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WHY CANT HE BE REAL I LOVE HIM SM

ik i’m popping into ur inbox a lot 👉🏽👈🏽 but... i was reading that post insp by @/todorkihoe’s ask (i think??) and i just went 🥺 so.. hand over more shinsou hcs 😡❤️‼️ (please 😖🙏🏽)

Shinsou Hitoshi Headcanons (PT2)

Don't ever be sorry for giving me requests! I have nothing better to do with my life, so please give me inspiration to write!

Its so fun having another Shinsou kinnie to write fics for and bump ideas with, and I swear we all live solely for this man #shinsousupremecy

Synopsis: shinsou hcs!

Warning: fluff, some suggestiveness, cursing, aged up!2nd years, shinsou hitoshi x fem!black/poc!reader, quirk insecurities

If you haven't heard it yet, I headcanon shinsou being a fan of Chase Atlantic. Maybe might a die hard one, but he definitely uses their music to chill out.

If you listen to them too, he'll ask and give recommendations of their songs. You eventually make a Playlist of your fave songs from them and some other artists as well

When you're on your internships separated, both of you will listen to the Playlist to remind yourself of one another as you drift off to sleep

Shinsou's room screams sex vibes ngl

Whether its his dorm room (most likely) or his room at home, they'll have the basic key components

LEDs lining the upper edges and corners of his wall! Always set to the prettiest shade of purple. Theres an essential oil diffuser in there somewhere too, cuz after long training periods with Aizawa baby boy needs to unwind

Shinsou can be either one of two personas

No. 1 - secluded boy who on the outside looks and seems like an ass, but once you get to know him he's just a precious bean who's a bit timid, very insecure abt his quirk, confused on emotions and desperately in need of hugs and cuddles

Or No.2 - edgy tough boy who can be kind of cocky, still pretty quiet but more in observance than in bashfullness, steals kisses, shows dominant tendencies but in more nonsexual ways, and quite teasing

There is no in between sis, pick one

Nicknames include but are not limited to: love, doll, baby, pretty, beautiful, kitten/kitty, little headache, cuddle bug

Lmao if you're the cuddle bug wtf is he, cuz this boy is ALL OVER YOU when he needs cuddles

Will impatiently wait until you're in private before legit tackling you into the bed and holding you

"You need to charge up my social battery."

During training he maybe kind of sort of probably actually wants to show off in front of your???

He wants to hear you congratulate him on training since you commonly do it to everyone else, but he wants to stand out so much that he's the only one you're complimenting.

He may or may not also sort of kind of maybe probably actually wants you to baby him after a hard day of training???

Just give him extra cuddles and and some kisses, and he's all putty in your hands

He always asks you to make him tea. His favorite is this sleepytime blend you bought one time and he doesn't drink anything else.

It helps a lot, especially on nights when it's very hard for him to sleep. He especially enjoys it when you two drink a cup or two together in either of your rooms, because the next morning you'll be tangled up in eachothers arms.

And omg, lazy weekend mornings with Shinsou are the. Fucking. Best. Just a mess of kisses and cuddles and I love you's and praises and sweet nothings being shared between you two. Legit if Halo by Beyonce was personified, it would be this scene right here.

I wrote until my eyes started burning lmaooo. I hope you enjoy this hun!

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don't be shy to send a request!

you know what i Cannot Stop Thinking about?

gamerboy!izuku x fem!reader

(cw: exhibitionism, fingering, cockwarming, degradation, praise, dumbification, izuku big dick midoriya)

gamerboy!izuku, who has the fluffiest and curliest green hair and it’s a beautiful mess; literally loves whenever you gently scratch and massage his scalp, leans into it and almost groans when you do it just right. he’s got bags under his eyes from staying up late and playing with his friends, rubbing his eyes and yawning cutely when he wakes up, grabbing at you like a needy baby and insisting that you stay in bed with him for just a few more minutes. how could you say "no" to his sleepy rasp and kisses pressed against your neck? his hands always start travelling further and further down your body, fingers dipping inside your sleep shorts (that are actually a pair of his boxers), and when you tell him to cut it out he’ll pretend that he’s still sleeping, lazily fingering your pussy and humming gently, “give me a few more minutes, baby.”

gamerboy!izuku, who insists that you paint his nails whatever colour you’ve got on so you can be matching. you two have gone through every single colour in the rainbow, holographic and iridescent (“they’re not the same, you idiots,” he tells his friends), the shimmering polish on his thumb almost putting you in a trance as he circles your clit, other hand lacing with yours and you can hazily see the little chips in the colour.

gamerboy!izuku, who shyly interrupts whatever you’re doing, either nervously hanging by the door of your shared room, fidgeting with his game controller in his hand while you’re watching tv, or waiting behind you while you make food in the kitchen. when you ask him what he needs, he braces himself and asks in one breath if you could quickly flash your tits at him for good luck on the next round - for a little pick-me-up. you always roll your eyes but might as well entertain him; the second he sees your naked chest he looks as if he’s been rejuvenated, drank a health potion, face lighting up when he says, “thank you, baby, you’re the best!”

gamerboy!izuku, who lets you sit in his lap as he plays games, resting his head on your chin as he rambles into the microphone, discussing strategies and whatnot with his teammates. sometimes you’re sitting on his thighs; other times on his dick, he convinces you that cockwarming helps him relax and stay focused - don’t you want him to win? anytime you try to shift your hips, get some friction for yourself because this match has been going on forever, a big hand will come to your stomach, growling into your ear, “be good and sit still, needy girl. so desperate for me you can’t even wait a few fucking minutes?”

gamerboy!izuku, who lets you bounce on his cock while he leisurely plays some games, slinging his headphones over your ears and putting the mic right out your mouth, hearing his friends taunt and tease you at your pathetic attempts to cover up your moans. mutters some praise under his breath, “fuck, yeah, yeah, just like that baby, so fucking good-” but it’s lost to you, you can’t hear him over his friends calling you a nasty bitch, a little slut, a fucking whore. it’s funny to him though, “yeah, baby, that’s right. you're just a little whore, aren’t you? but you’re my whore, all mine, everyone’s just fucking jealous that i got you right here, that i’m filling up your sweet cunt.” god forbid he ever lets you take the controls while he fucks up into you, because you’re going to be crossed eyes and not even paying attention to what’s happening on the screen. he chuckles to himself, “aw, dumb little girl doesn’t know how to play? my poor baby can’t pay attention ‘cause she’s being fucked too good?”

gamerboy!izuku, who just likes to relax and spend time with you, playing nintendo games, cuddling and kissing and honestly he prefers these moments with you over everything else. it’s just you guys being silly, having some fun and not taking it seriously, he loves playing games with you so much because it’s just you guys goofing around. sometimes you guys play games together, body squished in the chair together, one of your hands and one of his on the keyboard, he’s on the movement controls and you’re on the attack controls. something you guys play fighting games, with him doing complicated combo moves and you just smashing the attack button - don’t get to cocky about your victory though, cause he’ll be fucking you into the couch during the next round, and even though you call it cheating he just calls it winning.

Swapped Masterlist (Bakugou Katsuki X Reader)

(A/N): This will have 5-7 parts! This was a request <3 I think they didn’t mean asking for a whole ass series but IT BECAME ONE. Send in a request if you wanna be part of the taglist! ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC YAY!

Summary: (L/N) (Y/N) hates Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki hates (L/N) (Y/N). It’s a known fact. (L/N) (Y/N) and Bakugou Katsuki are complete opposites (though they share the same personality). Also a known fact. What ISN’T a known fact is that one day, these two will have to learn to see things from the other’s point of view… or else.

Chapter One: I Hate Mondays

Chapter Two: Wh- GET OUT!

Chapter Three: (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Four: (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Five: (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Six: (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Seven: (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Eight (Maybe Bonus?): (Coming Soon!)

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Taglist: @ineedmorefanfics​ @trustworthy-hypocrite​ @justanotherlifeff​ @endeavors-big-dick​

it was a nasty dream- jw

best friend!jackson/chubby!reader 

genre: filthyyyyyyy smut 

warning(s): a detailed wet dream, Jackson is about to ruin that ass until you in tears, dirty talk, spanking, praising, creampie (are you even surprised?), squirting because Jackson loves it messy, fingering, hand kink, rough sex, oral fixation, hickeys and multiple orgasms.

you know, writing about this man and writing something filthy was enough to almost make me go feral. Kind of self indulged in this a little to make it just as naughty as the first version of this kind of fic. thank you for requesting this man anon, thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy it!~ admin squishy. 

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The rain bringing a sense of ambience within the comfy bedroom. You were staying over at his place since he begged you to spend some time with him. Due to his busy schedule, he happened to miss his best friend. Surprisingly in more ways than one. Not that he let you exactly know every single thing. He was quick to order a Lyft and demanded you pack a whole bag because you were staying for more than just a night. A whole week. You and Jackson were close to each other, always have been ever since you both met at some party hosted by Yugyeom. 

You both were inseparable. 

When you had made it over, he was quick to let you know that he was tired from the plane ride but nonetheless- you didn’t really mind since you just wanted to relax in his big ass bed and play some video games that he had trouble trying to beat himself. He sucked at them anyway. You both had plenty of time to hang out and spend time with each other. 

 After taking a refreshing shower and dressing in some shorts and a regular baggy t-shirt. Jackson had noticed the shirt happened to be one of his that he never had seemed to noticed disappear. Instead of scolding you about it, he simply stared when he did lay down beside you. 

“You look good in my shirt.” He complimented and you looked over at him, smiling. “Thank you..” You were always comfortable with him but it was something about the way he looked at you; it ran chills down your spine. He had never looked at you like that before, at least not that you know of. 

What if he did a lot of times?

“This the only shirt you have of mine?” 

“No, I have a few others. You have like thousands of shirts in your closet and I don’t have enough baggy shirts like you do. I would steal from Jaebum but his are too baggy and I like the way you smell. That’s not weird at all. Your scent is comforting, let’s put it that way. ” You laughed softly and watched as he smiled fondly. 

“Oh do you now? That’s cute, didn’t know my best friend loved the way I smell. As long as you don’t steal from Jaebum and only me, I have no complaints.” He replied in a jokingly way but deep down he was serious. 

“How long did you have it for?” 

“Mm, a week? I used the key you gave me and just decided to take it. I could have sworn I texted that I was going over to you place to borrow a few shirts.” 

“Oh, yeah. I remember, just never seen you wear my stuff. Like I said, I have no complaints, I trust you.” He covered his mouth as he yawned and laid on his side. “Man, I’m sleepy. Make sure you lay your ass down at a reasonable time, got it?” 

“Yeah, dad.” You rolled your eyes playfully and he softly scoffed. 

“I’ll show you dad, gonna take away your game and make you sleep. Don’t play with me.”

“Go to sleep.” 

“I am.” 

Jackson had watched you play the video game until he ended up passing out within the next few minutes. Jet lag was no joke. You sat next to Jackson in his bed, too occupied by the video game that you were playing to even notice the way Jackson was acting in his sleep. 

Jackson watched as you peeled your shorts and panties off, your hand then coming to the end of his shirt that you were wearing. He grabbed one of your wrist and shook his head, “Keep it on..” 

He pulled you to him as he was sitting on the edge of the bed, hand releasing your wrist so that he could move both hands to your hips. Hot palms contrasting from the three rings that he wore; two on the left and one on the right. Dull nails digging into your ample skin, scratching the soft surface and gripping your skin tight. 

Jackson pressed his cheek against your tummy and inhaled the mixture of your scent and his. It was a delectable scent to intake and he softly grunted and pulled you tighter. He pushed the shirt up a little and took in your mound, hand sliding down to cup your dripping cunt. Inhaling sharply at the way your arousal had coated his middle and index finger. He kissed your hip then led his kisses up to your warm tummy, nipping lightly at the soft skin. 

His fingers made work rubbing up and down your slit before he pulled his fingers away to look at his fingers. “Fuck…” He spread both digits and watched as your sticky arousal clung to both of them. 

He took his fingers into his mouth, moaning around both of them as he sucked them both clean; addicted to your taste. Pulling both fingers out of his mouth, you watched as he slid them back between your legs, teasing your slit then slowly sliding both digits into your tight cunt. 

You were so tight, he opted to slide one finger in. Pumping that finger in and out, he used his other hand to lift one of your legs up, foot resting on the bed beside him so that he could get better access. He slid the first finger out until it was at the tip them teased the second finger in until both fingers were in to the knuckle. He turned his head to mark your thigh. 

“Jack..Jackson…” You breathed out shakily and he hummed in acknowledgment as he curled both fingers, fucking you with them slowly. 

Deep rumble of his voice making you tilt your head back, he kissed your tummy again and parted his lips; teeth sinking into your skin so that he could mark you with lovely bites. 

“Gonna fuck you so good..” 

“Mmm, yes yes, please. Don’t hold back..” You mewled. 

His fingers grew faster. 

“Don’t hold back, baby?” 

“Fuck! No no no! Wan’ you to fuck me so good, Jackson..” Your hand came in contact with the back of his neck and his eyes met yours, lip caught between teeth. 

“Fuck me until I can’t think straight.” 

Jackson opened his eyes wide; chest rising and falling quickly in heavy pants. He slowly sat up in his spot and noticed the tent in his shorts. Maybe not wearing boxers was not good idea because holy shit, he was hard. He pressed the palm of his hand against his bulge and looked over to see an empty side and the light turned off completely. The fact that he had a wet dream about you made everything seem clear, he was so into you. He tried to deny it but what he just dreamt of was enough to push him to the edge. 

He couldn’t believe it. 

He stood up from his spot and carefully stepped out of his bedroom. 

Jackson appeared in the kitchen, finding you simply snacking on some crackers and cheese. “Cute.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes. “What’s gotten into you, Wang? You never compliment me more than once.” You teased him which made him chuckle. 

“If I’m honest..” he hesitated. “You’re wearing my shirt, and I can’t stop thinking about fucking the shit out of you while wearing it.”

You froze in your spot and your heart picked up speed. Whatever had gotten into Jackson was showing and you were quickly melting inside. “You’re just..-fuck I know you’re my best friend but you’re just so god damn sexy. I-I shouldn’t even be saying this..” 

“But, seeing you tonight in one of my shirts, fucking hell. I had a wet dream about you, a filthy wet one and I’m so hard right now. I want to fuck you bad, want to hear you cry for more. You were such a whiny mess in my dream, it was like the dream was so fucking vivid. How wet you were, drenched…” 

He bit his lip as he maintained contact with you. His lust blown pupils were so dark, jaw clenched and tongue poking against the wall of his right cheek. He watched you completely submit to him, no move was made but he happened to be very perceptive and the way your eyes drooped so cutely, fluffy cheeks and plump lips form into a needy looking pout. You wanted to hear more from him but instead of words coming out of your mouth, a lovely little whine did instead. 

“Aw baby. You like hearing me talk about you? Or is it the fact that I had a nasty dream about you? You had the sweetest looking pussy in my dream baby, I could have sworn it was even sparkling. So pretty and plump.” He pressed his hand against his crotch, grabbing himself through his basketball shorts. He had nothing underneath them clearly and that made you inhale sharply at the thick outline of his cock. Not to mention, he was shirtless and the way the gold chain wrapped around his neck made him look so fucking sexy, arms bulging and torso tense. You wanted to feel him against you.

“And you took my fingers so well, baby. You took every bit as I was splitting you wide. Shit…I want you so bad.” 

“Take me. Please, Jackson.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I want you to take me, own me. Anything. Just don’t stop talking like that.” 

Jackson was pressing you against the island counter of the kitchen, hands grasping your love handles before lifting you up easily into the counter. It took no effort and that shocked you a little. He leaned his head into your neck, inhaling your scent with a grunt. You also smelled like him and he never thought the scent of himself on his best friend would make him go absolutely mad. He grabbed the sides of your shorts and pulled them down your chunky legs, not missing the way your thighs jiggled even with the simple movements of him tugging down the tight material.

When those shorts had came off, so did your panties and Jackson throbbed in his sweats. Plump pussy coated in nothing but your arousal and by the help of the little light of the kitchen he could indeed see the way you glistened; fucking sparkled. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to absolutely fuck you up baby.” 

His hands grasped your knees, spreading you wider on the island. He raised his hand up. “Open your mouth, pretty.” You obeyed and he stuck two thick fingers into your mouth. 

“Be a good girl and get them all nice and wet for me.” 

You did. You wrapped your mouth around both fingers, sucked and licked them until they were coated in your warm saliva. The wet sucking sound going straight down to his cock. Precum dribbling from the slit and creating a growing wet spot on the front of his basketball shorts. Feeling content with how wet his fingers were, he pulled them out.

He then smeared your saliva on your left cheek with a light smack and slid his hand down to grab one of your breast. 

Jackson used his other hand to spread your puffy lips, catching the gold vertical jewelry. He was surprised, very but the man was sure to blow a load right there in that second. “My own best friend has a clit piercing, who would have fucking known? Pretty pussy even prettier with this piercing, you must be so sensitive then. Gonna make you cum right here.” 

He released your clothed tit before smacking it and moved his second hand down to your cunt, allowing his thumb to tease your pierced clit. Your hips jerked at his touches, ass grinding against the smooth marble. He pushed his middle and index finger into your tight entrance, as if you were denying him. Of course you weren’t but his eyes watched intently as he continued to fill you up to the knuckle with his fingers. You were just as tight like in his dream.

Curling both fingers inside you, be brushed your sweet spot and he knew it when you moaned out loud. Jackson didn’t hold back on pumping both fingers inside you, abusing your sweet spot with a steady pace.

“Gonna make a mess on my island, make you drip baby. Then I’m gonna pound this sweet pussy until you make more of a mess, fill you up with my seed and see it seep out. Gonna have you in tears, my sweet girl. So glad I didn’t finish my dream because I wouldn’t have had you right where you are, literally panting with my fingers deep inside you.” 

The words, the filthy words that spilled from his lips were things that deep down were utterly dangerous, but it was like a blessing to your ears. His fingers were addicting, way better than what you could do. He was reaching spots that were making you lose your mind in merely seconds. His head dipped into the side of your neck, mouth latching onto your skin, sucking and nibbling. 

“Yes, please please.” You don’t know what you were begging for but whatever he was doing, you didn’t want him to stop. You could feel his erection against your leg and the thought of having him inside you was heavy. 

Your lower abdomen tightened and you weren’t able to warn Jackson of your orgasm, the wet squelch of his fingers continuously pumping you spurred you on even more. Your hand reached to grip his shoulder, hips slightly lifting and whiny moans passing as spurts of clear cum dripped onto the island. Jackson tilted his head down to watch you unravel for him, finding you absolute sexy. 

He quickly pulled his fingers out to rub in a sideways motion against your clit, elongating your orgasm to its fullest. “Fuckkk thats so hot. Look baby.” 

He raised his hand up to show you just hot messy of an orgasm you had. His hand was wet and even dripping a little with your cum. You mewled sweetly at the sight making Jackson grin in reaction. “How is it possible for you to get any hotter?” You softly laughed. 

“Lay on your side baby.” You turned to lay on your right side, thighs pressed together. Jackson stood back and stared at your current position, ass glistening from your cum that was on the island. His own best friend ready for him. He wished he had his phone so he could take a picture but he was too in the moment, too into the intimacy. It was view that he would never forget, though. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He hooked his thumbs into his shorts, pulling them down. Thick erection slapping against his abdomen as it was free from the confinements of his shorts. Tip dripping with precum onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.  His hand reaching down to stoke his rigid cock, thumb gliding over his seeping slit to smear precum around it. He placed his hand on your thigh, gripping your thick fluffy skin, lifting it up slightly so he pushed the tip of his cock against your entrance. 

“Relax for me.” He pushed into you, feeling your walls stretching as he pushed deep inside of your tight cunt, until he was balls deep. The little ache was overpowered by the pleasure that easily creeped up when he pulled back out, cock coated in your cum and arousal already. He found himself pushing back into you as you moaned. “Jacksonnn.” Music to his ears, that egged him on to quicken his pace. Large hand came up to hold the side of your neck, fucking you with a passion. 

“Shit, shit you feel so good.” He watched intently as your face showed nothing but pure ecstasy. He released your neck from his hold, index and middle moving right back to your lips; he loved the sight of you sucking his fingers. You obediently opened your mouth and took both digits back into your mouth. 

Your tongue swirled around his fingers as he fucked you raw. A nasty filthy lust that shadowed every thrust that he defiled you with. An absolute mind blowing feeling was an understatement with how fucking good Jackson was making you feel. 

As he slipped his wet fingers out of your mouth, he gently caressed your cheek. “You’re so good for me, baby. So fucking good, tightening every time I slide back into you.”

His breathy moans and raspy grunts, my fucking god where they addicting to hear. The sound of his honey skin smacking against your sparkling one is what brought you more pleasure to the sight. Your lips were parted but sweet wails and cries were the only thing that you were able to make. You were on the verge of another orgasm and Jackson could feel it, he could feel how tight you had become around him and didn’t stop. 

“You can cum baby, go ahead. Cum for me.” That was all you needed to hear, dripping more with cum as your second orgasm hid you harder than the first. “Fuck..” You heard Jackson swear under his breath. His hips didn’t stop.

Your eyes brimming with tears as if what he was giving you was ultimately too much. Jackson slowed his thrusting as he watched the tears run down your hot cheeks but he didn’t think it was a negative reaction. Before he could even ask if you were okay, you begged. “Please, please please more. Fuck me more, I can’t get enough.” 

His heart tightened and he stared into your glossy eyes, deep strokes hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Here I was about to ask you if you were okay but you’re crying because it feels good baby?” 

You nodded your head in response. “Yes yes yes yes.” 

“What did I tell you earlier while my fingers were deep inside this tight cunt of yours?” He used his free hand to smack your ass. 

“Mm…!” You leaned your head back against the island. “T-that you were going to pound my sweet little pussy.” 

“And what else?” 

“T-that you w-ere gonna have me in t-tears.” 

“And I go by my word, hm? Am I pounding this sweet pussy baby? Am I making you cry because of how good I’m fucking you?” His words were just enough to make you cum again but when his hips started picking up speed is when you cried out a heavy, “Yes! God fuck yes! Jackson!” 

“And you take everything single fucking thing I give you until you are twitching.”  That wasn’t a request, that was a demand. 

He titled his head back, eyes shut and teeth bared as he growled, there was no hesitation in his thrust and you were literally getting fucked dumb. You literally had no way to comprehend a single syllable and was just struck with pleasure constantly. This man was going to kill you, literally fuck you to death. Your hand gripped his forearm as his hand landed back on your thigh, nails digging into your skin. 

Sweat trembling down both your bodies in the warmth of the kitchen, his other hand smacked your ass in heavy blows in combination with his hips colliding with your ass, jiggling with every collision at that.

You physically shook on the island as this man fucked you to complete oblivion. Pussy aching as you were feeling your third orgasm sneak in. 

“I’m gonna…-nngh!” You couldn’t finish when you tried to pull away from Jackson, but he wrapped his arm around your thigh and held you in place. You cried out loud as your pussy pulsated during your third and final orgasm. Cum dripping down onto the floor in quick droplets. Your core clenched as he sloppily rutted against you in a few more thrust, moaning loudly as his cum spilled into you.

He leaned his body against yours, pushing you up a little on the island as he allowed some his weight to be on you. Nothing but quick and heavy breaths filled the kitchen as he stayed inside you for a moment. You were slumped, fucked out, dicked down, fucking ruined.

Jackson pulled out of you carefully, apologizing quietly as he noticed you shaking. He stood up and slid his hand up your thigh to your ass cheek, spreading it and watching his cum spill from your tight pussy. He kneaded the thickness of it and stared down at you, taking pride in how he had you right now. On his kitchen island, completely naked, still quivering from your third orgasm and filled with his cum. Leaning down, he softly kissed your lips then your cheek. “I got you, baby.” 

He walked over to grab a cloth from his lower cabinet, soaking it in warm water from the faucet then walking back over to you.

Carefully he moved you onto your back and lifted you up so that you were in a sitting position. Left hand on your lower back while his other hand held the cloth to wipe your face with gentle strokes. You hummed. “You with me, ____?” 

“M-mhm..” You nodded your head. 

“Way better than the wet dream..?” You mumbled.

“Way fucking better..”  

Support System Masterlist

› Pairing: Hybrid!Yoongi & Timid!Reader

› TWC: 15k

› Genres: Hybrid, Fluff, Angst, Adventure

› Rating: PG15 (This could change.)

› Warnings: Trust Issues, Hybrid Issues, Society Issues, Gangs, Fighting, Mild, Violence, Injuries, Blood, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety, Insecurities, PSTD, Night Terrors, Mentions of Trauma, Police, Social Anxiety. Please Read At Your Own Discretion.

› Status: Series

› Last Updated: October 2020

› Banner: Thank you so much @dee-ehn​ for this fabulous banner!

› Cowritten: by myself and the ever so talented Alexa @therealmintedmango​

› Summary: The Support System. A program designed to offer help to those in need through the form of a dependable hybrid. You don’t have much faith in it, especially when a no nonsense cat-man shows up at your door looking like he was plucked from the streets. Gone are the days of solitude that once filled your dreary home, peace and quiet making way for the lawless enigma known as Min Yoongi. Little do you know that a healthy dose of adventure by his side might be just what you need.

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I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.

Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.

So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.

Yule Ball: Part II - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After your encounter with Professor Snape at the Yule Ball, you both can’t stop thinking of one another. A chance encounter only makes things worse.

Notes: Here is a requested second part to my Yule Ball Snape fic! Hope you like.

Part One 

Part Three 

“It was a successful night,” Dumbledore declares with a warm smile, thinking back to the Yule Ball that had been a couple months prior.

“It certainly was an improvement over last year’s disaster,” McGonagall nods, “Not one Gryffindor student stepped poorly during the dance.”

“Nor did my Slytherins,” Snape adds, and everyone turns their head to look at the head of house.

“Severus, where exactly were you chaperoning?” Sprout asks, and Snape frowns.

“Outside… in the courtyards.”

“Ah yes,” Dumbledore chuckles, “With those carriages out there, nights such as these are certainly taken advantage of by the students.”

“I do not think it was the night alone that was taken advantage of,” Karkaroff smirks, and Snape snaps his head up to his old acquaintance.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Yes, what is it supposed to mean, Igor?” Minerva asks, placing a hand over her chest, “You can’t be suggesting what I think you are.” Snape implores him to go on with a glare so withering it could sour pumpkin juice.

“All I am saying, is I was walking with you one minute and then you simply vanished.”

“Well perhaps I was refreshing myself with some of that delightful punch,” Snape replies in sarcasm, and nearly everyone present understands it as sarcasm.

“But you just disappeared!” Igor presses on, “No tracks inside, Severus!”

“Our conversation was finished,” Snape says slowly.

“Not if you ask me.”

“No one is asking you, Igor,” Snape growls.

“I am very much asking him, Severus!” Minerva blurts, “Though I cannot fathom what would make him say such a thing, it’s quite plain to me that you would never– ever– do anything in the nature of what he is suggesting.”

“Hmm,” Igor mutters simply, and crosses his arms.

“Perhaps it is a moot point, but may I inquire,” Dumbledore lifts a finger, munching on a sweet, “As to what you were conversing about in the first place, Mr. Karkaroff?”

Igor shuts right up at this, and Snape has to smirk right back at the retired death eater. He never could keep his mouth shut.

Sufficiently embittered after the surprise morning inquisition, Snape didn’t know if he was quite in the mood to witness Potter slip through death’s fingers again this afternoon, in the second thrilling Triwizard challenge. How had Igor figured that out? He was always so careful, and if anyone (of significance, that is) found out, about… that, his carefully crafted reputation was at stake. He was distracted as well by the memory of that night, as much as he did not want to be. Your eyes, staring at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world… your hands on him, your breath on his skin, your wetness, slicking his–

No. It was once, never again. You made that clear Severus. 

His feelings toiled inside of him, conflicted as always. He was angry with himself, angry at you with no real reason to be, and angry at this Merlin damn Triwizard Tournament for mandating a bloody Yule Ball.

“Afternoon, Professor Snape,” a couple of passing third years chime, and he resists the urge to whack them upside the head.

“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” he grumbles.

“No sir! We’re on our way to the games!” the other one says happily, and Snape scowls.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

They hurry off, and as Snape finally resigns himself to the fact that he has to attend these silly games, he hears a noise beside him. Glancing over, he notices a door to the broom cupboard. The rats in this school were positively enormous, it was ridiculous. Snape takes out his wand, and swings the door open…

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Fluffvember Stories

To celebrate the warmth and love of November, here are the fluff pieces I have written throughout the months. I hope you enjoy them.

☆ Izuku Midoriya -  Ferris Wheel Surprises  ☆

☆ Katsuki Bakugou - Little Disruption  ☆  

☆ Katsuki Bakugou - Apple Pie ☆

☆ Shouto Todoroki - Pumpkin Spice Latte ☆  

☆ Shouto Todoroki - The Moon and His Lover ☆  

☆ Hitoshi Shinsou - Mornings ☆

☆ Hitoshi Shinsou - Botched ☆

☆ Dabi - Morning Shenanigans ☆

☆ Shouta Aizawa - Back to School ☆

☆ BNHA - Meeting Their Parents HCs☆

☆ BNHA - Morning Routine HCs ☆

☆ BNHA - Night Routine HCs ☆

☆ BNHA - Cooking HCs ☆

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I LOVE DRAGONS AND I LOVE YOONGI

This is amazing!! Very well written, 12/10 😌😌

Of Fire and Love

(Dragon! Min Yoongi x Human Reader)  (ft. Baby Jungkook + Baby Dragon! Hoseok) 

Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?

Tags: sort of medieval times, mentions of death/murder (both humans and dragons, other mentions of magical creatures, baby Jungkook domesticity, fluff, brief sickfic. 

W/c: 6.8K 

A/n:  so here you go, baby dragon hoseok is not in this part- but he is in the next one. I love dragons! and I love yoongi! so yeah! partially inspired by comic i saw with dragon yoongi and knight hoseok so if anyone finds it please let me know! 

- Though Yoongi is a Solitary dragon, he still has a fair amount of interaction with the dragon community, so when small settlements go missing, or there is an isolated attack on a nests and others of his kind are in need someone with finesse for fire breathing- Yoongi comes and helps. 

- The Human vs. Dragon war is as old as time. And Yoongi is no stranger to the violence- his own family was killed hundreds of years ago by a human raid- though the war has changed since then, dragons have been pushed to the edges of the world or been made to hide in some places. There are even standing truces between some kingdoms and any dragons that might be passing through. 

- He has enough interaction and care for his own kind that he cares when he finds a nest ransacked. Cursing humanity and acting instinctually, he begins to hunt the humans that have done this.

- Yoongi had tracked the scent of death to a small mountainside community- he’d flown over the old cabins and seen the fresh fletchling dragon skins hanging out to cure and started killing indiscriminately. The light of dawn was cresting over the mountains when Yoongi starts to spit his hot blue fire into the buildings.

- Yoongi walks through the wreckage of the houses he’s just burned. The rage inside of him winking out as the last life did. His long cloak rustling in the ashes as he shifts to his human form once his temper cools checking for signs of life and finding none. 

- And then a high-pitched keen, crying, underneath the wreckage of a house as the rain starts up. The baby is small but healthy as Yoongi pulls him out from underneath the wreckage, with little more than a scratch on his cheek that looks a little deep and little tears beading at the edge of large brown eyes. Yoongi doesn’t know much about human children, but if he had to guess, he’s probably older than 6 months but younger than a year. Still immobile and unable to care for himself.  

- There is a name embroidered on the edge of the torn red blanket that swaths the baby, half soaked with mud. ‘Jungkook’ it reads, fine bronze thread against the dull red. A first name or a last name- Yoongi doesn’t know. 

- The weight of the babe calms in his arms, it starts to rain, and Yoongi finds himself curled over the tope of him and shielding his face from it. He can’t find it in himself to kill the child and save him the misery of starving to death. Despite the fact that this small family of warriors had killed countless of Yoongi’s kind and all for the more malleable young dragon skins- different than the rough hide of older dragons that could not be made into fireproof clothing- this child has done nothing, taken part in no such acts of violence. 

- But the baby- Jungkook - is an unintended consequence of Yoongi’s rage, and likely- his relatives, and simultaneously Yoongi does not want him to secum to startvation like he would if yoongi left him to die and yet cannot take care of him. Yoongi is a dragon- and cannot take care of a human child.

- It almost feels like something deep within him whispers to his fire filled heart, maybe not words, but definitely, something that tells him not to leave the child to die. 

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