#SHRIEKS/POS

[ggloriflower]

Merry Christmas my fellow Smajor coded fae-folk!!!

Hot chocolate be upon ye!

Wait, i can't send photos...

Eh, imaginary hot chocolate!!

YAAAYYYY HOT CHOCOLATE THANK YOUUUUUUUU

I shall hand you some chocolate chip cookies in return ☝️

[kensatou]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[lenny-zesty]

the credits imply they got to have a 2nd prom. n and uzi got to have a prom as a couple im screaming crying throwing up

[lonely-saylor]

Reading Killing Time and my face is just

[miki-13]

[azurajay]

SECRET LIFE SESSION 6 SPOILERS

i'm freakin OUT yall

SO much of session six was UNBELIEVABLY potent i feel so rinsed out

first of all?? idk if anyone clocked what the explosion sound was when lizzie died as the final death knell bc i havent watched anyone else yet, but the fact that from grian's pov he and etho just kinda went ???? anyway, bc it just added to the intensity of what they were doing anyway -- and THEN JOEL MINUTES LATER IN CHAT GOING wait. WAIT. ,was SOOOOO

AND THEN GRIAN DYING ON THE BUTTON AND GETTING STUCK LIKE THAT... GODDDD give the writers and artists two days and we will be SWIMMING in watcher headcanons, im so excited 😭

and then we must address the canary in the coalmine,,,,,,, or lack thereof? the curse is broken????? The Canary Curse Has Been Broken. what the HELLLLL MAN I FEEL SO CONFLICTED - jimmy dying second just feels Right though. it all feels Right. i am sad about the trio who did kick it tho, i feel like they never get to stick around 😭😭😭

this is not to even MENTION everything else that happened - plus ive only watched grian so far so ive definitely missed sooo many other potent shenanegains but ohhhhhhmygodddddd what a session

[definitivelynotanalien]

Mouths and Teeth

I rarely draw open mouths but I missed the freaky all-canine/fangs set. Like why would you need that many canines my bro? (For carnivorous reasons of course)

Which, a fun fact. There's few OC's I add the little points at the corners of their mouth. I have them irl more like markings that indents, but they're a fun way to make mouths stand out

[watatsumiis]

psst, check your kofi :D

WAIT

WAIT

OH MY GOSH??? IM GONNA CRY YOURE SO SO SO SWEET ???? YOU REALLY DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT OMG 😭😭😭😭 BUT THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH AAAAHHH

[writersdrug]

Bartender Simon and reader compilation of them having physical contact throughout the day? Like brushing fingers when handing off drinks, or him putting a hand on her hip in the walk as he says,” behind,” to stop her from freaking out as he grabs something overhead, etc .thank youuuuuuuuuu

You guys are making me jealous of reader I swear-

You're the one who starts this game, even if it's unintentional. You ask him for a pen one day, yours is empty and you've got a six top in the corner that's ready to order. He gives you one from the bar, and you tap his forearm twice. "Thanks, Simon!" You say, skipping of to your table.

Simon Simon Simon... he stares after you, replaying your voice and your touch in his mind. It's so nonchalant for you, but it's got him derailed from whatever he was doing. Oh, right. Bartending.

But he makes a point to make you understand what you're doing to him. You're punching in a payment at the POS when you suddenly feel a hand on your upper back, and you freeze.

"Behind ya." He mumbles, reaching over you and into the cabinet to grab a to-go box. "Sorry, stealin' your boxes. I'm out."

You feel his fingers slide across your back until they retreat, and it takes everything within you to suppress a shiver. You look back at him once he leaves, feeling your face heat up and your lips quiver. Behind the bar, there's a fresh stack of to-go boxes.

Sneaky bastard.

You get him back, though. On a busy night, you jog behind the bar, nearly colliding with Simon. He stills and raises his hands. "Careful, Christ-"

You worm your way past him, ever-so-slightly pressing against his front, giving him the perfect angle of your tits. He can't breathe as you wiggle through - the fabric of his shirt and yours do little to quell the blazing heat he feels from you.

"That soda gun's broken!" You call out, filling the two glasses in your hand with the gun at the opposite end of the bar. You then trot back over and squeeze by him again - this time, your ass barely graces his cock, and he swears it nearly leaps to life just to feel the brush of your backside. "Thanks!" You call over your shoulder, disappearing into the restaraunt.

Simon takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, staring at the bartop and trying not to go feral. (You're making it very hard for him). He picks up the soda gun and pushes all of the buttons - they all work fucking fine.

Come the following week, Simon decides to be bold. You sit at the bar on a slow Tuesday evening, watching the game on the telly, occasionally reaching over the bar to snag a fry (they're Simon's, but he hasn't touched them in a while - they would get cold). Your two tables are talking amongst themselves, waiting for their food. You would glance back into the kitchen window and check the warmer for their orders, but so far, Soap's still working on them. So you relax, having nothing better to do.

You're hoisted out of the barstool when two, large, meaty hands grab you by the waist. You shriek, dropping your fry, grabbing onto Simon's forearms as he lifts you up and deposits you onto your feet.

"Stop eatin' my chips, stop slackin', n' go roll silverware." He grumbles - he gives you two, sharp pats on the small of your back, the tips of his fingers on the curve of your ass.

You can't find it in yourself to turn around and gripe with him. You can't even look at him. You scurry off and run upstairs in search of fresh napkins, face red as a tomato and your stomach fluttering nicely. This is normal, right? This is what waitressing lis like - flirtatious behavior everywhere, both giving and receiving. It doesn't mean anything. Right?

Simon chuckles. He'll take that as a win.

[luvlyycy]

Y / N : A SUPER HOT MUMMY SORT OF TELEPORTED IN MY ROOM DO I FUCK IT

, , , , , , yes !

a / n : WELL WELL WELL AAA , MUMMY!CLOUD IS FINALLY HERE. this is probably the longest kinktober fic of all kinktober that i have haha... but!! hope you enjoy <3

kinks included ! <3 : hair pulling (m! recieving) , bath sex , very very subtle pain kink (m! recieving from hair pulling) , uhmmm? virginity taking? (m! recieving) , top! reader , hentai-ish plot , also reader is technically fucking somebody dead since Cloud's a mummy .

You stretch your arms above your head, yawning. It’s warm inside your apartment, a clear contrast to the soft raining outside.

You throw the blanket off your body, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The only sound within the apartment is you making your way to your bathroom, you don’t even notice that something is following you until you turn around.

You let out a loud shriek, seeing the male in your bathroom- his skin is wrapped with what looks like bandages, a trail of sand behind him.

His eyes have a dim glow as he tilts his head to the side, a few pieces of spiky blonde hair peeking through the cracks of his wrappings.

“What are you doing in my house?!” you shriek, backing up into your cold wall, bumping your head against it.

“I… don’t know.” he croaks out, his voice barely above a whisper as he steps closer to you.

His hands are shaky as he reaches out to you, his screen incredibly dry— a few cracks on his showing cheek. The bandages stretch across his nose, loose around his neck.

You feel as though your heart may explode.

“W-Well, you can go home now!”

Seeing a hot mummy in your house wasn't on your halloween bucket list, but hey— blessings come in mystery ways.

Some sand trickles down from his fingertips before he speaks, “I don't… know where I am.” he manages out. He lowers his head to you as if he were embarrassed about it, “I-I don't know what to do.”

Well, you'll be damned. Maybe it's your kindness, or maybe it's because he's so damn cute but,

“You can stay.. I-I guess. But we have to wash that sand off of you!”

After a bit of struggling to remove his wrapping, he sits shyly in your tub— he looks a bit confused.

Pale skin slightly cracked in a few areas with what seems to be hardened sand between the cracks. He also has sand on his hands— that you're currently washing off.

"What's that?" he says, leaning closer to it, to seemingly sniff— "Soap." you respond, he manages out a quick, 'oh', before settling back into the warm water. You slide your soapy hands up his body and tangle them in his sandy, knotted hair. Jeez, boys can never take care of themselves. 

He stays perfectly still, almost like one of those cats who let the water run off their heads. You look at him, trying to put a name to his face.

“What’s your name?” you hum out.

“Cloud.” he whispers, eyes peering up at you despite the water running down his face. You frown at the running reminder that you haven't washed up either. He probably wouldn't mind, you hoped.

You hook your fingers underneath your sleeping shirt, pulling it over your head. Cloud makes a tiny noise, between a purr or a growl as he stares. You barely notice, shimmying out your pajama shorts— you never wear anything underneath when you sleep, so you just sit across from the thing in your apartment.

He's staring. Very intently.

"What?" you just assumed mummies weren't attracted to anything, or don't have dicks since most of their bodies are eroded anyway.

He spares a moment to choke out, "Beautiful," he inhales, dragging his fingertips up the front of your leg, "You're beautiful."

Cloud admits, he's never seen a woman fully naked until now. But you were practically Cleopatra in his eyes— your body looking incredibly soft compared to his cracked skin. It's driving a heat between his legs that he's never felt before. Instinctively, he grabs his growing cock— his face turning in discomfort as he does so.

You giggle, "Thanks. You're not so bad looking either." you then pour some of your soap on your hands, beginning to wash yourself.

"I don't— know, what's going on— but I think I have to get out."

"Huh? Why?" you question, genuinely concerned.

He looks between his legs, frowning heavily, "I'm... hard?".

You don't know what to say, your eyes widening as you let out a sound of shock, "You— have a cock?!" he groans, "Of course I do— It's just, never got hard!" he exclaims, clearly stressed.

"I don't know what to do! Do you?" he asks, shuffling in the tub— hands thrown up in the air.

"Well, ye-yes."

"Then, then do something." he quiets down, his hands shaking. It just keeps getting worse, he thinks, the more he looks at your body the harder his cock gets, "It, it hurts." he mumbles.

You scoot closer, "Does it?" he nods, you hum. You begrudgingly wrap your hand around his cock beneath the water. He lets out a tiny hiss, bucking up into your hand— in response, you slowly drag your hand up his cock then right back down.

He places the back of his hand over his mouth, sand messily falling from his palm, "That, that feels good—." he says, muffled.

You nod. You're sat awkwardly between his legs, jacking him off slowly with your dominant hand— "How, uh. How is this going to help?" he asks, "Once guys cum, they usually.— They usually get soft, which means it won't hurt anymore."

He nods, letting out another sound when you speed up, wrapping one of your hands loosely around his heavy balls. The soap from earlier already washed off your hands as soon as you dipped them in the water.

You watch Cloud's reaction, the blush on his face spreading unevenly due to his skin. It's also making you pretty aroused.

"I, I feel something—" he gasps, wrapping his hand around your wrist, "I- I think I'm going to, to cum." he gulps as he leans closer to you.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let it out. Cum as much as you need."

Oh boy, does he listen. He lets out a long string of moans as he just simply fucks up into your hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. He cums so much, you can see it shooting out the tip of his cock in the water— you can tell it's thick.

You let him fuck out his orgasm until he's done, releasing his cock.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, yes I think so." he sighs, looking down at his cock....noticing it's still hard.

"Why.. is it still hard..?"

"Your dick probably wants more." against your better judgment, you climb ontop his lap finding his shocked face amusing. (:0)

"What're you doing?—"

"This way, we can, uh, both be pleased." you say, scratching at your cheek.

He nods, "Okay. Uhm, take the lead I suppose."

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip around your messy folds before inserting it. As soon as the tip slips you in you remember a bit too late—

Cloud's a virgin. You're taking Cloud's virginity.

"Feels— aggh, feels so fucking— good." he's breathing heavy, dick already twitching inside of you. He looks up at you, pupils genuinely becoming hearts as he does so. You sink down more and you let out a satisfied sigh because of just how much, how well he fills you up.

He wraps his arms around your body, a few of the cracks on his face growing a dim pink color. Soon your pussy is swallowing all of his cock, bottoming out.

You place your hands on his face, leaning your forehead against his, "Am I the first girl you've ever fucked?" you raise your hips, "Fucked?" he responds, "If that's what I'm doing; yes." he sighs.

You slowly lower your hips earning yourself a strangled moan out of the mummy.

"Thrust up— like, like you were doing into my hand." you whisper against his lips and he quickly nods, obeying you and fucking up into you.

You moan against him as he does the same to you, clawing at your back, "It feels so good. I wanna cum s'bad— it feels so good so good." he repeats, letting out a groan you use your thumb to open his mouth and lick at his tongue. His tongue is warm and sort of dry, you note.

Oddly enough, you feel as though you're slutting the poor mummy out, his thrusts aren't that good but still his large n thick cock gets the job done.

You grasp his hair, pulling which causes his hips to stutter and let out a loud hiss, "I'm gonna— going to—"

"Cum, Cloud. Cum for me. It feels so good if you cum inside of me" you whisper against his neck, and he lets out multiple groans as he fucks his cock deeper n deeper into your cunt; cumming. The feeling of his thick cum filling up your pussy is enough to push you over that metaphorical edge.

You stay there for a moment, releasing his dirty blonde hair— his head falling back with his mouth open—

"Cloud..?" you ask, shaking him a bit, the cracks on his body leaking sand— "Nooo..." he groans, "...all my energy...is gone..." you giggle at this, finding him awfully cute.

You step off him and wrap yourself in a towel, "Well, how do you recharge?"

"......Coffin..." he replies.

You don't have a coffin, but maybe...

Cloud lays in the blanket fort you created for him, feeling a bit more energetic. "Soft coffin." he smiles, dragging his hand up your cheek as you lay beside him— the both of you still in towels, you're the only one still damp. I guess mummy skin absorbs water.

"Yeah, soft coffin." you giggle, looking at his eyes, then his lips. You press your head against his forehead before kissing him, giggling when he lets out a tiny squeak but kisses back.

[liliths-missing-pen]

hii!! This probably sounds weird but im gonna try making it sound better😭😭

I would like to request floyd, idia, azul, and lilia (or malleus instead of lilia) with a bitey s/o! That sounds weird but i mean- an mc who bites them, but not too hard,, almost playful, and friendly (?) I would like to clarify that theyre not a child, just a really bitey 18 y/o😭

Can be platonic or romantic! Tysm for even reading this, and writing this even tho it sounds so, so weird, and silly😓😇 (honestly not sure if ure even gonna write this but hopefully nlng,, thankyu po😇)

Floyd, Idia, and Azul with a S/O Who Likes To Bite Them!

I hope you don't mind that I made it kind of like impulsive thoughts that the mc actually goes through with. But oh my goodness I had this request sitting on the bottom of my inbox and drafts because of school... I also had no clue what to write for Lilia or Malleus so I apologize. I hope you enjoy it though!

Masterlist

Floyd Leech

Okay but like let's be honest here. Floyd is biting you back lmao.

The first time you bit him he was probably confused but probably giddy just from excitement.

I can see Floyd being a bitty child as he grew up just trying to bite anyone he could. Yes, Floyd has at least tried to bite Azul once when they were children. This would be an expression of him being happy, content or protective of a friend Floyd.

So when he realized you liked biting him, he was excited he could regain his bitty habits, much to Azul's dismay.

If you ever bite him whether it be in public or private be ready to be bitten back.

"Oh, Shrimpy wants to play today?~" Floyd stated as he gave you a toothy grin. You laughed nervously, glancing up at the 6-foot lanky eel. "So what if I do?" You joke, turning your heel to head to the VIP room which Azul had called you to previously in the day.

Floyd wasn't having it though, gaining a tight grasp on your wrist and pulling you back to see his heterochromatic eyes staring down at you. "Nuh uh uh~ Shrimpy want to play, so I want to play too!" He said gleefully as he went to nibble on your ear, making you shriek.

"Floyd we're out in public you can't do right now," you scolded him. "Big talk for a shrimp who bit me first,~" he slyly smirked at you as his grasp on your wrist loosened but as you started to walk away into the Monstro Lounge's VIP room you knew that this incident wasn't going to be dropped when you visited Floyd later.

Azul Ashengrotto

Once again I headcanon that Floyd was a biter as a child. This means that Azul has had his encounters with people who seem to not think exactly before they do something

Not saying that you were exactly like Floyd but it does give Azul flashbacks when he feels your teeth on his supple skin.

He has and will yelp if you catch him off guard. Depending on whether you're in public or not he will shoot you a glance saying "Stop, people are watching."

He's learnt how to deal with you and your... Biting tendencies and he loves you for it. He's begun to tease you for it at times as well when he's bold just to see that red hue creep up on your cheeks and that adorable embarrassed face you make.

However, he won't be as pleased if you and your impulsive thoughts bite him when he's in an important meeting for the lounge...

Ever since you and Azul got together, it became normal to see you sitting in his office, sometimes even during his meetings. In the dimly lit room chatter amongst the two parties, "Mr. McCo, I understand there's been a recent storage of chickens but that's no reason to jump the prices by 10 dollars by the pound."

"Mr. Ashengretto, that's just how it works there's been a much more scarcity of chicken that I must make this price jump."

You were just sitting beside Azul not paying too much attention to the bargaining at hand and instead the light on the ceiling. Your eyes wandered till you saw Azul's shoulder. You wondered how it would feel if you just..

CHOMP!

Well, there goes that business deal.

Idia Shroud

Congrats, you broke him.

Okay but seriously though, Idia has never really had confidence and this concept bled into his thoughts about his appearance. He has flaming hair and sharp, shark-like teeth due to his family curse. Anything related to it he despises with all of his being.

I could see the two of you petty bickering about something, probably game-related and it morphs into something else leading to his appearance. Off-handedly mentioning how he's "scary and could eat you with his sharp teeth."

You can imagine at that goes over, the two of you bursting out in laughter at the stupidity.

Then suddenly, CHOMP!

You jokingly made an attempt on his arm.

Idia yelped at the sudden movement you made on him pulling back his arm. "What- What was that for?!" He exclaimed, "There's more than one person who can bite." You snicker, and in return, Idia stares at you in horror.

"I- What the hell is wrong with you?!"

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Yeah... Maybe don't bite Idia lol

I take commissions!

[misssilversunny]

Incel shiggy kidnaps idol reader

Or rents lookalike idol reader (and he does what he wants with her bc this is the closest hell ever get) (then gives a fat check accompanying his fat load)

God, so many thoughts… head in hands rn/pos

Couldn’t decide on which one I like more, so here’s both kinda. Part two to this. Also, I’m assuming that by lookalike, you mean a sex worker who cosplays as the reader? I hope this is to your liking!

MDNI

CW/TW: Implied Kidnapping, Shigaraki is an incel so his opinions of sex workers are Not Great, I’m very new to writing smut

Shiggy tries hiring lookalikes but they never compare to you. You’re pure, a saint- no, goddess among men. These whores simply use your likeness to make a quick buck off of filthy nobodies like him. But sometimes a toy isn’t enough.

He hires one he finds on a porn site. They’re a convincing lookalike, even going so far as to mimic your voice. Even though you don’t talk like that. She laughs at a subpar joke he made, her laugh high and shrill, closer to a shriek than your angelic voice.

He brings her home while everyone else is out or in their rooms. He’s already been flamed by Dabi for spending so much on chicks that look like you, just thinking about it pisses him off.

He drags her into the room by her arm, ignoring her whining about his grip. When they get to his room, he tosses her on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock without looking at her.

She has on a pair of themed panties with little bows on them. She says her “best friend” got them for her. They’re themed after that damn boy idol group. Specifically, the boy who’s constantly touching you or making you laugh. That little shit has no fucking right being pressed up against your cunt, themed underwear or not.

Shigaraki turns her panties to dust, kneeling down until he’s face to face with her pussy. He shoves his face in, licking her slit and plunging his tongue into her hole. He wanted to practice before the real thing. He knew that one day you would be his, and he needed to be sure that he was your best. Plus, he found that he actually enjoyed eating pussy. He knew once you two were together, he’d be buried between your thighs 24/7.

He sped up his tongue as her moans got louder, circling her clit and tapping it before going back to her soaked hole. She sounded fake at first, but soon her voice became genuine as her orgasm approached.

Shigaraki flipped her onto her back before dropping back to his knees. He showed no mercy, sucking her clit into his mouth and licking it in tighter circles as his fingers plunged inside of her. With one final suck, her thighs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed into her.

He forces her legs apart as he lines himself up and fully sheathes himself in one harsh thrust. Her legs clamp around him as he sets an unforgiving pace. His dick has an extreme upward curve, and his position keeps hitting her g-spot without even trying.

She’s teary eyed at this point, begging him for more. He grabs her thighs and pushes them until her knees are by her ears, leaning down until their breaths were mixing.

He leans further and licks a stripe up her throat, biting just below her jaw. "Gonna breed this nasty cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, lips pulled into a sneer.

“Yes, Ohmyfuckinggod please cum in me. I need it please oh my god oh fuck." Just another way she wasn’t you. You’d beg him to pull out. But it didn’t matter. He was too close to complain.

With a final cry into the musky air, her cunt clamps down on his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he presses himself flush with her hips, spurting out rope after warm, thick rope of cum into her pussy.

He stays inside for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching the globs roll out of her abused cunt. He doesn’t snap a picture, instead leaving $1,500 on the nightstand next to her before leaving to clean himself up.

He’s scrolling on his phone a little while later when he sees you’ve posted to your Twitter again. Your group is going to be returning to the city in three weeks and holding a concert the day of their return. You’re posting about how you can’t wait to be reunited with your beloved pet cat and sleep in your bed again.

Shiggy gets tickets to the concert and decides to follow the car the group came in to your house. After everyone has gotten to their homes, you are dropped off last at a fancy looking apartment. Shiggy watches you enter the building and watches the windows to see which light turns on.

You’re high up, but that doesn’t deter him.

He walks into the building, trying his best to not draw attention to himself as he climbs the stairs. He reaches your floor with great effort. He really should exercise more. He leans on the wall next to the elevator to catch his breath.

While he’s standing there, a guy in a Pizza Hut uniform walks out of the elevator, looking around.

“Hey, do you live here?” He asks, tilting his head. Shigaraki stiffens, trying to not look guilty.

“I’m trying to find room 816. Someone ordered a pizza, garlic bread, and soda. Big soda too, they must have a pretty severe sweet tooth.” He continues, trying to make small talk. Shiggy pushes himself from the wall, motioning for the man to follow. He leads him to a supply closet on the floor, pushing him inside when he hesitates. He snatches the boxes in his hand, placing it on a shelf.

“Wait, what the fuck?” The delivery man turns to Shigaraki, “Nice prank, ha-ha. Now where is Room 81-“

Shigaraki grabs the man’s neck, careful to avoid his clothes. The man’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates before shooting to Shigaraki’ wrist, desperately trying to claw his hand off like a rat in a glue trap. With a pitiful gasp, he crumbled to dust, leaving just his clothes.

Shigaraki emerged from the closet a few minutes later and approached your door, knocking. You opened the door clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized top, flashing him a smile.

“Ah! My order! Thank you! Come in and place it on the table, I’ll get the money!”

[sixosix]

heyooo!! can I request Izuku when his fingers accidentally brush against the readers??? And they grab his hand and he gets all flustered <333 sorry I just can’t get this scenario out of my head!! He’s so silly!! /pos

a/n omf i cant believe my izuku readers r still alive… i havent caught up in the manga since forever so if theres anything wrong, thats why LOL i missed izuku so much T__T, wc 1k

Izuku is guarding a terrible, terrible secret. One that he wouldn’t even admit if his classmates roped him into an intense game of Truth or Dare, unless drunk, probably. Which will never happen.

Class 1-A Dorms roars with laughter. Izuku swears he can feel the building shaking as the students occupying the vast space of the living room burst into another fit of cackles. The other building could probably hear it, and they’d get a noise complaint the next morning, from 1-B, no less.

They’re watching a movie. Comedy, perhaps; Izuku wasn’t paying much attention when they were picking, but he could pick up the clues of what the characters on screen are saying, his classmates jostling his shoulders as they giggle, and, of course, the same mp3 laugh track that plays for the rest of the film.

Izuku is tucked into the far corner of the couch, squished between Todoroki and Uraraka. Uraraka laughs with her whole body, her head thrown back as she claps in delight. Todoroki laughs once, a huff of amusement, just a curl of his lips.

And on the floor, nestled between where Izuku dutifully keeps his knees spread so as to not hurt, sits you—the whole reason why Izuku is struggling to focus on the movie in the first place.

He’s eternally grateful that keeping the lights dim while watching films is a thing, or else everyone would’ve long noticed his burning face. He looks like a strawberry, and feels like a strawberry left under the sun. Todoroki had cast him a glance, vague amusement playing on his stoic face. Izuku wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in there forever.

“Sorry, Izuku,” you say, loud enough to be heard over the film but quiet enough that it’s only shared between the two of you. He wills his legs not to jump up in surprise. “Can I just lay for a bit? I’m getting kinda sleepy.”

“No problem,” Izuku says after a beat, managing to not fuck up and stammer embarrassingly in front of you. Or should it be behind you?

You tilt your head upward, meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Y-Yes. I mean, you’re welcome.” Dammit.

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief when your attention is promptly stolen by the laugh track, and Kaminari yelps a cackle.

He catches something from the corner of his eye, paling at the sight of a terrifying expression on Uraraka’s face. If devils had round eyes and rounder cheeks, smiling in a way that fits their nature, it would be a picture of evilness Uraraka is portraying at this moment.

He squints inquisitively at her.

Uraraka grins. “Your hand,” she whispers, then does something he can’t quite figure out.

Confused, Izuku shows her his hand, scars and all.

Uraraka looks unimpressed, and Izuku wilts. He can’t hear her properly, with the movie picking up pace and sound effects. Uraraka makes a grand demonstration of splaying her hand and resting it on the crown of her hair, then gestures wildly at your head. 

As soon as understanding dawns on Izuku, his face feels drained of blood, horrified. “No,” he mouths desperately. “No.” Again, for good measure.

“Yes,” she mouths back, taking matters into her own hands by quite literally taking his hand and moving to place it on your head. But he panics and jostles your hands resting on his lap instead.

Izuku pales. The characters in the movie shriek. “Sorry,” he squeaks out, then glares at Uraraka, who’s holding in her laughter.

He heaves a heavy breath when you cast him a curious glance.

“You—Sorry, I, my hand—No, I mean, I didn’t mean to do that,” he blurts uselessly, waving his arms around in a desperate attempt to hide his face, which is surely the same shade as anything red.

What the hell, his brain hisses. Izuku, you idiot, you’ve done it now.

He watches with bated breath as you take his hand instead of laughing at his face. He watches as you lace your fingers with his instead of seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. His heart flutters, threatening to fly off his chest and into the shared warmth of your hands.

Instead, he deflates like a red balloon, his mouth forming words that sound like nitpicking vowels from a series of keyboard smashes.

“I don’t mind,” you say. “Relax. I want you to hold me.”

It’s a little hard to relax when your words float around in his mind like a broken record.

Once the movie ends and the noise subsides, his classmates collectively keep their messes—namely, the thrown popcorn and spilled soda on the carpet—and return to their rooms. But Izuku can’t do that, not when he has a Y/N who is still resting against his lap.

He waves goodbye at Uraraka and Iida, the former making kissy faces and Iida solemnly sending him his prayers.

Izuku resigns himself to his fate, sighing softly. Well, despite everything, he likes the fact that you never once let go of his hand.

“I like your hands,” you say, as if answering his thoughts. Izuku jolts and can’t help it because he thought you were asleep.

“You… do?”

Izuku thinks his hands are ugly, scars running all the way to his shoulders like protruding veins. He hates seeing it.

“I do,” you say, squeezing it tenderly. “I’m glad it’s still together and working after all you’ve done to it. I like them.”

Izuku bites his bottom lip, harsh enough that it’s nearly drawing blood, lest he says something stupid like, ‘I like you’. He doesn’t, thankfully. Yet it’s there, on the tip of his tongue. If you asked him what’s on his mind, he would’ve said it.

But he guards his secret a little while longer and hopes that someday he’ll be able to share it with you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, finding the courage to squeeze your hand. Much to his delight, you do it back and smile. He’s melting. “Can we, uhm, stay here for a bit?”

You laugh, rising from your position. Izuku nearly panics and holds you down because he doesn’t want to lose this moment just yet. But he finds himself stunned when you settle beside him and rest your head against his shoulder instead. “Sleep,” you say. “We’ll stay here for a bit.”

“O-Okay, yeah,” he whispers, reaching for your hand once more.

[urhoneycombwitch]

you oughta know: part I

Spring Break

series masterlist

foreword: since Eddie Munson is our collective Ken doll to dress up as we please I present to you my new and improved: dirtbag!college!Eddie. now with 50% more tattoos and a splash of 90s grunge college academia aesthetic.

cw: drinking, intoxication, R has breasts, R and Eddie are slut4slut in this

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The bass on this houseparty’s stereo pumps through the floorboards, rattling every wall of the building. Hiding out in the less-stimulating kitchen seems like a good option for tonight.

Apparently, this other guy thinks so, too, ‘cuz soon it’s just you and him across the counter from another. He’s handsome, actually. Moonlight from a window above the sink highlights strong cheekbones and a sharp cupid’s bow as he helps himself to a glass from the cupboard.

Slinking out from elbow-rolled shirtsleeves are thick, dark vine tattoos; they wind around his forearms, smattered with hair and freckles, the ink trailing to end at his wrists.

You lean forward onto the counter separating you two (well aware that you’re spilling out of your top), then tip the neck of your beer bottle at him- “Eddie?”

He spins to face you, raises a pretty brow, long lashes sweeping over auburn eyes- “Uh- maybe? Who wants to know, dollface.”

A scrunch of distaste with your nose at the nickname, you barrel through the discomfort- “Oh, I thought it might be you. I’m Robin’s roommate. She said her weed guy had cool tattoos.”

The guy’s face lights up with a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out as he preens, “So you think they’re cool?”

You roll your eyes, take an unamused sip of beer, press a bit further into your hands on the counter. A little thrill at your small victory- his eyes flicking down once, twice, to your cleavage- you ride the alcohol-gifted looseness and adrenaline. “Psst. Hey. My eyes are up here, perv.”

It’s a tease. A goad masked as chiding. Eddie sets his glass of water down, doe eyes fixed on yours, not falling for the trap of your quick inhale- “You seriously sayin’ that to me, when you’re the one with your tits out?”

He tsks, walks those big boots over, leanin’ in to your counter space, close enough to smell the spice of his cologne- “Would almost think you like the attention.”

You swallow hard. Hold your ground, looking up at him through your lashes, bust still on display- “Yeah, and you’d probably like to be the one to give it to me. In your dreams, pal.”

It’s getting harder to play hard-to-get as Eddie bumps his hip against yours. The whites of his eyes are slightly bloodshot (you can smell the heady undercurrent of weed wafting from his clothes), while the black of his pupils are already blown out with feverish lust. “C’mon, have a heart, angel. Can’t fault a boy for dreamin’.”

And goddammit if you don’t melt for that line. (He really is a rather great lyricist, as you’ll come to find out this upcoming semester.)

In retrospect, you’ll never admit it, but you did make the first move- pressed him right up against Linda Satler’s kitchen counter and kissed him, with tongue. Robin walked in on the two of you and got in a full shriek before either of you realized someone else had come in, jumping apart like two children caught arms-deep in a cookie jar.

“God, gross,” she gags, louder than the wave of sound flooding in from the open door. She crosses the room in a few swift strides and plucks at your elbow, a reproachful whisper- “I sent you to get weed, not to make out with the dealer!”

“I am getting weed, Robin,” you insist, patient but firm, pulling from her grasp to turn back to Eddie, teeth worrying at your bottom lip that shimmers with mixed saliva as you ask, sweet and simply- “Can I please have some weed?”

It wasn’t actually your plan to butter Eddie up for a better price (another fact you’d remain stoically opposed to, later), but he gave it to you, all the same- a laughably low amount for a bundle of pre-rolls.

Robin’s eyes bug out at the amount he hands it over- then she smoothly pockets the goods and pats you on the shoulder. “Okay. My mistake. I actually love that you’re both getting acquainted in this manner. You have my blessing to do it a bunch more, just- not when I’m in the room. M’kay?”

She grins cheekily at Eddie before looping her arm in yours, pulling you with her towards the door- you call out before it closes behind you both, “Robin’s number is our landline! You can call me there, if you want!”

Eddie stands still for a few moments after you’re swallowed up by the noise of the party, palm flat to the twinge in his chest. Cupid’s arrow, he can feel it sinking in.

He’s an RA, this semester. Really can’t afford to be seeing cute girls and selling them weed- at least, not at the same time. Gotta straighten up a bit over Spring Break, he thinks.

Then he cracks the window open. Lights up a joint. Smokes out into the fresh night air and tries really hard to think of anything other than your tits. (A game of mostly losses.)

[child-of-the-deep]

Sunspot blinked, tensing up. The noticeable change in Atticus’ appearance and body language stunning them for a moment.

“Whot- no??”

They scoff, narrowing their eyes.

there was a rather unenthusiastic knock on the door, though it for some reason felt oddly familiar.

- ???

Sunspot perked up, quickly trotting over to the door. They reached for the handle before pausing- attempting to place the knock- oh how familiar it was.

Unable to fully recognize the knock, they grabbed the door handle and slowly pulled the door open, peering outside.

“Ello?”

[miupow]

hi Lia :3

I ummm experienced something a few days ago and I came up with this idea: size/anal training with hyuka or Soobin x chubby!reader.

I hope this is okay with you!! Feel free to delete this if you want to :3

this ask has fucking ruined my life./pos

y’all… anything w anal (fem. r) IM UR GIRL !!! i’m insane and deluded for it actually ESPECIALLY W SOOKAI RERAAAAAAAAA AND YEONJUN TOO

NSFW, MDNI! dom!sookai, sub!afab!reader, anal (fem. rec), size training/size kink, won’t fit/just the tip trope, dacryphilia, chubby!reader implied but not really specified, kind of dubcony? lots of crying/begging from reader

soobin who has wanted to fuck your ass since you first got together, but was too afraid to ever bring it up </3 he’s just sooo big, almost too big for ur cunt, how would he ever fit in ur lil ass!! but he’s jerking off constantly to the thought of it heehe how you’d whine and cry too big, too much! as his big fat cock is stretching you open ^^ he feels so disgusting for it but he just wants to ruin you, watch you cry <3 he’s so bad at hiding anything tho lol!! and you find out pretty quick, tell him ur willing to try it!! n soobie is still so nervous about hurting you put he can’t help himself from sliding his cock into ur other tighter hole <33 but his poor baby can only take the tip for right now… it’s okay, he’ll train ur lil hole to take him just as well as ur pussy does!! anals even better than he ever imagined, cums almost immediately hehe >///< now you’ve got his cock in ur ass nearly every day taking lil by lil until you’re full to the brim of him!!

hueningkai who’s never even thought about anal until this closeted perv accidentally stumbles on to some porn he didn’t mean to hehe… now its literally all he can think about!! can’t go two seconds without thinking about fucking you in the ass, how you’d be so tight, so fucking good… but hyuka’s shy like binnie is :( he would be too embarrassed to bring it up cos he’d think you’d think he’s gross!!! but he always forgets to clear his search history lol >< you get him to fess up and now his nastiest dreams are coming true <33 ur cute lil shriek of “won’t fit!” when he presses his cockhead against ur hole.. kai absolutely loses his mind hehe ^^ promises you he’ll go slow, n he does inch by inch sooo agonizingly slow till you can’t take anymore, till ur shaking and begging him to stop <3 but he’s not even halfway in!! but that’s okay, you can try again tomorrow! maybe he’ll get halfway inside then.. and then a little more the next day…