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anna-via · 2 months ago

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coming home after a long day and seeing mom is still out, but she left a note on my door. “Got you some gifts while i was out sweetheart, I hope you like them!” it reads, and i burst into my room excited, only to see…nothing? maybe she forgot to bring them upstairs before she left, whatever, i can just hold onto the excitement until she gets back and i see what mommy brought home for me. i start taking my work clothes off to slip into something more comfortable, and that’s when I realize what she did.

none of my clothes are here. instead, there’s all new socks, underwear, bras, panties, skirts, tops, dresses, everything. i’m confused, but i find a pair of PJ shorts and a cropped tank i can relax in, so it won’t be so bad to wait for mom to get here and i can figure this out. though, the clothes all do look a bit…risqué. daring. slutty, even. micro-mini skirts, lace half-cup bras, every shirt cropped, dresses with giant cutouts that show off my ass, my side boobs. All the underwear looks like the kind of thing a husband might get his wife for Valentine’s day, and when i think of that i turn around and see what i didn’t notice on my bed.

a second note, this one taped to a small flat box propped up on my pillows, says, “I haven’t seen you in your uniform for a few years. i hope it’s not too presumptuous to ask, for nostalgia’s sake, to please have this on when i come back in a bit. Love, Mom” and when i pull the top of the box off i realize it’s a red pleated plaid skirt that doesn’t even reach the bottom of my ass cheeks, a white cropped dress shirt with a plunging V-neck, and matching soft white frilly socks and panties. is this a prank? if it is, mom certainly got creative and elaborate. but it sounds funny to play along with, maybe freak mom out right back when she can see my entire ass if i bend forward just slightly.

so, i put it on and head downstairs, noting that i do look awfully cute, that the girls at the gay bar i go to in town would be falling over themselves to buy me a drink if i wore this. thinking about one of those girls, the middle age femme dyke that hit on me last week, i get hard under the skirt, staining the new panties with more pre-cum than i’ve leaked in a while.

needing a release, pulling my cock out and stroking myself, i wonder why she specifically has stuck in my head. she’s older than me, sure, but that’s just my type. i guess it must be her soft, chestnut brown hair, highlights placed precisely. she stood out from everyone there to me because of how unique her specific color and cut was. The only other person i know who has something similar is…well, mom. but i push that thought away, ignoring how my cock twitched when i thought about how similar mom and that girl i’ve been into really are. i can’t believe i didn’t notice that they look so similar they could be sisters.

i lose myself in edging to the thought of her for so long that i forget to keep track of time. i don’t snap back into reality until i hear a voice speak to me from the door way to the living room, confident and calm: “Now that’s my baby girl,” i hear mom say, and when i spin around and try to impotently hide my rock hard girl dick in the skimpy panties she bought me, i see she has her own cock, so much bigger than mine, out and wet with lube. she walks over and lightly strokes my leaking, sensitive tip, leaning into my ear.

“Mommy thought your wardrobe was a bit bland sweetie, so she wanted to help you fit in with the other girls your age i see on tiktok, instagram, onlyfans. Do you like what i bought you baby?”

“Yes mommy, thank you so much,” i stutter out, so overwhelmed.

“How about we head upstairs and you can model more of it for me?” she asks, a slight bit of devilish glee in her voice knowing what that fashion show will lead to. in a lust-fueled haze, i agree, and she leads me upstairs, holding my hand the whole time.

#sorry for typos it’s really late at night

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doctormomwriter · 2 years ago

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Minors Do Not Interact

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Imagine 💙❤️ Smut

Shigaraki x Reader

Tomura Shigaraki has always had a small crush on you, but always controlled it well. You are his ally, his team mate, but most importantly his player 2 for any and all video games. Toga talks you into going to a club and makes you wear some of her clothes which are way too small and way too tight compared to your normal oversized sweaters and jeans. She even cons you into sacrificing your Toms for a pair of heels. Shigaraki sees a few guys flirting with you and goes absolutely feral.

“You going to pick your jaw up off the floor or…” Dabi tapped Shigaraki in the chin as you and Toga walked out of the small apartment flat.

“What are you on about, now?” Shigaraki rolled his eyes and grabbed his shoes. Aggressively slipping them on.

“I’m just saying, I have never seen her look that good before either and uh, I know you have never seen her without a hoodie on so… you gonna make your move?” The boys strolled out the door.

You and wiggled around uncomfortably in Toga’s clothes. One of her black crop tops that stretched around your breasts to the point where Toga even agreed she would never get to wear it again. It matched together with a purple plaid mini skirt. Although for you it felt like a micro shirt.

“You know I didn’t realize that you had so many tattoos.” Toga laughed and linked her arms in yours.

“I don’t normally show my body off, it feels uncomfortable. I think I should go change.” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You know… you know who hasn’t stopped drooling over you since we left the house.” Toga shrugged her shoulders and leg you into the club.

The music is too shitty to be this loud. You’d rather be at home lounging on the beanbag chair with Shig, playing games and talking shit about everything. Now you’re turning red thinking about him checking you out.

Toga tan off the dance with strangers. Probably eyeing her next victim. This is her way to nonchalantly take a few peoples blood for disguising herself. It was genius though, no one noticed the small needle pricks while liquored up.

You glance at the door as you finally get your first drink. Dabi and Shigaraki walked in, still in their normal garb. Looking slightly threatening, but in a way you’re used to. They we’re going to meet with the Doctor in the back office. Something about an experiment for Shigaraki to get stronger. He never really talked about that to you though. You watched as the crowd of people dispersed from them. Before you could see where they were headed your vision was blocked by a rather large man in a suit. It was pinstriped and he stank of cigar smoke and musk. He had a polite smile, but you were not interested in the least bit. As he handed you a free shot, you smiled and thanked him. Trying to be pleasant, but not overly flirtatious.

Still no sign of the guys. You were on your 5th shot with Mr. Suit Guy and he was probing you for information. Your name, where you’re from, if you’re a natural (your hair color) head. You have fake answers for everything and started to enjoy pretending to be someone else. You turned away when your peripheral vision cause the white of Shigaraki’s hair in the light. As you turned back the guy offered you another shot. Studying the glass for a half second, there sat a fraction of a white pill dissolving into the green liquor. You played dumb. Wanting to see how this played out.

“Can we please go now…what a fucking minute who is that guy with (your villain name)?” Shigaraki cracked his knuckles.

“Some guy who is about to get his ass kicked… eyes are glowing gold. That means trouble..” Dabi was impressed with himself that he had learned the quirks about your quirk.

You took the shot, knowing that that drug would never work in you while you were using your quirk. You had odd abilities compared to your friends in the League. They had outwardly dangerous quirks. Fire, blood, decay… but you were immune to the effects of other quirks. Toga couldn’t use your blood. (She tried, but it made her throw up for a week), Dabi’s fire grazed your skin without even burning your hair. Although, Shigaraki refuses to test his quirk on you, you knew he couldn’t dust you. However, you were basically a voodoo doll. You could inflict unspeakable things on yourself with no long term damage and have it effect another person.

Shigaraki and Dabi watched as he draped his arm around you. You looked (from their perspective) very lucid. He led you to a dark closet area and began to tear at your clothes. It wasn’t until you started laughing that he got aggressive.

“What’s so funny whore?” He growled.

“Oh, just thinking about how I’m going to kill you.” You instantly sobered up as his vision began to blur. “Oh, what’s the matter baby.. are you a light weight?”

The door flung open just as you were cutting into your arm with a knife. You watched as the warm red drained down your arm only to seal up

The man gurgled out a ragged breath as his arm started to flood with blood. Squirting on your torso up to your neck a little He couldn’t even scream from the pain. Lucky guy. Painless death.

“See, I told you she was fine.” Dabi shoved Shigaraki who was still staring a hole through you.

“Oh that note.. I’m gonna go home and shower and uh.. leave the dead guy here.” You all but ran out the door skipping until you remembered the heels on your feet and nearly face planted in the bushes. A strong arm stopping you.

Shigaraki pulled you back up on the side walk. You felt a little nervous when his face looked a little angry. You looked at your feet as you walked to the corner. Pressing the walk signal button. You try to joke about the dead guy but he was visibly ignoring you. It made the whole walk home much longer and your feet were killing you. The door swung open hard, Shigaraki didn’t bother turning on the lights, he kicked his shoes off and walked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer and popped the top off on the counter.

“Want one?” He popped another and handed it to me.

“And he speaks! Wanna tell me why you cared that I killed that guy?” I took a sip.

“I don’t care who you kill, (your name).” He was near finished with his beer.

“You seem upset.” You start pulling on your zip up hoodie when he snatches it off your arm.

“No reason to cover up that perfect body, you had no problem showing it off tonight.” His words cut deep.

“I never go out like this it was Toga’s idea…” he cuts you off.

“I didn’t even know you had a belly button ring or tattoos on your chest and all over” he moved his hands in the air motioning curves. “I didn’t know your skin was so (your skin tone), I didn’t know how soft and how strong you look..” he chugs another beer.

“Shig… I don’t want you to think poorly of me, it was stupid to go out dressed like a party clown, I only agreed because Toga..” he continues his rant once more.

“And everyone just looked at you, all those fucking men, looking at you. The way I look at you when you’re dressed in pajamas for five days straight. When you haven’t brushed your hair. When you haven’t slept. Fuck.. even when you’re covered in blood and ash. They don’t deserve to see you like that.” He was already mid 3rd beer. Still berating you in the most loving way you’ve ever been scolded.

“Shig, let me fucking finish. Toga wanted to give me a makeover so that I could impress YOU, you idiot.” You stormed off to your room with him in hot pursuit.

“You wanted to impress me, huh?” He stuck his foot in the door to stop it from closing. “Then impress me.”

You paused and thought about it for a minute. You whispered okay and shrugged your shoulders before snatching his hand up and placing it on your arm. All five of his fingers down on your skin.

“Impressed?” You smiled so hard your dimple showed.

After the look of shock and terror faded he pulled your into his embrace. Lifting your chin up with a single finger and meeting his lips to yours. The kiss lingered for a few seconds.

“I.. am still covered in that guys blood and my own blood..” you giggled as he kissed your forehead. He slammed the door with his foot and locked it with a echoing small click noise.

“Did I ever tell you about how when I found you a couple years ago… beating the absolute shit out of that b list hero?”

“You mean the so called hero who tried to take advantage of a woman in an alley?”

“Yep. And how I walked up right when he finished punching his face in. And then watched you slit your own throat and laugh as blood poured out of his neck as yours magically closed back up.” The way he bit his lip before pulling you back to his body made you feel intoxicated. “I didn’t think anyone could look as beautiful as you did in that moment…. Until looking at you now.” He completely dusted your clothes and ran his hands down your curves.

You didn’t know he had dreamed of this moment. Touching you, feeling your skin, taking in your scent. The only difference is that in his dreams he couldn’t touch you with every finger, but now you were completely his. The sound he made me when got the devilish grin and dropped to your knees, yanking down his pants and boxes and taking his length into your mouth made your cheeks turn red. You looked up at him with your big (eye color) eyes and sucked like your life depended on it.

“Get on the bed, on your fucking back” he threw you up on the small bed, kissing from your pussy up your stomach to your throat. He grabbed your neck and squeezed just a little, testing your reaction. They way you bit your lip, grinning and rolling your eyes back as your hips grinder against his hard cock drove him crazy. He stroked his cock before pushing inside you. Both of you gasping at the feeling. He moved his hips slowly and you whined when he pulled out for a moment, but he slammed himself back in making you let out a string of curse words.

“Fuck, this is…. Mine now… god you feel so good” his hands moved to your breasts and up to your throat. Your face felt hot as your air flow was cut off. Your lips felt swollen and tingly. It felt like you were choking out a scream of ecstasy when felt the gush of your own climax hit like lightening. “Oh fuck… all that for me..” you gasped when he let your throat go. “Your lips turned a pretty shade of blue..” he pulled you on top of him.

You couldn’t speak yet. Your brain was so fucked out all you could think about was how you to keep this going forever. But you bounced on his cock, with your hands braced on his chest. Moaning his name sweetly.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum”

“Please! I want it, please” You whined. Still keeping your pace. Not changing a damn thing.

“Where you want it, baby… fuck! Tell me now.” He was holding back as long as he could.

“Inside… please fill me..” he cut you off and held your hips down hard. Shoving every inch inside your body and his cock twitched.

You went to move but he begged you to stay on him and you could feel him pulsing inside of you still. Still in a little shock that you’re covered in blood and filled with your best friend’s cum, but it never felt more right.

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#my hero imagines #smutty #mha fanfiction #tomura imagine #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki

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sunset-palettte · 2 months ago

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E-Kids: Emo of the Livestream Era 🖤✨🎧

E-girls and e-boys might feel like a fresh phenomenon, but their style, attitude, and aesthetic are just a remix of emo culture—an emo 2.0 for the TikTok generation. Emo itself was a reworking of goth, and goth drew from punk, proving that subcultures never truly die—they just evolve. What sets e-kids apart is their uniquely digital existence, where livestreams, TikToks, and parasocial “celebrity” blur the lines between self-expression and performance.

🕶️ The E-Kid Look: Emo Gets a Digital Makeover

If you’ve seen an e-girl rocking striped sleeves, silver chains, and a smudged eyeliner look, you’ve already caught a glimpse of emo’s revival. The e-kid aesthetic borrows heavily from its predecessors while leaning into the internet’s visual language:

Edgy meets cute: Chunky silver chains paired with pastel skirts, Hello Kitty necklaces layered over fishnet stockings. 🎀

Hair that pops: Choppy layers, streaks of neon or pastel, and deliberately messy bangs.

DIY meets hyperpop: Band tees and plaid skirts collide with bold, LED-lit selfies and aesthetic TikTok transitions.

It’s a vibe that’s nostalgic yet futuristic—a softer, more curated rebellion that feels perfectly at home on your phone.

🎥 From the Mosh Pit to the Livestream

While emo kids once found their community at concerts, skateparks, or the mall, e-kids thrive entirely online. Platforms like TikTok, Twitch, and Discord have replaced physical hangouts, giving rise to a new kind of subculture: one that’s hyperconnected and always on display.

TikTok as a stage: E-kids use TikTok to perfect the art of performance—lip-syncing to angsty songs, pulling off choreographed dances, or showing off their outfits. It’s emo expression tailored for the algorithm.

Livestream fame: Platforms like Twitch let e-girls and e-boys engage with fans in real time, building parasocial relationships where viewers feel like close friends. Whether gaming, chatting, or vibing to music, these livestreams are the e-kid equivalent of a Friday-night show.

Monetized personas: With platforms like OnlyFans and Patreon, e-kids can turn their aesthetic into a source of income, blurring the line between subculture and influencer economy.

The shift from in-person connection to online performance reflects how the internet shapes today’s subcultures. It’s not just about belonging—it’s about being seen.

🎶 The Soundtrack: Nostalgia Meets Hyperpop

E-kid playlists blend the angst of emo classics with modern electronic and internet-born genres. My Chemical Romance, Paramore, and Pierce the Veil still feature prominently, but they’re mashed up with hyperpop, trap beats, and TikTok audios. The vibe is eclectic and undeniably digital:

Sped-up remixes of “All the Things She Said” 🎶

Hyperpop chaos from 100 gecs

The moody resurgence of Machine Gun Kelly’s pop-punk anthems

The music creates an emotional thread tying today’s e-kids to the emos before them, while embracing the fast-paced, experimental energy of Gen Z.

🌐 A Subculture That Shapes Trends

E-kids aren’t just reviving emo—they’re redefining it for a digital age. The subculture thrives at the intersection of nostalgia and innovation, where retro aesthetics meet livestream fame. While emo and goth once existed on the fringes, e-kids have moved into the mainstream, influencing everything from fashion trends to pop music.

What sets them apart is their embrace of hyperconnectivity:

Global communities: Emo was about local scenes; e-kids form global ones on Discord, TikTok, and Instagram.

Parasocial intimacy: E-girls and e-boys aren’t just style icons—they’re accessible micro-celebrities. Fans can interact with them in real-time, creating an illusion of closeness that wasn’t possible in earlier subcultures.

Algorithmic rebellion: The aesthetic isn’t about rejecting the mainstream—it is the mainstream, thriving in curated feeds and viral hashtags.

🖤 The Endless Cycle of Subcultures

At its core, the e-kid movement is a reminder that subcultures never disappear—they just adapt to the world around them. Goth inspired emo; emo gave way to e-kids; and someday, the wheel will turn again.

For now, though, e-kids are proof that angst, rebellion, and self-expression are timeless, even in the era of livestreams and TikTok trends. They may not be crowding mall food courts, but they’re shaping the internet—and that’s just as impactful.

#e girl #e boy #e kids

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