Anonymous asked:

shouto had always hated mirrors, thus its no surprise when yaoyorozu approached him with a stern frown. what surprised him though, was her sudden giggle when she tucked a stray silver hair beneath his wig. "ah, todoroki-kun," she tucks another unruly one, those rebellious red strands,soft fingers gentle on the marred skin, to settle behind his ear. "i think you need a trim."

peonydee answered:

he looked at her consideringly, at the slender hand she had yet to withdraw from his face. under his prolonged, direct gaze, she flushed and dropped her hand. he caught it, deftly lifted it with a palm against hers, and considered brushing a kiss over her knuckles the way gentlemen did in the movies. he wasn’t sure how she’d react to that, if she’d appreciate his efforts in getting in character or if she’d find it too forward.

Keep reading

#peonydee #random fic drops #todomomo #bnha #AAAAAAAAAH this is so sweet and cute #and YAOMAMA!#and i love how shouto consulted with deku about this #ahhhhh #i love this fic its so adorable #aah #they could always do reconnaissance missions omg #this is so adorbs i love this thank you so much

lilmikomiko reblogged

peonydee

Anonymous asked:

their scarred, calloused hands raked over the sable and silver strands of their hairs. naked, and tired flesh against the damp, cold stone, where the charter marks created slivers of light across their skin.

peonydee answered:

“don’t tarry,” he said. “our next meeting shall be under the stars beyond the ninth, never before it. you promised.”

“i did,” she snapped, irritation surmounting grief. “but i never promised to be gracious about it or whatever nonsense.”

Keep reading

#SABRIEL #random fic drops #AAAAAAAAAAH #PEONYDEE #I LOVE THIS #I REALLY REALLY LOVE THIS?#THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING #THANK YOU SO MUCH #AAAAAAAAAAAAH #abhorsen #AAAAH

lilmikomiko

don't let the bedbugs bite

as his wife of five years smacks her lips in mock-relish, adrien groans, half in long-suffering at her silly pantomime, half in anticipation. the parts of his body she has ravaged so far are well demarcated, the aptly named shade of lipstick vivid against the paleness of his wintered skin.

“i like it on you, kitty,” she says, even as she sidles down the length of him, settling between his legs. “bug bite, was it?”

she further demonstrates her appreciation by delicately applying a kiss mark on the tiptop of his aching cock, only to smear the crimson down his shaft, balls deep.

“fuck, mari! fuck!”

if this is how she plans on helping him with product-testing, adrien just might decide on taking home more work from now on.

I can’t even WHO THE FUCK DROPPED THIS and come morning, she’ll cover the lavender marks with the ticklish touches of a makeup brush. the bristles sensually sliding over his neck, following the curve of his nipple and– ok no i won’t feed you, hungry, dirty anon.

Submitted by anonymous

#mlnsfw #anon #random fic drops #WHAT THE HELL #(ppl are gonna kill me because there are tons of drops in my inbox but i reply to the filthe smut WHAT?!)#submission

lilmikomiko

OKAY

thank you for the christmas gift BUT WHO THE HELL SENT ME SUCH A FILTHY FILTHY FIC DROP

#personal #WHAT THE FAK #random fic drops

lilmikomiko

Anonymous asked:

in the quiet between missives, sakura turned her attention to other things: the children's ward, the reconstruction effort, the quiet burning of a far-flung love. his latest words, she kept in a pocket against her heart; when the paper crinkled, she smiled to remember him. in the evenings, she mouthed sentences to no one in particular, corrected grammatical errors she was sure he had made in the rush to send his sentiments across oceans and fields. his heart was worth the silence.

in turn, she composes her answers out of his careful words; her pulse fluttering at every stroke of her pen against the parchment. there is joy in reading his thoughts, which was once locked in his barred chest, now bared open for her to peruse and keep. thus, when dawn arrives, she sends her letter with sentences that could be mistaken for symphonies. she forms them like a soft lullaby, a gentle song for him to listen over and over again: i am here waiting. her hymns (vows) will ring all over the distances that came in between them - may it be the seas, the skies, or even the silences - hoping that he will always hear her. a voice that will guide her lost vanguard on his way home.

#random fic drops #sasusaku #ssfanfiction #anon #reply #its been a while since i replied?

lilmikomiko reblogged

geek-fashionista

Anonymous asked:

(1/3) Red was the color of anomaly. It was the color of errors, of the exclamations when the compiler tries to find that missing semi-colon. The color of alerts once it detects that the numbers were exceeding their thresholds, that sudden critical moment when the load gets overwhelmed.

geek-fashionista answered:

(2/3) A little red bug, that transformed him into her very own Trojan horse…or knight, he smiles. She became his one-percentage flaw, out of the ninety-nine percent of his supposed perfect life, wanting her to flit over the rigid structures, truncating his processed daily motions with her mere presence.

(3/3) That’s why when she asks out loud : “You can see me, can’t you?” /Hello,/ He thinks, as his fingers fly all over the keys. /my world/. Adrien cannot simply compress within a simple command line, of what he felt when her brilliant eyes stared back at him, becoming his personal blue screen of death.

GIF by carthaginiansandelephants

#lilmikomiko #random fic drops #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #wow its been awhile since i've written a fic drop huh #reblogging it in the main

lilmikomiko

Anonymous asked:

a half-step later and they were back where they began, with sakura's feet planted eleven inches squarely behind his. "you needn't wait on me," she murmured, worrying the band of skin on her ring finger left bare by recent unkind circumstance. "i know," sasuke said. "it doesn't fix anything," sakura continued, looking away from him. "i know," he said. the distance between them was a familiar width, small and slight. the silence between them was a gulf he could not breach. (1/2)

without thinking, his hand swung back, only to touch empty space. no one to hold, he suddenly remembered. sakura closed her coat against the autumn chill and her solemn eyes stayed fixed on the road before them. “sakura…i…” but what could he say? how could he explain a half-life’s worth of mistakes in the space of only moments before an undue end? how could he tell her so cleanly that he regretted leaving her —them—behind? (2/2)

sasuke always had this gnawing fear of being alone, of returning to an empty home, the silence inside of its walls only broken with the screams of his mind.

he conquered those fears: he lived with it for decades, on his path to perdition. he breathed it in his sleep on his travels, on his road to redemption. all done to ensure that his wife and child, or anyone else, would never experience his tragedies

and yet, when his fingers didn’t catch the swells of her wrist, and his eyes couldn’t meet her green gaze, gleaming even with the tiniest of light from a waning moon - he knew.

nothing would be enough; there were no amount of touches (a soft poke) and promises (till next time) he could use to build a bridge to cross this chasm he created.

“just…”but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try

“stay.”

his throat tightened. he can’t be afraid now.

“sasuke-kun,”

his suffix, his endearment, trembled,.

“when i asked you,”

his outstretched hand curled into a fist.“did you stay?”

the truth was hard to admit.

sasuke prepares himself to hear sakura say the unimaginable.

i’m sorry.@blanket-fictions and @peonydee : *makes a shot*

#sasusaku #ssfanfiction #random fic drops #I HATE YOU #please

lilmikomiko reblogged

windsilk

“mummwhmf..mfmfmf mfke dt?” sasuke’s judging stare met her innocent green eyes, with those lips still wrapped around the stiff, sugarless ice pop. [what sasuke wanted to say : “stop making sucking noises, darling. please.”] what sasuke-speak filtered out : “mama, you look ridiculous.” after a noisy pop, (which again, of all things holy, tested sasuke’s sanity) sakura answered him with a bit of a wheeze at the end of her breathy sentences. “my throat is sore.” she croaked, pausing to suck at the sides of the pop to prevent it from dripping to her fingers. “my feet are swelling. i can’t walk. the room is too hot.” he raises an eyebrow to say, your point is? “i’m too tired to have sex.” her voice cracks, biting at the tip with frustration. “but i want to.” first, he tilts his head to take all her words in, then he takes hold of the ice pop to brush his lips against her mouth. “i’m sorry.” “huh?” “to make amends, do you want me -” he gives a tentative lick at the object that just destroyed his legendary patience, and takes great pleasure when he hears that audible, thirsty gulp from his sole audience. “ - to entertain you?”

written by @lilmikomiko art by @sakuries

#nsfw #random fic drops #excuse me these are quality #:D #look at how sasuke craves this is quality smut u guys #ssfanfiction

lilmikomiko reblogged

windsilk

“because you are so fixated with holes,” sakura grabs the melting tomato popsicle, gives it a thorough lick from its base, then after making it glistening, she places the tip of the pop on the rim of her favourite strawberry donut hole, unwilling gift from her loving hubby “let’s try to fill that up” she purrs as she takes vengeance at their last nocturnal adventures “no, sakura please.” he gasps. “the potoo is watching us” but his dear wife, and her violent dominating streak merely pressed the cold sugary blade to the swell of his inner cheeks. “no,” a green eye looked at the periphery, meeting the gaze of one terrified yellow eye from a scandalized woodland creature. “you like being watched, don’t you?” throat parched, he cannot formulate a reply, as sakura took his senses with the maniacal glint of her eye. the way her bosoms heaved told him that she too, was deeply affected by this scandalous tryst. “now make this easier for the both of us,” there is a dangerous growl from his lovely lioness, asserting who rules between them. “thrust this,” she slaps his reddening rump, her muscles flexing with the force.“up.” “good.” the whisper wasn’t as comforting as the cold reprieve of the icy delicacy that soothed his bottoms. “shall we start?” from the lone, wilting tree branch, the potoo squawked.

written by @lilmikomiko

#random fic drops #im proud of this excuse me #ssfanfiction #wtf am i writing #look at the poor scarred potoo #nsfw

lilmikomiko

@peonydee

For her birthday that year, Sakura served breakfast in bed. Four pieces of toast formed the base of her masterpiece, lined the hollow beneath his diaphragm and down the dip of his belly. With her surgeon’s hands, she arranged the poached eggs into big white teardrops, one over the bread and another over his left pectoral. A slice of tomato and a ring of onion graced his other breast, the cool moisture from the tomato causing his nipple to pucker in irritation. The chunks of bacon she saved for last, cross-hashed beneath the bed of toast, teasingly close to where his legs meet his hips, the grease pooling in places she’d be hard pressed to clean. Over all this, she ribboned warm hollandaise sauce liberally.

“I’ve always been curious, anata,” she told him, “whether your immortal master had ever passed on his more flamboyant skills of the tongue.”

“I thought that would have been obvious,” he retorted. “I’m willing to demonstrate once you’re done with breakfast.”

“You mean our breakfast, Sasuke-kun. Show me: take that egg into your mouth without breaking the yolk.”

i am not dignifying a reply to this filthy submission that defiles my favorite meal of the day

Submitted by anonymous

#peonydee #random fic drops #i hate you #submission

lilmikomiko reblogged

pastelsasuke

Anonymous asked:

her fingers first brushes against the curling fringers; a gentle caress on the edges of his jaw. hands swept across his face, meticulously gathering all of his loose strands at the base of his neck. he feels the curling of her wristbone on his nape, and the soft pull - then with a snap, his hair is tied neatly. his wife then pecks the side of his cheek, "there," she wrinkles her nose, "you better when i can see your face"

pastelsasuke answered:

he returns home one day to his wife bent over a basket of their daughter’s soiled clothes. it’s not what grabs his attention. since his return and his stability, he’s eased the load off her but try as he might he can’t seem to get sakura off the habit of leaving things for him to do as well.

it is the way she keeps reaching up to touch her really short hair. the ends curl under her ear; a round bob that, when she looks up at him with her wide green eyes, freckled face and thin lips wide open, make her look so young.

“i got a haircut,” she tells him so obviously.

he nods his head, the shorter, messier strands of his hair falling out of the half-updo she’s gotten him to wear on a daily basis. “i see that.”

“ino’s idea,” she elaborates, rolls her eyes and reaches up to touch the strands again, tuck rebellious forelocks behind her ear just to have them fall in front of her eyes again. “she says i should try a new look.”

he hums to let her know he is listening, reaching over his hand to grab one of sarada’s cardigan, observe its wrinkles and minor stains of what looks like tea or frozen coffee. he sets it down on the right pile. reaches for another article.

“do…” she clears her throat, grabs one of their daughter’s more intimate clothing. “do you like it…? my haircut?”

Keep reading

#random fic drops #bleary fic droppings at early morn #youkandas #les #i really love sasuke and sakura and hair #and and THIS ;A: sasuke and his wife's hair #omg #sasusaku #ssfanfiction

lilmikomiko reblogged

saesniijima-deactivated

Anonymous asked:

to his surprise, marinette gives him a set of colors, and her thick sketchbook. with a coy smile, she requests: /draw me a dress that you would want me to wear/ and she drops a peck at his cheek. /i'll make it for you./ ( later on, to her surprise, when marinette cheng wakes up, there is a beautiful gown outline, made up of swirling galaxies and glowing starlight. [i think,] he writes at the edge [you should be stellar :3

saesniijima-deactivated answered:

Weeks later, he comes home to find a silk tulle red dress, adorned with constellations of twinkling garnets and shimmering golds. Beside it, a note: It shines brightest by candlelight. ;)

#random fic drops #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #AND IS SHE IMPLYING THAT THEY GO ON A DATE #adrinette #sort of #LADYNOIR #white-plum #ml fanfiction

lilmikomiko reblogged

okashiras

Anonymous asked:

it is all drawn in confusing series of blobs: a small boy & a tall girl, sharing a familiar brown-red box, eating chocolate covered cookies out from it. her /you'll be famous one day, rohan-chan!/ the red cursive winked at him, drawing a pocky stick for an exclamation mark (reimi sucks at horoscopes, but she does make good prophecies.)

#random fic drops #rorei #jjba #pls

lilmikomiko reblogged

pastelsasuke

Anonymous asked:

"why." sasuke turns away, his curled fist trembling. "i can't take this anymore" he hisses, gritting his teeth. "if there's one thing i can't accept. it's betrayal." ( /idontknowwhatyoumean/, les shamelessly lies ) red eyes flash in anger, as he takes in the sight of new shiny bust of a pretty butt beside her bed. "then who's ass is that les? WHO?"

pastelsasuke answered:

MIKO SHUT THE HELL UP I CANT BELIEVE YOU /)/////(\

#les #u r wrong #u r hurting my avenging son #tho if we talk about asses i think kanda's ass is more defined than sasuke's #sasuke's ass upgraded when he got his booty moving with sakura #his ass bloomed #random fic drops #<3

lilmikomiko reblogged

windsilk

Anonymous asked:

that is why shino hides his ears: he's hiding his studs. ( and the cookies in his pockets ) and he frequently wins his fights.

windsilk answered:

he has no problem not being recognized because when he’s decked out in red spandex, outgoing and body fully visible, he’s so vastly different from the regular shino

shino wears hulking clothing because he’s hiding his fashion designs, because shino has an eye for fabrics and embroidery

kiba, in turn, is chat noir. akamaru isn’t too pleased to see kiba hanging around with cats, but he understands because kiba has a duty to make dumb puns and save the world.

sasuke is hawk moth. he is mostly obsessed with making others woo sakura for him. he doesn’t really care for acquiring ladybug or cat related powers; he’s done his time in gaining in strength. he just wants to ride around on his hawk and be at peace. he also thinks sakura might like butterflies.

she isn’t nearly so charmed.

#random fic drops #WINDSILK #THIS IS A MASTERPIECE #THANK U #I KNOW I COULD COUNT ON YOU #PLS THIS IS AMAZING #U R AMAZING #I LOVE YOU #RHEA #PLS #I NEED THIS AS A SERIES

lilmikomiko reblogged

peonydee

Anonymous asked:

There was a box of jelly donuts ( bearing the Dupain-Cheng logo ) on the table beside his bedroom door. And to his horror, the box had a grey post-it bearing half-warning, half-exasperated words : "Eat the half-dozen of these. And the others to Miss Cheng. You need all your strength for your photo shoots, and her show tonight. Coffee will be arriving shortly. P.S. I have the most unfortunate task from Mr. Agreste : I have to tell you to keep it down,"

peonydee answered:

@lilmikomikoTHIS IS YOU DANGNABBIT DONT EVEN

you dared donut smut me you dared!

just you wait when I finish my paper for the week and my divorce AU

#random fic drops #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #yes i dared #i love u #PLEASE THIS WASNT EVEN SMUT?#PLS

lilmikomiko

Anonymous asked:

Sakura glared at her husband--no amount of lowkey shrinking could hide his six-feet soon-to-be dead meat. She couldn't even complain to Ino--"my ice cube husband went down on me last night and now I wanna kill him." What woman would complain about that? The type married to men who abandon their breakfasts to seduce their hapless wives without even gargling to wash out the bits of half mastic area pancake and sticky maple syrup off their faces. UTIs literally suck.

dear @peonydeethis betrayal deeply incapacitated my. why why why did you do this to me? we were against YEAST infections. WHY. I CAN TAKE HITS FROM OTHERS BUT NOT FROM YOU.i LOVED YOU ATE. YOU WERE MY SISTER.please expect future retribution.

#peonydee #reply #random fic drops #I WILL RECOGNIZE YOUR WRITING EVEN IF IM BLINDED #I RECOGNIZE IT