#ur so naughty for this sem

[sheinsidemymindvro]

Is this the final thing you see before you get termed. I was in the trenches of my deep dark delusions earlier and convinced myself maybe there is a blog that haunts the tcc and just when you least expect it. Your blog is thriving the jiggerBOO jumps out and gets you. Drags you to the naughty corner of termination land. No one can help you now. This is exactly what I was picturing. My toes are curled in my feet are shaking. This is the end. YOU are the end.....

and before you know it, i will invade your mind and tell you little whispers trying to break you down, when really i just think ur really cool and i wanna steal your whole personality including ur music just like i did with sem, see the thing is i cant be someone that im not but im gonna try anyway and fail. ive honestly got no personality and wanna copy anyone else so i can try and fit in when really im just a loser ass bitch who doesn't know who she is. oh please let me whisper in ur ear and try to steal ur whole personality i wanna be anyone but my retarded self

[honeymaki]

viking izu 🥺

Warnings: fem reader, fem pronouns (wife, queen), slight body description (fat thighs/pussy) fingering, mentions of public sex, size kink, exhibitionism, vouyerism, breeding mention(s), alcohol mention. Unedited.

You are in luck cause I was rereading my Viking!Ushijima and Viking!Izu would be so similar, so hard and battle worn and scarred and heavy, but he’s victorious and a legend, like Odin himself, maybe even a son of Odin, a son of god with the way he swings his axe and sits on his throne made of iron, wood and bronze. He wears furs in the winter, a great cape made of bear pelt and wolf hide, secured with a huge torc that always leaves an imprint on your cheek when he holds you close, encases you in fur and skin and warmth when the wind whistles through the great hall on nights when Jack Frost is angry.

King Izu is huge, rough and hardy and he licks at the mead dripping from your lips, two thick fingers squeezing your cheeks and grinning when you heat and simper and whimper beneath his strength. Hushes you in a deep rumble, kisses the skin beneath your eye and promises you his bed after the feast,

“Be good and entertain for a while, then you can have my seed,”

And the promise has you up and refreshing horns, pouring ale and mead and sitting on your husband’s lap to feed him pork dripping with honey and fat, small hand clutching his neck to tip his head back far enough for his throat to strain. Music plays, men shout and tussle, women chatter and steal away into the shadows, warriors sharpen their blades and growl at the children who scramble between the legs of the long table. None of them notice the giant hand slipping beneath your kirtle, none of them hear your whimpers and begs because Izu looks so wanton and tempting in his furs and breeches, chest wide and broad, stone and iron hard, panting with the syrup he finds waiting for him at the crux of your thighs. Plush fat gives way for his touches, eyes dark and staring at the heave of your chest in the firelight, listening to the whines and gasps falling shamelessly from your mouth. His thumb, baring a ring and the width of something too big to call human, pressed against your cunt, wool suddenly too hot and too tight, hall suddenly too loud and too open with the way King Izu grips and pulls at you,

“It’s been two years since we wed,” he whispers in your ear, “And we’ve yet to bless the throne,” dark honey spreads down your back and you cast your eyes over to the empty chair, huge and sharp and unyielding, like the fingers bullying between your legs, “Maybe your insistence is enough to break me this one time, your neediness is maybe something I’ll take advantage of,”

“‘Zuku…,” you’re whining and squirming and suddenly his warriors are looking at you upon their King’s lap, legs wide and baring you to all.

“The gods look down upon us, Odin gave us his blessing wife, we should honour that,” Izu licks a stripe up your neck, wet and hot, puffing against your skin.

“I just want you,” his hard lust simmers into something softer for a moment, upon hearing your words and Izu’s lashes flutter at the scent of you, lifting through the sweat, through the food and the wool and fur and leather and wood. The hall of his forefathers might be packed to the brim, as it always should be, but right now? All he sees is you upon his knee and the way you look up at him with all the love in the world. His hand grows more bold, more insistent, palm kneading the throbbing ache of your cunt and there’s no quelling the mewls of agreement spilling from your tempting lips.

“I would take you in front of them all, show them how a King, a god, treats his queen-, Izu’s lips are rough and hot against your ear, breath catching on the delicate skin of your neck and you shiver, curling into his chest and gripping the sides of his cloak, hands so small and fragile against his mass and wrath. He takes a moment to kiss your temple, mouth resting sweet against your skin, eyes dark and casting shadows upon any who dared look at the way you squirm and writhe for him, and the fingers bullying between your thighs,

“But alas my queen, as much as I value and love my kin - no one but me sees you bared and fucked but me. So stop trying to make me bend you over the table and breed you in front of them all, are we clear? Because your cunt full of my seed is only a sight only I am privileged to witness, I promised you my cock after the feast and my cock you shall get, but only if you’re patient,”

A whimper escapes your lips when rough fingers slide between your folds, fat and dripping with need, spreading for him with an almost audible slchk that has Izu imagining such awful, filthy scenes. Even if he put you in your place, told you to wait, told you to be patient, told you that only he is allowed to see you stuffed and fucked - there’s a strange revelry in folding your into the blessed table with his cock battering your insides, in front of all his kin, his warriors, your friends. A king is nothing without his queen, and what better way to show that then fucking his queen full and making sure she’s dripping and swollen with his cum?

The thought makes Izu a tad bolder, despite his warnings to you, a strong finger parting your cunt and crooking deep and hard, causing you to arch and barely hold back a howl, the resounding squeak alerting red eyes to the musing of his king and queen. You should be plenty satisfied with this, a finger, maybe two, pacifying your need to be filled with something thicker, stronger, just until the last men fall drunk to the floor. And - in a way, you are. He’s holding you tight, close to his chest, one hand on your waist with his mouth pressed parted to your hairline, swallowing with every clench of your cunt around his fingers, imagining it’s his cock, imagining the feel of your velvety walls on his tongue, counting down the moments until he’s able to carry you to your bed, his bed. Tongue tasting the sweat of your temple, Izu encourages your writhing and contorting, the hall a little quieter and a little calmer, enough for you to lift your thigh and allow your king easy access to press his fingers harder, deeper, faster,

“Izu, mmmh - please, Izu,” you’re licking your lips, arm wound round his neck and Gods; you can feel yourself dripping down his wrist. It’s something, something akin to what your king is thinking, having his thick, rough fingers between your thighs when you know others can see, can muse, can hear what he’s doing. The thought has you collapsing against him, pitching with a whine and a quivering belly, thighs closing around his arm and trapping him, cunt flooding his hand and wrist.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl hm?” Izu kisses your cheek, then your jaw, the spot behind your ear that has you shivering,

“Do you think they will notice if we sneak away now? Please, I can’t take it anymore,” Your voice is shaky but the need still bubbles in your belly, and Izu huffs,

“Already? I’m still inside you,” he grumbles, “Most of the warriors noticed long before my fingers were in your cunt, my queen, you are insufferable,”

But…he still stands, clapping his chiefs and warriors on the shoulders with a slippery hand plastered to your back. He still bids farewells to those he fought for and with, despite his gruffing and grunting, despite complaining to Bakugo about ‘the duties of a with a hungry wife’; Izu is hard enough to leak over your stomach when he gets you bared beneath him, and is desperate enough to fuck you too many times to count into the mattress and furs and pillows.

[simplygratefulfortoday-blog]

ya, 2017 gonna end soon ..

ya. i ended my final exam for my first sem in year three. 

so happy that i completed this sem safe and sound.. 

emmm… maybe this is the most-sien semester, because all the subjects seems so dull.. but I'm glad that i completed it.. as usual, there is always ONE , that one naughty paper, that makes me worried a lot. but ya, i can do is nth, what is done is done, lets wait for the release of the result by Jan. sigh. jy. gudluck to myself. 

and two more semesters to go !! just two more. i ard done 6 walau, i am bravo !! is really hard to come to this stage, but every stage that i gone thru in my degree life, i feel contented.  Every sem i found something that i wanted to know. like whai human behave this way and say like this and do like that… it is really fun,whenever i found one answer to the ques in my mind, i feel proud with the decision of studying on human’s mind. 

As i grow older, i found that life is good when it is simple. Few years back, i have that kind of thinking that, life must be fulfilled with wonderful things and people in order to be perfect, ya. but no. we just need some people that is truly value us in their life. it can be one. can be two. Not much but significant…. 

What is mean by Value Us? 

People who really care about our feeling, want us to taste the ‘happiness’ is people who value us, this people are unselfish, willingly sacrificing something for us, willing to do great things for us in silent without asking for a rewards.Sometime there are people who sending me a text that make me smiles deeply in heart, i truly grateful i have these kind of people in my life. 

 I realise that in the society, there are people who purposely want to upset you, making ur life a bit harder, ignoring you when you need them or there is  someone who want to estimate your boiling point by saying some hurting words- sth that make u feel bad about your life.. You have no idea why they wanted to do so.. the only reason that i can think of -> Ya, they just want to make themselves to feel Good. ‘’EVIL’’ 

i hope that i can ignore all these evil people and not talking to them forever, but sorry ,they will always be there to hurt you, the only way to solve is to change my own mindset, to be strong and be brave. Never take their words seriously, instead give them the answer and faces that they do not expected to see. Let say, smile to them, reply them confidently, making them speechless. hehehe . ‘’say and do is two different story, i hope you can try to do it next time, YONGJIAHUI.. hahaha gambateh. ok, next year. 

Next year- What aim? 

1) Keep myself busy

working life and study life that happen tgt, i hope i can handle it well, i shud be able to handle it well, because whenever i get a busy life schedule, i will start planning and working hard on it, instead of hea-ing at home. 

2) Raising money n get back to my fav gym 

currently, has been doing work-out at home daily, but ya, my aim is to get back to Celebrity fitness, because that place will make my day a cool one. but ya, although i have ‘save’ enuf money for gym, but ya, waiting that ‘ommm’ to come and get back to CF.

Meanwhile,  I am quite satisfying with cycling machine at home. The excessive sweating process on it really gorgeous, where i really start ‘sensing’ my bone （有骨感啦）, instead of ‘’fats’’ .. see-ing my body shape becoming more sexy and sexy day-by-day, It is definitely one of my proudest chievement in 2017.

3)…. to be continue