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[sunniewr]

[ihophashbrowns]

hi im SAM! ur resident kpoptual & dream doll girl <3 welcome to my pretty little corner of the internet ❤︎ enjoy ur stay

music upload sideblog | exo lore sideblog ʕᵔᴥᵔʔ

[softsanada]

ׅ 𝆬 𝅑 ╰╮ feels like fa𝗹𝗹𝗶ng | hotr

ㅤㅤo sorriso gentil de daenys ocultava com perfeição as aflições que formulavam-se em seu coração ansioso. sua postura invejável foi o catalizador para o interesse de um homem que era o triplo de sua idade e tinha consigo a estima de seu pai, o rei viserys. a obsessão de otto hightower despertava o pior em si e constantemente a fazia querer montar no dorso de sua besta alada e fugir, buscando refúgio entre as nuvens.

ㅤㅤporém, com a morte de sua mãe, daenys targaryen se vê na obrigação de tomar as rédeas de seu futuro antes que fosse jogada em uma exuberante gaiola dourada. e o primeiro passo para a conquista foi seduzir e engravidar de edmund tyrell, promíscuo e diabólico.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Stepparenting: Plus Ultra Style

Stepparenting: Plus Ultra Style by TheatreQueen 2001

TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE FROM HISASHI MIDORIYA, HOMOPHOBIA If someone were to tell Izuku years ago that the Symbol of Peace himself was going to be his stepfather, he would've been beyond happy. Now, he stands by the altar as All Might's best man, watching his mom walk down the aisle.

OR

This is a series of One Shots, about the MIdoriya-Yagis growing and bonding as a family.

Words: 247, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto & Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Step-parents, Bisexual Midoriya Izuku, Bisexual Todoroki Shouto, All Might is Izuku's Stepdad, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Abusive Midoriya Hisashi, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Homophobic Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Domestic Bliss, Family Fluff, Wedding Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45920617

[caitmayart]

"You said that you felt alone. Never here. Not while I draw breath." Happy Valentine's Day ♥ 🌿🌸🪷🌺🌿

[baenuit]

ㅤ

soft:

ㅤ ୨୧ ✿𝅼    🦢 ♡ㅤ ⋂⋂ ⁺ ｡

⬭ യ 𝆹 ㅊ ⌒ㅤ꒰ ◌ ◞ ◟ ꒱ㅤ♪

ㅤ ꒰ㅤ꒰ ㅤᘛ porcᧉl𐐼ꪱnᧉ⠀ ᨳ⠀ 𖠗 ꕤ

° ᦃ ｡ dⱺll 𝆬 ㅉ ๑ Ⳋ

ᘞ ㅤ!! ㅤ ഒ ㅤ 𐂯 ത ૮ ࣪ .

🥐 ฅ ⠀ ۪ ݁ ⠀ʚɞ⠀ ⪨ ⪨ ⠀˚⠀ ⌗

￮ 𓈒 ⁺ 𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁ㅤ𝆬 ♡︎ ! 음식 ୭୧ㅤ۪ 🖖🏻🥛

⠀͡ ꒱ ᜊ ⪩⪨ ˚ ✧ 🗒️ cⴙxrry

౨ৎ ㅤ۪ ⬭ ㅋᩚ 𓇼 ꯱ 여왕 ❀ ᨺ

🐇 ᰌ ִ を 🅅 귀여운 ֙ㅤ 𝚣 ᶻ zㅤ

𓈒ㅤ 𑁯ㅤ 🌿 ☆‌ ੭ ꒰ ੭ㅤmochi'! ᜊ゙

ᨳ 甘い花 ✿" ﹆ · ✉️ ⊹ ‹𝟹

ᄈ ⠀ 🐭ㅤ︖﹖ㅤ✩ ㅤ꒰ ⁄ ⁄ ⁄ก ིྀ ִ ⠀㔾

dark:

✦ㅤ𓈒⠀🌀 . 。 𖥔 ⠀⏜ ᷼ ★ 𝐓ّ‽𝐑݄𝐄ٌ𝐃̶̸᪶

♣️ֶ 𖣯 ～ ᯙ̸̷ ⬞ ︒ㅤ۪ ༆ ִ ᐛ

˖ ˙ 🌪️ ᶻᶻ ㅤ𝟎︭𝟗︭ㅤ 癝 ㅤ⏤ ㅤ𖠋 !?

✿◌ 🎧 © 𝐖̲𝐓𝐅̷ ᨒ⃢ ✔︎ ☺︎︎☻︎☹︎

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ﹏     ☑️ ⸼ ࣪. ㅤ҉ ▌   *

𝓢ᴇᴍ 𝒜𝗆𝗈𝗋 ☆゙ ᭥ 𓇽 ⸻̸ㅤ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ♥︎ぇ

𓆡 ۫ ♱ ‧ 인형 ⠀ﾉ ⠀ ৶ ꒷꒦ 〹 ➜ ﹔

リ ᶻ ﹒ 遅い ₊ 𝅄 ♥︎⠀ ٢⠀ㅤֶָ֪̫ㅤ🐈‍⬛ ۪ 𝆺𝅥𝅮 𖤝

🎸 ㅤ𝔉̸𝃣 ׂ !? 𝂒 ★ㅤ𝆇𝄖 🌪️ㅤ𐏐ㅤ⅌ㅤ鑫

ㅤ 💲 𓊪ㅤ ᨞ㅤ ◟ ㅤ⚫ㅤ ≡ ⟍⟋ ㅤ𝗜 ⓘㅤ ࣪

𖩤𖩣 ︵͡ ⁺ 𝓥𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾 ❤︎⠀ ⸼ ◒ 💻

𓆱 ⺀ ⩩ ＊ ⛓ 𐚱 〻 !!

𖢲 ﹅ ׁׁ ■ ꔵ 〨 ִֶָ ☄ : : ﹙﹠﹚

symbol──pack

[bea-lele-carmen]

A thought in my head, I think

Of something to do

Expressions tell everything

I see one on you

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

My love, she comes in colors

You can tell her from the clothes she wears

When I was invisible

I needed no light

You saw right through me, you said

Was I out of sight?

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

My love, she comes in colors

You can tell her from the clothes she wears

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

My love, she comes in colors

You can tell her from the clothes she wears

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

My love, she comes in colors

You can tell her from the clothes she wears

When I was in England town

The rain fell right down

I looked for you everywhere

Till I'm not around

Whoa-oh-oh-oh

My love, she comes in colors

You can tell her from the clothes she wears

[lexiluxray]

I heard it is XY 10th anniversary today ? As a happy coincidence I just finished these so I figured it would be fitting to share them ! 🌿🔥

No nostalgia or long lasting love involved for me as I'm currently just in the middle of discovering the game, ten years late... but I don't mind ! I'm loving finding my way back to the pokemon universe right now and learning to know a whole cast of amazing characters ♥

[syndrmes]

symbol pack + emoji combos

Nerdy:

🍎✿⃘໋ׅ 🍀 ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞° 🌀◍*⃝̥★།།ᬼ ͓͡• (☉-⚆) 𑜞᭠⬤ᰯུ ᬊ 💬ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢ ⚈้♻️̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ໂ‧͡‧⒅𝄢۫🌐 👔 ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞ြ░🥭ᬽ 𖥔ᬽ🔠💬 ➥2𝓞𝓞6.jpeg Ⓝⓔⓡⓓ ◍*⃝̥❤︎ 🏈#͢𝓞6🗒️᭪ᬻ✏️ ꦽ⬮ ᬼ˖͢ ✹ 𝓝erd! ᮫͙ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ 💾 연세𝓲D™ © #MySpace™ 🖥️ ◌◍ 👔 ۪۪ 🍎 ᬽ🛜 ⑱ ⓲ 🅽🅴🆁🅳 Student 𝓲D ⏱️❤︎ ̮͡ू⃞⃯💾 ᬽ 🍎᭪ᬻ 𓈒ིུ❀👔 ⃨۪۪̃۟⬤🧳 𖣠͢Zzzz… ྀི ͟͟❘❙❚❙#Study 𝒮eouꪶ 🌿🗒️͟͟❘❙ ⃨̃ ᭂ ⓲살ུ ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨ ͢ #⃝Nerdy⟡Girl ♪ ˖◛ 🐻⬮ ᬼ ˖ ြ░ (✱✱✱) ้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ཻུ͎ ▞ြ░ Ⓡ𝒾GiNAL ‘🌀⃜⃞ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ͢ ㉈:⩇⩇AM

🍏💭📖 🖍️🗓️📒 💬📘✏️ 🐶📖🍎

⌨️📓🖇️ 🚸📙🖍️ 🏫💭🖌️ 🤓💬🍏

🏀🖥️🎒 🛜🍏🖱️ 📋🚸🎶 🖥️💭📘

Dark:

❙⬮⃨۪̃۟⬤⌚️ ᰮᬺᬸ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ⡷⃨ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ 🌺 𒈔 ꦽ⬮ ᬼ ᮫͙ 📓🌳⒅ བྷ།ᬼ

🔮🌋 ⃝̥★།། ຶ⵿ ཀ ⓱+ ▬̸̎͞ ▂▃ ᬼ ͓͡• 🌅 ⬮ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ✿ ❙⬮⃨̃l۪۪ ▞⃨۪۪̃۟⬤ ཻུ͎ 𒈔 ⃘໋ׅ .. བྷ ᬼ ̳͟͞͞ ⚔️░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🃏ᬊཻུ۪۪ ြ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗໋ׅ🎍 🪙˖◌ ꦽ ̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿"♰𖥔ᬽ™ 🎋 𑜞᭄ೃㅤ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ᜴꤬⬚͒❀ 𝕱i͟n͟a͟l͟ 📌⚖️ 𖣠͢🧳 ᬽ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ ̳͟͞͞✿ ིུ͠⠀ ◌◍ᬊཻུ۪۪ ◍*⚰️⃝̥🎻 ♥️🪦🩻᜴꤬⬚͒ 𖥨᩠ׄ݁  𒅒 ൃ ̮͡𑁍ུ 🚟 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ͚ᬼ 𖣁͙᭰͒̑͡ ᭊ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ ᭂ ⚈🚞🚧้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ྀ ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ㅤㅤʕ•͓͡•ʔ 𓍢ִ໋🀦 𖠋 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𖤛 ᬊཻུ۪۪ ြ⌚️☎️ ⚘( ၴႅၴ ᛝ ྀི ໒ྀི ℘† ❙⬮ 𓏵 ⃨۪̃۟⬤ᬊ ̸⃨▬̸⃨ ིུ ⠀ 📮🎴 ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰͟͟͟͟͟♥︎̼̻ ˘˖ 𑜞♻️ 𝕳a͟u͟n͟t͟e͟d͟ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗໋ׅ 🧳𖣁͙᭰͒̑͡𖣠 ⃘໋ׅ 🌋 𒈔ାୁ ̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ༑𓈒̩̩͙༑ ⃟͚̊✿♩ །ື̤ ᭄ᬽ ⟡˖ ۪۟◍𝓢oju ❀⚔️▞ ཻུ͎ ✴︎ ᬽ𝓢P𝒾R𝒾T❚❙❘ བྷ།ᬼ𖡄̽ᭂ ❊ ̭͡░°🥥‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ⃟͚̊❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡ ̮͡ू⃞⃯ ̳͟͞͞,𖥔 𖣠͢░⃕⃝▞ 🌺 ⃟͚̊❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♫ུ᳝᳜᳝

🩻💭⌚️ 🔔🪙📌 🌳🌋💭 🔮⚖️🌺

🕷️⛓️‍💥🕸️ 🎋⚰️🎴 💭🚧🕸️ 🩻🌳🚟

⚰️⚖️📮 🪦🌋📓 ⚰️🕸️🕷️ ⛓️‍💥🌺🎋

Soft:

𓈒̩̩͙ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ🌴 ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̥✿‧̥˚̩̩̥·‧̥·̊‧̥❤︎ ♬ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞ြ░🐻‍❄️🌐ᭊ ᬊ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ ✿⃘໋ׅ ᜴꤬⬚͒ 🛬 𝓜rs. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა ⁺‧͙❤︎ ㇏ 8t͟e͟e͟n͟ ݁ ൃ ̮͡🐶 ⌨️⟢ ˖◛ .🍼 . ݁ 𐒘𝛠 ⊹ ֗𓈀 🩰 ⟡ ˖͢ #⃝ ❝ D♡LL❤︎ ❞ 👚🐰⊹˚˖ ۪ܺׄᣟ݂ ໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა 🐰 ❤︎ ₊ ֗ 𓈃 ⌨️⟢🍀 ˖͢ #⃝ ུ2O͟O6 ❤︎𝄢۫ ◍*⃝̥ ⬮ ❤︎ ̮͡ू⃞⃯

*˚⁺‧͙˚◌ 🪽 ⟡₊🥨⊹ 🍦.. 🛬 ⓘit-girl🥯ㅤㅤ𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ2𝓞𝓞6 ❥ ାୁ ̼̻♥︎̼̻ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ͢ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ ᨶᯃྀི✿ 🐶๋ ❜୧ (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)ུ ᬊ C◍*⃝̥kie ͟ ♥︎̼ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒 d͟a͟l͟g͟i 🍀 ໑ৎ ׁ  𖥔 🥐۪ܺׄ™ ׅ♡ ◍*⃝̥ 𖥔 𝒟♡⃝llSite… ▞ ۪۪ ❤︎ ⊹ 👱🏻‍♀️ 𓈃❛⃯ ྀི ✿⃬⃝ ུ ຼ ❤︎ ໋𓈒🌸 🐩˖ ࣪⊹♥︎ ❤︎ ̮͡ *️⃣ ⬮⬤ᰯུ bl♡⃝g ⃝onꪶine ❤︎ 𐂯🥛 ͢ℳuñeca

🐼*️⃣🌸 🍉💭🐶 🍡🕒🥟 🛫☁️🌴

🥖🐨🧇 👼🏻🍀🍼 👛🐼⭐️ 💅🏻🍈🎀

🥨💭🍴 🍰🫐🍥 🕒🍀🛫 📦🐰🌸

Tropical:

ြ◗⿴🌴🐠ㅤ𓄼░ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ 🌼⃝˚ ᭊㅤ♡⃟🍈🥯❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫여름𝒮un ⃘𐇽 ◍*⃝̥🐠▞ြ░🍹⟡˖͢ ▞ ུ۪۪𝒾sland˖🌺ࣺ˖̑͡ ᭄ᬽ🪸 ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ൃུㅤ♫ 🥭𖣠͢ 𝓣r✿pical ᬽ ₊ ֗𓊔 ྀི𓈒 ཻུ۪۪͎ ▞▞ ~ 𓇼𖣠͢░⃕⃝▞ 𝒮un ♪𓈒ིུ❀ 🏝️🫧 ╲╱👕𝔅reeze~ ̩̥‧🌊 ❛、໋🌿 ͟͟❘❙ ⃨̃ ᭂ 🏖️❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡ ░ 🪼⡷ᅟᅟᅟ⓲살ུ👙 ཻུ͎ ཐི ຶ⵿ᩤ᭔ 𓆉 𝒪𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 ᣞ 𓏸 ݁ ◍₊ ྀི𓈒 •ﻌ• ፝⃟⃰⃰༽🌊 ུ♪ᭂ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏🥭ໂ‧͡‧⒅𝄢۫🌐 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ *⃝̥᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ᭊ

🐚🐠☁️ 👕🌴💭 🥭🌊🐚 🌺🪸🐠

⛱️🌊🐼 🐡🐚🌺 🪼🗒️☀️ 🧃🕒🍹

🥥*️⃣🌴 🗒️🍀🌊 🐠⛱️🪼 📦☁️🛫

Kaomoji’s:

(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀⸝⸝⸝)ෆ(„• ᴗ •„) ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (*≧ω≦*) 𐃆 ˒˒( ◍′༥‵*◍)ŧ‹"ŧ‹" (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) ꉂ( ˃ᴗ˂ )ᵎᵎᵎ ( ˃̵⌓˂̵) .ᐟ.ᐟ ⸜( ◜࿁◝ )⸝ﾔｯﾀｱ-!! (๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾ (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) (๑>؂•̀๑) ‎´ސު｀ʺ̢͈̗̋ •᷊᷄ṏ̮•᷊᷅ ˵̡̖̎̏⁝ °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞° (☉-⚆) \(^ヮ^)/ („ಡωಡ„) (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ (눈_눈) (」°ロ°)」 o(>< )o ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶ (╬ Ò﹏Ó) (≖､≖╬) ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶ 凸( ` ﾛ ´ )凸 (ಡ‸ಡ) (っ˘̩╭˘̩)っ(·•᷄‎𐃷•᷅ ) (-ω-、) ＼(º □ º l|l)/ Σ(°△°|||)︴(-_-;)・・・Σ(°ロ°) ヾ(・ω・*) (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ (^ω~) (>ᴗ•) ´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ` /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ =^‥^= =^･ｪ･^= ʕ (´(ｴ)ˋ ) ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ U・ᴥ・U ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ •ﻌ• ·ᴥ· ᵔⰙᵔ ა⁩≽^•⩊•^≼ ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ ꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა ૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *) (=🝦 ༝ 🝦=) ʕ; •`ᴥ•´ʔ Σʕﾟᴥﾟﾉʔﾉ “φʕ•ᴥ•oʔ ʕ*ﾉᴥﾉʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔσ” ʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ ʕノ)ᴥ(ヾʔ ʕ/ ·ᴥ·ʔ/ ʕ　·ᴥ·ʔ ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ ╲ʕ·ᴥ·╲ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ʕ•㉨•ʔ

[sunniewr]

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

God's 11th Finger

God's 11th Finger by Blue Eagle16

Some have powerful Quirks. Some have weak Quirks. Izuku has the weirdest (and most powerful) one, but he doesn't even know he has it.

Or-

Izuku unknowingly has a Quirk where every time he 'jacks off', he randomly cures someone of Cancer.

Crack, not smut. One shot

Words: 9574, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shiozaki Ibara, Class 1-A, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Background & Cameo Characters, Original Characters

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shiozaki Ibara, Midoriya Izuku & Shiozaki Ibara, Tomura Shigaraki/CeraVe Moisturizing Cream

Additional Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, possibly?, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Masturbation, But not shown or described, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Dramatic Draco Malfoy, Shiozaki Ibara is in Class 1-A, Shiozaki Ibara Has One For All Quirk, I beat you to the punch of showing it KitsunZae! Hah!, Implied Sexual Content, Final War Arc

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48492430

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

A Little Bit of Green

A Little Bit of Green by Backing Into Infinity

Midoriya Izuku was born green.

His Mother blamed his father, Midoriya was a prophetic name in her opinion.

His father blamed his mother, natural green hair was an omen for sure.

His doctor blamed science, more specifically his quirk: Photosynthesis.

Bakugo Katsuki insisted he was green because he envied the gods for their ability to cause chaos.

Words: 1167, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Monoma Neito, Midoriya Izuku, Shiozaki Ibara, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Class 1-B, Class 1-A

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Shiozaki Ibara, Bakugou Katsuki/Monoma Neito

Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Funny, Comedy, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Plant, Gremlin Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Cults, Sun God, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42673017

[itsonlydana]

Hi, I could not find your rules for writing, but if I may request some smut/fluff *Thranduil x reader*. You can imagine this scenario; the tranduil and reader are playing this kind of game: do or drink, and how they are playing, they have various tasks,some are funny, some are more s€xual... they are kind of sassy and playful, and they are teasing eachother (because none of them want to lose), and after that they will do what have to be done (yk what I mean). If you are not comfortable or I over-crossed your rules, than you can ignore this ♥︎. Thank you for your beautiful writings, cant wait for another !

Drinks and Dares | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader 👑

Boredom leads Thranduil to ask you to play a game that either end in far too many secrets spilled or far too much wine drank. When you agreed you wouldn't have thought the evening to end like this!

tags/warnings: NSWF! THIS IS ADULT CONTENT ✋️, smut, oral sex (fem), fingering, pet names, slight intoxication on wine (they literally played a drinking game, it's all consensual), Thranduil gets off on reader wearing his crown

word count: 4,5k

an: this turned out to be much filthier and longer than I expected or planned but here you go! I'm getting much more comfortable writing smut though it's still not at a level where I could say: yeah i know what I'm doing so forgive me if it feels a bit "clunky"

+ masterlist + rules + 🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

The truth was, you shouldn't have agreed to play a game with Thranduil. 

As his most trusted guard ever since he was crowned and daresay friend for the past two millennials you should have known better than to assist him in his mischief because you knew, you knew, that nothing good ever came to his bored ingenious mind and once again you were proven to be right in that initial judgment you had ignored again, and look where that led you:

Sitting cross-legged in his private chambers and staring up as Thranduil elegantly made out with his own reflection in the tall mirror.

It was one of the more…audacious dares of the evening because you see, Thranduil's idea of entertainment was, of course, combining drinking with luring out a side of you that you, on a normal day-to-day basis, hid behind the honorable task of accompanying your Majesty. Normally you would never allow it to be this carefree, to not bother checking your surroundings – or tongue, a far worse opportunity to slip up. Thranduil could protect himself very much without any help though he liked to keep you around for comfort, but your tongue?

No, there were far too many secret desires that needed to be pushed down with the utmost care. 

This concentration and focus were however nowhere to be seen after you had agreed to fool around with Thranduil's infinite supply of wine that never seemed to become less, despite the amount you drank. 

The dares became less light-hearted the more wine flowed. Sneaking around the servants' hall to steal Feren's comb changed into you having to yell out the first word that came to your mind when you thought of Thranduil (the bastard had you scream 'so fucking sensual' before you both collapsed into giggles). The dares you gave Thranduil changed quite drastically as well, going from tame things like telling whoever he hated the most on the council (Thorin was the only answer and that was nothing he kept to himself) to.. well – kissing himself in the mirror.  

From your point, you saw how his eyes were closed and his lips opened, smooched against the fogged-up crystal as his tongue sensually licked up a bit of spit he left. While his breath clouded the sight, you held yours in an effort to capture the smallest of noises like the soft moans that slipped out of him.

You heard and saw him press a wet kiss, a last shorter one, nothing more than a quick peck, against his reflection before his eyes snapped open to meet yours and you hoped he mistook the dilution in your pupils for the wine you held cradled in your lap and not for the pure arousal that cursed through your bloodstream and pumped straight to your core. He smirked, sharp at the edges of his with spit glittering mouth. He wasn't stupid. 

"So," you cleared your throat and leaned back on one hand, lifting the other to sip on your wine, "Your turn."

"Mhm yes." Thranduil lowered himself back on the chaise longue and tugged a leg under himself. He wrapped his long fingers around the chalice to click his nails against the gold; the beat echoing deep with the throbbing between your legs. "You shall do the same as me."

"What?" you huffed, "Kiss the mirror?"

He nodded.

Your eyebrows drew together in a frown, "You can't just give me the same task! That's not how this works, Your Majesty–"

"Then drink," Thranduil said unbothered by your nagging, "That is how the game works. You do," he paused and tipped his chalice into your direction, smirking, "or you drink."

Playing games like this led to far too many secrets spilled and far too much skin revealed, evidenced by the state of undress you're both in. 

Your armor had been placed by the door long ago, leaving you in a simple tunic and leggings that had grown uncomfortably warm by now. Thranduil too had rid himself of all the fancy robes and was left lounging in far too few layers for anyone else to see him. You saw the pale skin of his throat all the way down to a muscular chest revealed by a loose satin tunic and noticed every twitch of his legs confined in very, so very tight sitting, breeches. 

You glared at him and gripped your own chalice tighter, tempted to just down it all and give him another dare that his ego would not easily allow to give up on but it has been a long evening and most of your thoughts are still hung up on the imagery of Thranduil pressed against his own reflection, hand splayed wide against condensation of his own hot breath. 

Standing up quickly your head spun a few rounds didn't stop you from marching up to the mirror, swaying a bit to the left before reaching it. Thranduil watched you, his eyes locked onto yours and even if he may wanted to seem casual, leaning back into the cushions, his bobbing throat betrayed the image of unaffectedness he was trying to portray.

You told yourself it was the wine in your system that made you stand up on your naked tiptoes to reach the spot where Thranduil's breath had left an imprint of his mouth and, shaking just slightly, your mouth crushed against the warmed glass; right where he had been.

You tasted spit and wine and metal. 

It was not at all what you had expected and at first, there was awkwardness to kissing a smooth surface that didn't reciprocate your movements until you heard a choked-up sound behind you. Thranduil's noise fueled you on and remembering what he had done, you opened your lips, allowing your tongue to draw a suggestively figure-eight. 

Another gasp, this time it was your own at the lack of oxygen that would have taken you down had you not drawn back. By now the alcohol muddled your brain completely, making it impossible to stand still and not sway again. Heat pooled in your cheeks and down lower between your legs, and you were sure they were as red as they felt; flushed by this indecent behavior that only he could provoke in you because who were you but a fool in love?

"See, this was not very hard, was it?" Thranduil laughed huskily.

"Still a stupid dare," you bit and sat down again, glad that your knees didn't give up halfway across the room as they threatened to do. As a trained warrior, a good one at that, you may say so yourself, you should be able to control yourself better. It was truly pathetic how the scratch of Thranduil's voice combined with the heat that threatened to suffocate the room left your hands shaking and your knees wobbling. When the world tipped slightly, you gave in, falling onto your back to watch the ceiling spin. 

"Okay," your eyes followed the roots that curved through the stone. They had been there long before you built the halls around them though now they were intertwined in the very ground that held you all together. "You, um, you have to drink or–" You grasped at whatever coherent thought was left in the puddle of brain that swooshed inside your head. A girlish giggle left you as a most improper idea manifested, its origin that one fantasy you had for decades now, never more than a secret you only dared to think about in the most lonely times.

"Or?" Thranduil inquired. He sounded very amused and if you looked half as funny and flushed as you felt, you understood why.

"Or," your head lolled to the side, taking in his long body splayed across the chaise longue watching you with a look in his eyes that had heart feathering, fluttering like a bird's wings, "I'm allowed to wear your crown."

A beat of silence. 

Thranduil's eyebrows slowly wandered up on his forehead, creating the perfect arch to capture his short moment of confusion before his mouth followed. Just when you thought now you'd done it and fucked up his lips curved into a smirk and you hoped, begged, lusted after his agreement; you wouldn't survive a denial. 

Not now, not with heat curling hot inside your stomach.

You wouldn't say the atmosphere changed, not particularly; there had been an underlying tension ever since you both had freed yourself from the constricting robes and armors and pretended not to stare at each bit of skin revealed, but there certainly was a shift to what was already there: hunger. 

Starvation in the form of wide eyes and quick intakes of breath, your body screaming for him and you scrambling toward Thranduil, as he slowly petted the empty space next to him. 

"Sit," his voice commanded, and ever the dutiful admirer of His Majesty you sat up straight and placed your legs in a perfect angle in front of you instead of following his example and tucking them under your body. Thranduil unfolded them gracefully. He kept his eyes trained on you and you had no problems staring right back. "I must say, you are awfully brave to ask me for my crown," Thranduil said as he stood up and thus forced you to crane your neck.

"To be precise," you started, without a care in the world this would be most daring as well, if not borderline stupid and ignorant, "I did not ask for it." Thranduil's eyebrows wandered up again. You didn't shrink under his gaze but rather challenged it.

"Do you call your king a liar?" 

You lifted your chin higher, tilting it slightly in thought. There were many answers to his question, varying greatly on the specter of what one would deem inappropriate, and all of them lay on the tip of your tongue.

You settled on one of them with a soft smile on your lips that could be perceived as dreamy. "I do not call my king a liar," you waited until Thranduil thought this to be your final answer until that satisfied smirk of him thinking he had won another round appeared on his beautiful face, and then you continued: "There are rules to this game and so I didn't ask for your crown, I dared you to let me wear it. It's entirely in your hands to either accept the dare or you must drink." The last part you said slowly, not rushing out the words that fueled Thranduil's smirk further on just as you had predicted it would happen if you showed finesse in your answer and not gave into his power-plays. 

"So it seems," Thranduil said. He reached for the crown on his head, the oak sticks, lush with moss and green foliage that sprouted a colorful array of yellow buttercups, pink foxglove, fiery-red poppies, and blueish-purple tufted vetches for summer had come, and weighted it in his hands. 

He lowered it slowly, taking his time to take in every little breath you took, the rapid rising and falling of your chest that had Thranduil's special attention. When you felt the crown parting your hair, had the twigs press against the sensitive skin behind your ear, and were completely engulfed in the oh-so-sweet but heavy floral scent, all rational thinking left you with a breathy moan. 

There was control, and dominance in the crown, in all that it stood for and now you wore it, still physically beneath Thranduil but that too changed the moment your lashes fluttered looking up at him, intoxicated on wine, power, and the knowledge to be the only other person that ever had the privilege of this.

"Valar, look at you," Thranduil rasped, darkness blew his pupils wide and his hands fell to cup your neck into their large palms. Fingertips pressed against your fluttering pulse and you automatically, even though you had never allowed any Ellon to touch this delicate part, leaned into it. 

"And? How do I look?" you asked and gasped as his nails scratched over your neck.

Thranduil's grip on your neck nudged your head back further. He leaned down, loose hair like a waterfall out of starlight and if the hunger in his eyes was anything to go by, he was burning up just like you. 

When he spoke, it was a low tide rolling over coarse sand: "Majestic." His thumbs were under your chin, hindering it from dropping at the word though he felt the whimper bubbling up inside you where his fingers laid claim on your throat. "My turn," he said.

For a brief second, you didn't know what he was talking about, all that went through your head was that this, you sitting in his crown with him standing in front of you, was worth all the pining of a millennial. 

"You will address me by my given name, not by my title."

"What?" Your tongue flicked out to wetten your lips.

"I –," Thranduil's thumb wandered the same path that your tongue had, "dare you –," he pulled your lower lip back, revealing your open-in-wonder-gaze, "to call me by my name while I worship you in a manner deserving for a Queen."

Your heart stopped and were it not for the tension tying you down, you would have stumbled away. "Queen? Your Maj–"

"Silence!" Dark eyebrows furrowed in on themselves. Thranduil's hands trailed down your neck, over your chest bone and heaving breasts, nails tugging on the cord that kept everything together as it should, and effortlessly, one flick of his hand snapped the knot open – revealing the frantic breaths that moved your body. He sank to his knees, spreading open his legs to sit down on his heels.

"My Ki–" 

This time you stopped yourself, biting down on your lip to keep the word back that felt like a lie with the crown adorning you and instead doing nothing but stare at your King, because that was who he was in the end, Thranduil, Great Elvenking, Son of Oropher and Leader of the Woodland Elves, pulling on your leggings and removing the last part of clothing that had hidden your arousal. 

"You started this, little one," Thranduil murmured as he nudged his nose against your thighs, his lips only centimeters away from your skin. His eyes flickered to you, "you will forgive me if I finish it."

"Oh, you don't have to do that"

"Why not? Who are you to deny a King a wish most truthfully coming from his heart?" There was a taunting tone in his voice. "

"I am nothing but a mere guard, Thranduil," his name slipped your tongue more easily now that he was kneeling in front of your dripping sex and a certain shyness fell over you, "There are far different ellens deserving of this– of your touch"

"You have taken care of me for many years, far more than I can count," he said lowly and softly, while his hands brushed over the subtle curves of your naked legs, dipped into the bent of your knees to coax them open, "Let me be the one to care for you now."

His lips left a wet trail of kisses up your thighs, hot and open-mouthed and you were whimpering even before he sealed them over your throbbing clit and flicked his tongue over it. A whimper became a gasp, a broken one at that because Thranduil wasted no time teasing you but rather dived right into slightly open his jaw and using the flat length of his tongue, he licked through your lips in such a manner the obscene sound echoed through the entire chamber. 

Your hands flew to his head to bury them in the soft strands of his hair and you wrapped them around your fingers for a better hold. Not that that was necessary, the way Thranduil lapped at you showed no sign that he ever wanted to be anywhere else than between your legs.

His tongue moved through you swiftly, the talent of the wide enough to cover all of you, yet precise technique to flick against your clit again and again on his route brought a blazing hot pleasure to you that quickly dissolved all the muscles you had used to stay upright. 

Thranduil moaned against you, and through the mess that you had made of his hair, ruffled all across his forehead, you saw his eyes roll back into his head, and when his luscious lashes brushed your pelvic bone just as he heaved your legs over his shoulders to practically hold you up, your back arched beautifully and all that remained were your arms and shoulders that got burned by the fabric, the coil inside you snapped and all you could do was follow his orders to scream his name.

In a flash, you went from practically elevating in the air to being pinned into the chaise lounge, Thranduil's broad body covering you easily. Long agile fingers stayed where his tongue had been, two spreading you open and the middle one slipping right into you thanks to the mixture of spit and your cum that he had graciously left there. 

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked through gritted teeth and you felt him grind his own affection into you. There was certainly a heavy weight against your shaking thighs and you moaned at the loss of not having him inside you yet. Thranduil grinned, and you felt it on his lips kissing your neck and jaw. "You did," he chuckled breathlessly, "You sat there all evening, letting this game continue as your pretty head thought of a way to fulfill these filthy– filthy fantasies."

You clenched around his finger at his words and the low timbre he used to speak them directly into your ear. One of his rings, cold despite the heat that surrounded you both, met your clit and your hips flew up but were stopped by his body caging you in.

"Tell me," Thranduil opened his mouth and teeth grazed over your ear; you were keening instantly, dripping more than you have ever had in all the nights you pretended your own fingers were his though now you knew they would never come close to the actual thing, "What came next in your fantasies?"

"Preferably me," you whined.

It brought a full laugh out of him, heartily and so not at all fitting for the situation you were in but that lifted some of the stressful tension, leaving more room for playfulness that had been far back in your head out of the need to preserve every second, afraid this was just the wine playing tricks on you. 

His heavy yet perfect weight was a pressing reminder this was not at all an image your mind had conjured. 

"Is that a dare?" 

Damn him, you thought. He was still keeping up this forsaken game.

You raised your hands, missing your goal the first time at a loss of focus he robbed you of with a second finger fucking into you. The next time you tried you managed to wrap your arms around his neck and grab some of his tresses. 

"My King," you watched his pupils blacken out even further, taking away most of the calm blues and grays, "I dare you to respect the crown." Thranduil let out a throaty groan, almost as if he was tortured. You smiled, however much you could while his fingers scissored you open.

"I dare you to fuck me like there's royal blood in me."

He hooked his fingers, dragging the tips over a rough patch inside you that had you keening and stumbling over whimpers and gasps that slipped out of you faster than you could catch your breath. His mouth latched on to your neck again, sucking a bit of the soft skin into his mouth only to soothe the spot his teeth had nibbled on a moment later in a wet apology. The thought of a bruise in the shape of his canine is exhilarating, doused by the wine that left its hot film over all that's happening. 

"Such vulgar language," Thranduil mocked and, to your absolute disagreement, pulled out his fingers. His hand once again found your thigh, wet and glistening with the essence that he left on your skin, as his other hand made quick work of his breeches, somehow, gracefully pulling them off and flinging them somewhere across the floor through where it landed was not at all were your attention fell to but rather the impressive size of him.

He always had been muscular and well-formed for an Ellon, not that he lacked in elegance for that, but you had noticed his shoulders were broader, his chest defined yet slender and naturally one couldn't forget about his height. It was as if the stars had conspired to ensure that he would stand out in every way and exceed all expectations.

Eager to get his cock inside you you wiggled your hips, chasing after anything that could bring you closer to your goal. 

The only result you got was Thranduil's fingers coming down to pinch your clit as he clicked his tongue. His dark eyebrows raised in admonition. "It seems you require a lesson in behavior fitting a Queen. This impatience must be lost at once!" 

Faster than you could react he flipped you over, large hands effortlessly handling you to face the cushions, knees spread wide and your dripping cunt exposed to him. Your legs nearly slipped of the sides, bringing out a squeal of surprise. "Thranduil!" you laughed and turned your head.

As soon as looked over your shoulder and saw his flat hand palming your cheek, spreading you open while his other hand fisted his hard cock, all teasing became unnecessary. Thranduil let a drop of spit fall onto his hand which he used to lube himself up.

"A loyal subservient must always be on his Queen's side," he said and his hips twitched into his hand, "I will swear my allegiance to you from behind you."

Bright blue yet lust-clouded eyes stared at you and his smirk sent shivers down your spine; all for him to see. You felt his cock nudge against you, the tip alone larger than expected and you gasped. It became harder to keep your head where you could watch his face contort, to see his jaw slacken at your tight heat, and you pressed your chin against your shoulder in need of support. 

Every inch that breached you burned most deliciously and even now, most of his cock was still for you to see, he had imprinted itself to be the only Ellon who would ever fill you this perfectly. You want to howl at the burning pleasure that sparked up your spine, a glimmer of hot fire licking through your middle, and need buried its claws in your tender flesh.

He pushed into you completely, slipping right in due to his extensive preparations and the surreal amount of wetness that surely dripped onto the expensive fabric of the chaise lounge that burned where your knees dug into it. The moan he tore out of you at the intrusion vibrated through you wholly. You screamed in ecstasy, spiraled into an endless pit, and your head dropped down not unlike a puppet that had its strings snapped, however, yours were strung tighter. You felt your cunt blink around him as you accommodated the heft of him.

Thranduil moaned, grunted, and exhaled heavily throughout the whole slow push until his cock sat deep inside you and his sharp hips met your ass. His hand there gripped you harshly enough for it to probably leave bruises in the shape of his fingers and moons of his nails, and the fluttering of your walls around his length did not help in him loosening the grip. 

"Devine," he groaned lowly, "Oh, how I have imagined how you would feel stretched around me." Huh? "This sweet, sweet cunt plagued me for far too long for me to act upon it only now," he continued and rolled his hips against yours. It drove his cock deeper, meeting a spot that had you seeing stars and made it impossible to answer to his admissions, which only continued.

"The many ways I thought about your body beneath mine, your pretty lips sucking me off during these unbearable meetings." 

A hand wrapped around your chin, nudging your head away from the pillow you had used to stifle your moans, fabric lint dry on your tongue, and imprints of your teeth left behind, and as Thranduil pulled out of you, leaving just his tip in to stretch you, he turned your head back at him again. Long fingers stroked over your temple, pinched your cheeks together to draw your mouth into a pucker and you followed the silent instructions of sucking his pointer into it. 

Thranduil leaned down, his chest covering your back completely, you whined at the loss of the inch of cock this movement brought forth, then his lips were peppering kisses to your ear. "You dared me to fuck you like royalty?" he asked and you frantically nodded. Thranduil's teeth flashed at his wide smirk. "Then you better take all that I have to offer"

One smooth thrust, your moan echoing loudly, a wet squelch far too obscene, and Thranduil set a rhythm that had you rely on his arm that wrapped around your middle for any hold on reality. Your hands clawed at the chaise lounge, nails ripping apart seams to ground yourself against the punishing pace with which his cock drove itself home, carved a space for the massive length and width, and the sounds you made only fueled Thranduil on. 

"Look at you," he gasped, "taking me so well."

The praise washed over you with such a crushing weight. 

Days, Weeks, Years, Decades, Millenniums. All the time that had passed. You thought you would wait forever for a compliment as meaningful as this, to hear his appreciation and now.. oh he thought you to worthy enough to take him, to take all of him.

Tears pooled in your eyes, dripping slowly and falling down at the brutal pace used to hammer his cock into you, deeper, further, more and more until you thought it punched a way through your stomach up into your throat because all that you felt, all that you were, was a snug fit, taking him so well.

"Thran.. Thranduil–" you whined and the strings in your gut tightened. "Please," you begged, for all, for nothing, for him. He alone held you over that edge you barreled towards, he alone would be able to push you over into an abyss of the ever-growing pleasure.

"Cum," he ordered, voice strained and by the frantic rhythm of his thrusts you thought he was reaching a limit as well, "Let me feel you cum once more. I dare you!"

You wailed, another sound mixing into the slapping of skin, the shortened breaths and the grunts, the loud pounding of the blood inside your ears until his fingers dropped down to your clit, pinching it again through the slick that pooled there, lightening up yet another nerve ending and you screamed as hot white blinding pleasure exploded and engulfed you. It shot through your limps, branched to every last cell in your body, and filled all thoughts. Even your own heartbeat became an echo of his cock.

Stars

A sea of twinkling lights, burning up in front of your eyes as you screamed your release, your whole body twitching and at the same time pressing back into Thranduil's hips.

You wanted to see him unravel, to come undone and this egoistical part of you fed on the thought of being the one who breaks the Elvenking but when his hips stuttered one last time and you felt his release coating your twitching insides, Thranduil was just as electrifyingly and unfairly beautiful. 

Cold metal brushed against your lips and you blinked dazed. 

"Drink," Thranduil had grabbed the abandoned chalice and held it to your panting mouth, ignoring the drool that wettened the corner of it.

"But–," you mumbled and a dreamy, fucked-out smile spread in your face, "I haven't even heard the dare yet."

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[softsanada]

ׅ 𝆬 𝅑 ╰╮ feels like fa𝗹𝗹𝗶ng | hotr

ㅤㅤsobretudo, porto real era um ninho de víboras sedentas. a ambição era o único atributo em comum na corte. daenys targaryen sabia navegar pelo mar de falsidade que a cercava com destreza e elegância, até que sua zona de conforto é ameaçada com os sussurros de uma aliança matrimonial com otto hightower, um homem que tinha consigo a estima e afeição de seu pai, o rei viserys.

ㅤㅤo herdeiro da campina, edmund tyrell, apresenta-se em seus planos como uma promessa potencial para manter o que ainda lhe restava de sua liberdade e o poder político que estar na casa do dragão lhe cedia.

ㅤㅤharwin strong, por vez, é um observador na complexa dança que o relacionamento da princesa e o lord tyrell desenvolveu-se. porém, logo seria o alvo coletivo da cobiça de ambos.

ㅤㅤabove all, kings landing was a nest of thirsty vipers. ambition was the only common attribute at court. daenys targaryen knows how to navigate the sea of ​​falsehood that surrounds her with dexterity and elegance, until her comfort zone is threatened with the whispers of a marriage alliance with otto hightower, a man who held within him the esteem and affection of her father, king viserys.

ㅤㅤthe heir to the reach, edmund tyrell, presents himself in her plans as a potential promise to keep what was left of her freedom and the political power that being in the house of the dragon ceded to her.

ㅤㅤharwin strong, in turn, is an observer in the complex dance that the princess and lord tyrell's relationship developed. however, he would soon be the collective target of their covetousness.

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