I Might Pass Out Rn

Aizawa

Took a few days but I finished this! A study/heavily inspired by @/kuroshiro on Twitter/X. Hope you all enjoy!

i redownloaded the sims to make this

inspo from this pic

what now

I’ve been on a block for like decades basically and this one is the most finished one out of all the wips… request are open! Maybe I’ll poop out a cover art or scene art for it :3 also working on like (my version of Iida) hc both sfw and nsfw

anywho

First I’d like to point out about the skirt that she is wearing is like a maxi skirt, not a short one

they’ve finally started dating! But now it’s a little awkward with the physical affection and don’t know how to bring it up…maybe a sleepover will help?

They both didn’t realize how much time had passed as they have been hanging out nearly all day. “Oh wow, look at the time!” she exclaimed, as she stared down at her phone.

“Oh, I suppose it is late.” Iida agreed, realizing the sky turned dark long ago. “I reckon it’s too late to go home at an hour like this…” he muttered. 

“It’s okay, I’ll ask Hunnie if-”

“Or.” Iida interrupted, “How about you spend the night.” he stated.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Nonsense! Besides, my parents enjoy your company, they don’t mind!” he exclaimed. “You can stay in my room, and I’ll stay in the living room,” he instructed. He looked at her–she began to fidget with her hand, her eyes darting around the room out of nervousness. She finally spoke up.

“Do you…have to?” she said in a soft shy voice. Her face was red, as she avoided eye contact from him.

“Zelda, are you insinuating that I stay here with you?!” his face is equally as red as hers. She nodded to confirm. He took a deep breath in, “Okay, do you…need anything?” he gently said. She shook her head,

“No, I can rest with what I have.” she stammered. 

“I’ll give you some privacy then, and I’ll be in the other room” he said with a tender voice before closing the door behind him. She sighed as he closed the door, this is the first time they spent the night together. Zelda feels bad for taking things slow, although they've known each other for years–the thought of anything else intimate made her a bit wary. She really likes him, this in itself will be a boundary she needs to overcome. An easy step, just falling asleep together…what could go wrong? She began to undress, she wore something simple–off the shoulder t-shirt, with a skirt. She removed her shirt, leaving her in a low cut rather short tank top, exposing both her stomach and sternum. She kept her skirt on, as she was the type to NOT wear shorts under. A soft knock was heard.

“Come in” she said softly, he peeked his head in before entering. He smiled a bit, as she shyly sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Are you comfortable sleeping in that?” he said with a smile referring to the skirt. 

“Y-yes! It's just…” her face flushed red, her hands folded on her lap. “I don’t…wear shorts…” her voice almost in a whisper. 

“I-I see.” he stuttered, “that's okay, do as you please on your comfort level!” he assured her. As much as he wanted to tell her, even beg her to take it off–but he has half a brain to keep it to himself. 

“I do feel comfortable removing them, I just don’t know if you would feel the same…”  she explained. 

YES YES YES he thought to himself, he cleared his throat. “Ye-yes! I am okay with it.” he stated. She gave a sweet smile before nodding, her thumbs hooking onto the elastic of the skirt slowly bringing it down. He tried not to watch, but inevitably failed as he tried to focus on the wall, but his eyes kept wandering back. He didn’t know whether it was okay to look or not. He took a seat on the bed as he removed his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, turning the light off in the process. The moonlight came in enough to light up the room. He pulled the cover back, scooting in to lay down. She stood by the bed, extremely nervous for being so close to him. But she finally followed suit. Both flat-backed staring up at the ceiling, she looked over to him, “I’m sorry, I am just really nervous” she laughed out a bit, he couldn’t help, but to smile as well. 

“I’m glad it isn’t just me” he said as he turned to look at her, both now on their sides to look at one another. His eyes lingered on her lips for a bit. 

“Tenya, I’m happy that you want to spend the night together…” she said in a whisper. Her hand reached for his to hold it. His grip tightened.

“Me too, Zelda.” his tone matching hers. He brought himself closer to her, his arm wrapping around her bringing her into an embrace. She smiled as she felt comfort in his warmth. They continued to converse about sweet nothings, family, newest hobby, friends. The night ended with them drifting off to sleep with her as a little spoon. And his arm around her holding her close to him.

She didn’t realize when they fell asleep, but when she woke it was still dark out. It’s a habit to wake up, and to shift positions. Iida’s arm wrapped tightly around her, his breath heavy on her nape. Then thrust.

Her eyes widened as she felt something hard push against her backside. A hand gripping onto her side, it didn’t take long to realize it was Iida grinding against her in his sleep. She was frozen and unsure what to do, his heavy panting and his intermittent grunts by her ear made her blush. She felt guilty for feeling her core ache as he continued. I wonder what he is dreaming about…

She thought to herself, but the more she thought about it the more embarrassed she got, and surely he would too…

Her hand moved to loosen his grip, slowly pulling her body away from his–shifting herself to sit up. Her finger poking his shoulder, “Tenya…” she said in a whisper. Her palm and fingers gripped onto his shoulder, as she gently nudged him a bit more. His eyes fluttered open, he hummed. Looking up to see Zelda looking down at him, her hand reached out still on his shoulder. 

“Is everything okay?” he muttered, her face turned red. 

“Well yes, but…” she turned to look away from him, her finger pointing. His eyes followed to where she was pointing, Iida’s head began to look down now realizing his…problem. His face turned red, as he was quick to sit up grabbing onto a pillow to cover his lower region. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want you to get embarrassed! Especially if you…finished.” she said rather quickly. 

“No. I apologize, Zelda. You must feel so disgusted by something so perverse!” he said with haste. She shook her head at this statement. 

“N-no!” she said in a cautious voice, she moved closer to him. Her hand was holding onto his wrist. She took a deep breath in, “I was wondering…what were you thinking of?” her face red as she looked down out of embarrassment.

“I-I.” he paused, as he began to stumble over his words. “You. Us. Together.” he blurted. 

“What were we doing…?” 

“Zelda, you don’t have to ask those kind of questions”

“But I want to know.”

“You do? You don’t think it's perverted?”

“No, I just…” she paused, debating on whether or not to out herself–but it would make the situation better, he would feel less alone. 

“Just what?”

“I really like you, and I think about you sometimes…in that way.” she said shyly. “And I’ve been wondering, if you do too. So I want to know–what were you dreaming?” she admitted. He shifted a bit awkwardly, turning his head away so as to not look at her. He already felt shameful for admitting his lustful thoughts about her, but him going into detail about it made him feel…

A bit relieved. It took a while to muster the courage to talk but finally, he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hand.

“I was on top of you, with me between your legs. We were kissing, and you…” he paused, feeling himself get more excited as he thought about it. 

“And I, what?” she urged him to continue.

“You kept pressing yourself against me, your hands touching me in a way that excited me” he confessed. She shifted herself to move closer to him, her fingers tracing the pillow. It grew quiet, as he watched her hand move closer to his.

“Can I feel it?” she muttered.

“What!?” he exclaimed, his face turning redder as he stared at her. “You want t-to..?!” (it being his penits) he couldn’t even finish his sentence as he heard her request. She nodded her head to confirm, he looked at her a moment longer as he clenched onto the pillow. Her face soft, her expression sweet and gentle…curious.

 Slowly, his hand began easing off the pillow. She removed it from his lap. She looked down at the prominent outline. Her small hand placed on his thigh, her light touches made him shiver as she slowly inched closer to feel his clothed length. He twitched, as her hand began to move against it. His pelvis gently jerked up against her hand as she continued. She looked up at him, and he was focused on her hand. His breathing is getting heavy once again. 

“Can you tell me more…” she whispered as she looked up at him under her eyelashes. He bit his lip, and gave a nod.

“you…I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Wanting to hear you, wanting to see your naked body. Wanting to feel you against me. Wanting to kiss you more explicitly” he gulped, “and today…I wanted to touch you inappropriately. For my hands to touch every part of your body, and my lips to do the same.”

“Kiss me how?” she said with a tilted head. He brought himself closer to her, her lips lingered for a second before placing them onto his. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, as she began to straddle his thigh. He eagerly kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist. Leading her to lay on the bed, instinctively she spread her legs allowing him to position his groin against hers. Slowly he began to roll his hips against her clothed heat. She let out a gentle moan against his lips. He couldn’t help but to relish in the noises she made. He longed to hear her in such a erotic manner.

 She parted from the kiss to focus on her hips moving against his hardened length. Her arms holding him close to her body as she erotically breathed against his ear. He shut his eyes as he continued, he’d let out a soft groan with every thrust he made against her. Her hands reached under his shirt to feel his back, the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms to push her harder against him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, at this point he wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming—but the way he could feel her heat against his, and her light touches on his skin made him realize, she was indeed in all real.

...princess who convinces her handmaidens that the only way to preserve her innocence is for them to kneel down and eat her pussy on command

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based on the headcannon that Bakugo Katsuki sleeps every night at exactly 8:30PM

synopsis: you two may be making out but when it’s his bedtime, it’s his bedtime

“Babe…we should go to bed now.”

“Oh?”

“To sleep,” Katsuki clarifies as he wills you to stand up and off his lap as he still has a loose hold on your hip.

You look at him bewildered.

“What? We were just kissing- why do you wanna go bed? It’s not because of me. I’m an amazing kisser,” You ask arms crossed over your chest. You had come to your boyfriends’ dorm to have him help you for the upcoming test, with ulterior motives, of course, and suddenly out of nowhere mid make out session pulled away.

“Because, Y/n, it’s late,” The way he said it made you think that when you’d look to the clock it would read 2:40 AM. It read 8:45. He gets off the floor and stands to change into his pajamas. “I should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago… you too.” He says sternly.

“You’re crazy.” You say huff watching him change as you’re sat on his bed. “You going to kick me out too, Kats?” You ask sarcastically.

“If you keep that prissy attitude I just might.”

“You’re the only man I know who could just…stop… to sleep.”

“I pride myself in my self-control.” He says with a cocky grin as he steps back over, change, teeth brushed and ready for bed. “Scoot over.” He mumbles with a grunt as he pushes you to the right side of the bed.

“I’m putting my cold feet on you.” You threaten as you cuddle into his side under the blanket of his bed. His arm instinctively going over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Go ahead and i’ll blast the soles off your feet.” He says unbothered as he yawns. “You ready for your test tomorrow? I swear if you get anything below an 80% these session will strictly be for studying,” he threatens.

“I got it, Kats, we studied for hours. No way i’m failing.” You say overly confident and optimistic.

“You better.” He says sharply before intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a kiss. “Goodnight, idiot.”

You huff, but smile nonetheless, “Goodnight, firecracker.”

….

You bombed the test, but you still got kisses despite his threats.

bakugo pushing izuku away for quite literally a decade, only to be the one to chase after izuku inhis mid 20s this is so. they're best friends now but there is an invisible wall that separates izuku from everyone else and bakugo just has to live with the fact that he deprived them of 10 years of friendship. because he was insecure & scared.

HIII I love ur smaus and the way you write the characters are just ,,,,,jdjdjdjjs anwyas,, could u mayhaps pls do a Bakugou x romantically oblivious reader?? I just think the dynamic would be hilarious LOLL !! ty and hope u have a great day/night!! :)) <33

wait, are you flirting? | k. bakugo

bakugo is very obviously into you. you think he's just a strangely intense friend.

They’ve not been together long,

Izuku normally reaches out first

But Katsuki wants to try!!

Izuku, you’re not allowed to look yet.

You can do it Kacchan!

"scissoring isn't realistic" "tribbing isn't good in real life" have you considered our pussies were meant to kiss. how about that