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Every time I attempt to shift I just get weird dreams

Like I was trying to shift into the MHA universe but I got a weird dream which mixed MHA and some weird Chinese novel I was reading last night. Then I saw Katsuki going on a date with a girl he really liked and he thought it was going well till his ego got the better of him and she got upset.

I come around and ask how he’s doing and he pushes me to the ground and says ‘leave me alone’ and I’m like ‘bitch tf?’

Then his date falls in a pool?? And he jumps in to save her?? But like, his pants fall off some how?? (He was wearing his pants lower than he usually does)

Then I woke up and starting thinking that I was a boy?? Like was I a boy in the dream?? Idk a lot happened

AND

The girl he was going on a date with was black and had a little bit of chub but he still liked her

I thought he’s the kind of guy that liked fit ppl and stuff

HES MY CHIIIIIILD

shinsou <3

So I’ve requested twice already can you tell that I’m obsessed with your work ??? Anyways, I’ve been retreading the itachi one you just put out and I’m squealing ! I would wait longer to request but today is my birthday so I’ll cut myself some slack! I am humbly asking for some Neji x Reader, something soft and something where he is not dead 😤 But thank u for your time and talent 🥺

aw ty!!! I’m so glad you enjoy my stuff 🥺😭💚 sorry I took so long with this and didn’t post it on your birthday, but I hope you had a great day!!

~ Sweethearts ~

(Neji x reader) fluff // 1.1k words

You trudged through the streets of the village stewing on the events of the day. It seemed that every small thing that could’ve gone wrong did, and on your birthday no less. Work was stressful, the weather was miserable, heavy droplets raining down from the dark sky above, and to top it all off you’d stepped in a puddle, resulting in an uncomfortably damp and squishy walk home. Finally, you reached the door of the house you shared with your boyfriend, Neji, and a potent sense of relief flooded through you as you turned the knob and stepped inside. At least after such a long day you could come home to him.

Immediately you were hit with the strong scent of burnt food, and was that a hint of vanilla you could sense underneath? A loud crash rang out from the kitchen around the corner and a low curse followed.

“Nej?” you called out curiously.

There was more fumbling and then Neji’s voice, an edge of panic to it, “Don’t come in yet! I’m not ready!” Then he continued muttering frustratedly under his breath, “Okay flour, got it… a teaspoon of salt… wait! A teaspoon?!”

Hearing the frenzied way he was dashing around in there you decided to ignore his plea and poke your head in. The messy scene you found inside was in stark contrast to the strict tidiness with which Neji usually kept your home, and to your surprised delight he matched his surroundings perfectly. He was leaning over a large metal bowl on the counter desperately trying to spoon out some of the white powder that was inside, the apron he wore covered in batter and both his face and long hair were dusted with flour.

“Need some help?” you offered with a smirk.

He whipped around, finally noticing you over his frantic baking attempts. “Why does the short form for teaspoons look so close to the one for a tablespoon?! They really should be more specific,” he huffed, brushing his hair out his face. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his frustrated state.

“I know it’s dreadful… so what’s all this?” you questioned with a curious smile, nodding towards him to indicate his messy state.

“Well…” he hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed “I wanted to make you a cake for your birthday. But as you can see,” he motioned vaguely to the scattered dishes and ingredients, “I’m a shinobi, not a baker. I burnt my first attempt and now there’s too much salt in this one!”

You cocked your head to the side and examined his bashful grin as you just stood and appreciated the thoughtful gesture for a moment. What did I do to deserve this amazing man? you thought. You had no idea, but here he was, standing before you looking so adorable and domestic in that apron you thought your heart could burst. All the stress from the day now far from your mind, a small chuckle fell over your lips and you and you gave him a quick kiss on his powdered nose.

“You’re so sweet Neji, you didn’t have to do all this.”

He scowled and protested, “It’s your birthday, (y/n), of course I did.”

You rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to give him another peck on the lips this time.

“How ‘bout we finish it together?”

His shoulders fell as he sighed with relief and the smile that you loved so much crept across his lips. “That would be great. Thank you.”

The next hour was spent baking a new cake to replace the one that Neji had burnt, a soft song playing low from the radio as he measured the ingredients metiously and handed them to you to add to the mixture. You brought a spoonful of finished batter to his lips, “How’s that?”

“Much better,” he replied with a chuckle.

Then you worked together to make quick work of the disaster zone that the kitchen had become and by the time it was back to its usual spotless appearance the oven dinged, signalling the completion of your shared baking effort.

It was still a little dry, and the icing was melting off the top because you’d put it on too soon, but even in spite of all that, that ugly little cake looked like that most delicious thing you’d ever seen.

You sat across from the man of your dreams and dug in, savouring every crumbly morsel. Halfway through your slice you looked up to notice that Neji had barely even touched his. Instead he sat with his chin propped in his hand, violet eyes trained on you like you’d just put the stars in the sky, not eagerly devoured half a piece of cake.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it, I know it’s not very good,” he urged.

You lowered your fork and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I think it’s delicious… it was made with love.”

He just chuckled and rolled his eyes at your corny line before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “Are you sure? I can go pick you something up at Amaguriama.” He began to rise from his seat at the offer so you followed suit and stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“I’m sure honey,” you assured him firmly, “I just want to spend the night with you. The cake doesn’t matter.”

The worry that painted his features softened a bit at your words and he pulled you into his strong arms for a deep embrace that lifted you off the floor. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to walk towards the bedroom.

“Hey wait! The dishes!” you laughed, pointing over his shoulder at the half eaten cakes on the table. He just shushed you and scattered a series of kisses across your face, causing you to giggle harder.

“I’ll do them tomorrow.”

Not really wanting to pull yourself from his arms to clean again you relented, letting him carry you to the bed where he laid you down gently and climbed in beside you. You could hear the rain beating down on the window pane, but from your cozy position snuggled up to the love of your life the dreary weather seemed less depressing and a little more cozy. For a while the two of you just laid there listening to the sounds of the rain and each other’s steady breathing as he held you. You barely noticed when he did, having started to doze off comfortably in his embrace, but through your drowsy half sleep you could still somewhat feel the sensation of his kiss on your forehead and hear him whisper, “I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

Can we get a step by step of your colouring and shading process? I'm especially intrigued by how you colour skin

Hopefully easy to understand? I use this same process for skin, hair, clothes and eyes (hair has the extra step to fit the hair but thats just a little thing)

Look how pretty my boi is 😩😩😩

I like drawing MHA manga panels! 😅😅

I want this hot piece of ass 👁👅👁

Big tiddie daddy vibes

HORNEE up in here 😂😂😅

Sugar Plump

PAIRINGS: Sebastian Stan x Plus size, Female! Reader

WARNINGS: The gifs and pictures in this fic is not mine, billionare! Sebastian, stripper! Reader, strip club, dirty talk, teasing, pole dancing, oral (both give and receive), spanking, fingering, rubbing, riding, anal, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, swearing, daddy kink, insecurities, comfort, aftercare.

Sebastian decided to celebrate with his friends at the best strip club in town and get laid tonight. Drinking in the bar, the DJ announced the next stripper and she caugh his attention.

Word count: 4207

This was a stupid idea that popped in my head and decided to write it. 😁

Masterlist

(D/P) = Dream Profession

They all cheered Sebastian Stan and clanked their glasses filled with different kinds of alcohol, laughing and chatting with one another as a sexy song played in the background. It is Sebastian’s 36th birthday and instead of throwing a party with other people, he wanted to be with his friends and a night of pleasure. They usually go to casinos and VIP bars but they wanted something new, so that’s how they ended up here, half-naked women walking around and sex noises can be heard around the halls.

It’s been a while since Sebastian had a woman in his bed and now he’s looking for the perfect one, rejecting the strippers who desperately wanted to get in his pants. The woman who is now on the stage started to dance and some of his friends are watching while he just glanced at her and shrugged, looking around the club if there’s anyone who can satisfy his-

“Seb!” His close friend, Chris Evans, nudged him on the arm and Sebastian whipped his head towards him, raising his brow as to why he called him. “Are you not gonna get a lady today? How about the one who’s dancing right now?” They gave a quick look to the blonde dancer as she slid down the pole and opened her legs, the audience cheering and throwing money, “She’s gorgeous.”

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