Do You Make The Animated Dividers Yourself? Like The Ones Where The Colors Zoom Past Idk How Else To

Lordss ur theme & music taste !!

hiii, girl ur theme is sm more coooler !!!

i love love ur links !! don't listen to these weirdos smh 😭 at the end of the day it's just porn they're doing tm really

honestly, like since when was there kerens on tumblr ! besides, they blocked me but keep circling back to my acc & interacting 😭??

HELLOOO !! im in need of banners, i know you find urs from hentai sites but may i ask which?? 🙏🏼

hiii !!!

i get mine from nhentai.com and hentaiera.com, but you can also find manga headers from users on tumblr like stepghost, lvsckgrlss, hentai-eccentric, strawsojuberry, and inkingblots !

on twitter you can find more headers on lewdxvisuals, ahegao, fakku, lewdmanga, and if you search on pinterest ‘anime 18+ headers’ you can also find a little something !

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Ik random bitches hating anonymously can be annoying so idk if I’m correct but you can block anons if that’s any help

I LOVE your links n writing keep it up

thanks for the tip, love !! appreciate you looking out for me & loving the content 🥹 <333

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✢ what we have . . . masterlist/rules ᭪

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hi!! I see that you read lady k and the sick man, and i was wondering if one day you counted on making a fic on the mc yuushi totsumoto >< ? Bc hes really hot and its making me sad to see nobody writing on him ( ·᷄ ︵·᷅ ) its not a request, im just really curious and i would eat it up if you did write for him 🫶🏼 have a good day and take care of you <33

hey!! i know i said my requests are closed but i ws originally planning to reply w the fic included, but i knew it would take a while bc i procrastinate a lot n i didnt wanna leave you hanging 😭!! i just wanted to let you know i will consider this and write for yuushi soon 🙂‍↕️ thank you, take care of yourself too babe 💗💗!!

Lovin the new layout it’s so pretty!

THANK YOUUUU 💋💋💋

i was wondering if ur a fan of haikyuu? if u are i was wondering if u could do some links for them if not its tots ok tho!! ><

ahh, haikyuu !! its been in my watchlist since 2020 😭😭

ill try to watch it & see what i can do 💖!

`· . ❛ content warnings. ❜ perverted choso kamo. voodoo. non-consensual. raw penetration. coercion. 18+ content.

choso always takes a seat behind you during art class, secretly admiring you with pragmatic, heart shaped eyes while his assignment lies forgotten. his attention is completely enthralled by you, and if anyone else saw him staring at you like that, they’d most definitely think he was a freak. he eyes your back profile, cherishing the fall of your pretty hair cascading over your shoulders and how it flows down your back, studying the way your arms extend, propped on the table to support your lean as you immerse yourself in your work.

“choso, stop staring at her and get back to work,” the professor sighs, and choso jolts out of his daze at the sudden reprimand, his focus on you breaking abruptly. you curiously turn around by the professor’s scolding, and your eyes meet a pair of flustered brown eyes. the male’s ears turn mildly red, immediately diverting his gaze elsewhere. your arm jerks awkwardly at the distraction, and it causes the sharp blade of the scissors to slip, and you accidentally nick your finger.

you wince, and quickly bring your finger to your mouth. you stand up from your chair to get a band-aid, and choso's eyes dart to the scissors—glancing around the room before he leans over and snatches the bloodied pair.

the perfect touch to his project he was working on, and without another thought, he snugly tucks it into his bag.

. . .

you return a few minutes later, searching questioningly for the pair of scissors you were using earlier, and you even look underneath your table, but they are nowhere to be found.

how odd.

you turn to the last resource you could think of—the boy with dark hair styled into two messy buns, a few strands of hair falling loosely and framing his undeniably gorgeous features.

choso kamo, the quiet, reserved, and stereotypical hot emo guy everyone rants about.

you’ve never really talked to him, mainly because you think he’s a little weird with the constant times you’ve caught him staring at you. so, you hesitate for a moment, clearing your throat, mustering up the courage to ask him about your mysteriously missing scissors.

“hey, by any chance, have you seen my scissors?”

choso blinks, completely caught off guard as his dark eyes skim around the classroom, and for a second, he’s just dumbfounded, idiotically staring at you as if he’s fucking stupid.

“uh—i, um… no, haven’t seen them,” he straightforwardly lies, as if he hadn’t just stole them—yet, he initially trips over his words and he mentally cursed himself for sounding so slow.

you hum, not pushing it upon hearing his response, so you decide to just let it go. “okay, mind if i borrow your scissors, then?” you ask, gesturing to the untouched pair of black scissors laying on his desk as his ears start to turn red again. you smile, and you notice how, for some reason, he always gets so jittery whenever you stare back at him or, on rare occasions, talk to him.

. . .

a cloud of unease rolls into the pit of your stomach, and your fingers clench around your pen. you shift uncomfortably in your seat, and that’s when your body stiffens in your chair, thighs instinctively clenching together as you feel a large, unidentifiable object splitting your velvety walls open.

holy shit.

you instantly clasp a hand around your mouth to stifle the moan threatening to escape your ruby glossed lips. your body tenses, goosebumps prickling up your skin while the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

what the hell?

. . .

choso leans against the cool tile wall of one of the bathroom stalls, his breath coming out in choppy, short circuted breaths as his mind whirls lewd thoughts of you—you looked too damn edible for your own good. the way you spoke to him, the way you bent over as your skirt hitched up exposing the curve of your ass as the fabric hardly made efforts to cover you brought him to his knees.

his thick digits wrap around his hard-on, stroking his bulge that had been painfully aching since he'd been eye fucking you earlier in class. shit. a groan tumbles from his slightly ajar lips, his hand gripping his throbbing cock as he aligns himself with the opening between the special replica of you. he slowly pushes in, imagining your flustered expression, and the confusion evident through your knitted brows as the helplessness etches on your face when you grow aware of the sudden feeling of your walls being stretched wide open.

situated in the farthest row of desks in your psychology class, you bite back a moan as you feel a slippery stir between your legs, a fleeting sting that dispersed into bliss. choso's hands tremble, and without wasting another second he pulls back, just until his pudgy tip teased the dolls socket, lightly thrusting into the soft cotton-lined hole inside that clung onto his gooey shaft, and you feel it again—your walls contracting against something as his mushroom tip nudges your cervix.

you lean back, your spine hitting the cold surface of the backseat as your fingers grip the edge of the desk for dear life, knuckles blanching as choso works himself deeper into the doll and it syncs to you, the nirvana pulsing through your veins as the color drains from your face. a quiet gasp slips past your lips which you swiftly disguise as a cough. your eyes flicker around the room nervously, and you can palpably feel the ridges of the veins on the underside of his cock as your plush walls squeeze him, accustoming to the stretch.

his hand tightens around the doll, mimicking the tightness he craved as his shaft disappears into the fluffy fiber. your thighs clamp shut and the sudden pace fastens. subconsciously, you began to dig your nails into the wooden planes of the table, shifting your hips and trying to ground yourself as choso pumps the doll on his rock solid length—a cry evoking his lips. he’s pathetically whimpering your name, and choso’s weak at the thought of ravishing you without even having to lay a single digit on you—the idea alone was just enough to have his knees buckling. he jerks his hips up to meet the thrust of his hand, and you can’t help the low grunts slipping past your own lips as his length drags against the ridges of your cloying, gummy walls, making it practically impossible for you to sit still.

your heart is well ahead of you, the muscles beating inside your chest rapidly as and the euphoria of his pudgy tip hitting against your hymen has your eyes rolling back, tears prickling the inner corners of your eyes as your windpipes expel shallow breaths. his lashes bat against his flushed, cherry tinted cheeks and his raven colored eyes flutter shut. his hand pumps more aggressively on his cock—and his orgasm approaches sooner than he anticipated.

you sense it, his dick twitching inside your spongy, spasming walls before shaky hips buck forward, triggering your stomach to churn in turmoils. choso’s engorged tip kisses your hymen and his warm, creamy seed gushes into the doll, stimulating your own orgasm. your back arches forward and you struggle to remain composed with the heat pooling in the innards of your gut as your teeth gnaw at your tender-vermilion lip, another soft moan slipping from you as you feel your mixed juices dribble down your sticky folds.

would yall be interested if i made an aki fic 🧛‍♀️