlad king out the cafeteria, still holding his milk carton.