#I hope y’all enjoy it tho

[jacazull]

The Rottmnt Caseys and the very little canon content we have of them only draws me more and more to them as characters, and I am so into everyone’s takes about Junior adjusting in the past. When I was watching the last couple of episodes of the Owl House a few months ago, this scene made me think of Casey and Junior having a little heart to heart after a late-night patrol.

[ccomilk]

all countries missing out sound off 👤

[blindmagdalena]

homelander!daughter but she surprises him with her own costume for halloween. she got her other parent to make her own superhero persona and she has this ELABORATE backstory, even if she’s not a supe like him. he’s forced to sit on the couch with this dramatic diy stage setup, thinking it’s just a fashion show she does every so often, but he can just smell the excitement on his partner. she comes out all dressed up, but he doesn’t recognize who she’s supposed to be and then she reveals it!! SHES HIS LITTLE SIDE KICK FOR HALLOWEEN AHHHH

STOOOOOP that’s so cute!!! 😭 I love the buildup! the anticipation! the reveal! I love Homelander being allowed to have these sweet domestic little moments that hit him like a bulldozer to the chest.

his daughter doesn’t know why his eyes look so glassy—even though he’s smiling—but daddy does that sometimes so she knows to give him a big hug 😭😭😭

[emo-batboy]

Have you taught yourself how to use the inspect element on your computer to create fake websites and article titles for two days just so you can screenshot them for your social media au or are you normal?

[queeny-v]

What’s this?

I WROTE A FANFIC???…Welp yep, I did and it’s the first fanfic I’ve written since I was a teenager XD

What’s even better is that it’s a Butterfly Soup fic!

Here’s the link to the first chapter of y’all wanna check it out:

[mci-writing]

Ghosty Ghostly Hauntings (Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, like full on sex smut; ghost!Midoriya x human!reader; heavily implied no quirk AU; uhhh Midoriya is dead? But like, there’s no explicit mention of how he died or any violence; Dom!Deku; they don’t know each other that well when they have sex; only partially proof read tbh

The quiet of your new room has your head pounding, thoughts of the past few hours keeping you wide awake. You’ve twisted and turned under the warmth of your comforter almost thousands of times, taking a moment to lay on each of your sides before deciding that those weren’t enough to keep you comfortable. Eventually, you fall back to the center of your bed with an exasperated sigh, “This isn’t working…”

Your wandering mind makes it pretty obvious why you can’t sleep, your senses heightened to a thousand and making you feel every single thing. You feel every thread and every bit of fuzz on your comforter. Your nose inhales every particle in the air, varying smells mixing with the few small portions of dust still lingering from moving in . The rays from the moon feel brighter than normal against your skin and the natural chill of the house contrasts the light in an uncomfortable way that you’re unable to ignore. Whether or not it’s the origin of your discomfort is beyond you, but it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s part of the reason why you can’t sleep. It could also be because you’re living in a new place, a big and old family home that had been abandoned for a couple years before you had initially bought and moved in.

It was already getting harder to make rent at your old apartment with the pay you had received from your job, but it became incredibly more difficult after being let off from said job. In time, you left and bounced from apartment to apartment before finally finding and settling with your new place that cost practically nothing.

Okay, practically nothing is a bit of a slight exaggeration. I mean, I’d say buying a jiko bukken (stigmatized property) for practically nothing at all is pretty fair when the tenant before you died in an unknown way and the house had become known for the supernatural happenings around it. Practically free house at the cost of a plausible, HEAVILY plausible roommate sounds pretty fair. Pretty, preeeeeetty fair, in my opinion.

You learned a few things about the house from the house’s seller, who was the original tenant’s childhood friend. His name was Bakugou Katsuki and he was… very rough around the edges. Kind of a bit of a prick, and you couldn’t tell if it was from his potential mourning or if he was just an asshole. You really wouldn’t be surprised if he was just an asshole, though…

The guy who owned the place before you was Midoriya Izuku, who inherited the home from his late mother. He was a “major fucking nerd”, quoting Bakugou, and had a lot of comic book memorabilia stored away in a corner of the home’s basement (more specifically of the hero All Might). A lot of the information you had received was conflicting, mostly through Bakugou’s colorful use of adjectives, but it was enough to paint the picture of a relatively good guy that seemed a little lonely in his final years. The loneliness idea is more of an assumption, seeing as how the few things still set up in the house belonged only to Midoriya and Bakugou never really brought up anyone else when you asked about people living there before you.

Speaking of Bakugou, the house was initially left in his hands, but he damn sure didn’t want it. Asking him why he didn’t want it and why he was practically giving it away is a bit of a sensitive subject. He explained that he didn’t want to keep the place due to all the memories associated and it would’ve been easier to just give the place away (and “Not because I’m fucking afraid of any damn ghosts!”). His words are a little more than jarring after hearing him refer to Midoriya as “Deku” when he doesn’t catch himself and the look his ruby eyes held anytime the two of you came across any of the guy’s old stuff only tell a story you’re probably not going to be told too soon.

Thinking about it all only made your head swirl in muddled ignorance, so you tried to avoid doing that. It managed to get you through most of the day while you focused on putting away your things after Bakugou had finally left.

Or, you did stop thinking about it until you actually ran into the tenant that lived there before you while you were trying to familiarize yourself with your new place…

You were initially a little bewildered to see the face of someone that you’ve been told is supposed to be dead floating past you in a seemingly supernatural glow. He didn’t notice you at first, seemingly muttering to himself as he floated from door to door and room to room, so you decided to ignore that and distracted yourself further into setting up your things. You acknowledged the confirmation of your actual, dead roommate and just kept on trucking.

The next time you came across him had you a little more curious, especially since you were mostly done with unpacking. He’s once again muttering to himself as he floats about the golden beige colored halls, not minding his surroundings. He never bothered to look where he was going, seemingly knowing where he was at all times. There was also this slight chill that would fill the room each time he was near, which only alerted you to his presence more.

“H-Hey,” The first time you called out to him had surprised you, not expecting the words to spill from between your lips. He doesn’t seem to hear you, though. You take in a deep breath, pushing the air out through your nose before you speak up louder than the first, “Hey, you!”

He pipes up at the call, freezing in place from how startled it made him. He slowly turns around to face you, seemingly shivering from head to floating toe, “Y-You…,” Your (e/c) eyes meet frazzled, emerald orbs, “Y-You’re… You’re a…,” He was only stuck for a moment, his cheeks growing a bright tone as he stood there, before he eventually jumped in acknowledged surprise that you were actually there and that he definitely wasn’t imagining you. He faded in and out before you in his ghostly glow, a shade of emerald green matching his eyes and a bright red filling the lost color of his face. It was almost like a mixed up glow stick that was losing its glowy liquidy stuff, “Human!”

It was almost like looking at a slightly altered alarm, flashing in a way that made you cover your eyes and flinch away. It takes it a moment to really dim down, but that doesn’t stop the frantic mutterings he made. His voice wasn’t severely altered like many movies make it out to be. There were no high pitched squeals or low groans many would expect a ghost to make like they do in the movies, but it was all jumbling together as he had tried to process the new information, which only made you suspect that maybe he didn’t initially know that he would be accompanied by a new housemate.

“Midoriya,” You attempted to call in hopes of plausibly grounding him into the situation, but the sound only flew over his head as the intensity of his rambling continued. You tried again a little louder, your hand now lowered, since the blinding light had faded, and stepped closer to the specter, “Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku!”

“Does that mean that Kacchan-,” Without much thought, you reached out and touched his shoulders, managing to feel something when your fingers didn’t phase through his form. You pulled him close to you, unintentionally getting lost in the light in his green eyes. They held more life than you’d expected them to, swirling with different shades of jade-filled emotion. They widened at the motion, obviously caught off-guard by it, but he didn’t pull away.

The close proximity doesn’t go unnoticed, but you found it hard to pull away, even if the apparition had quieted his mumbling out of surprise of the situation at the time. His cheeks had lit up once again, though in a warmer and more welcoming fashion as opposed to the earlier lightshow. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing almost as if he were still alive, and he was a little more than speechless with how things were playing out. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, causing your eyes to flit down to his lips, a scene from a series you had recently read prior to the move came to your mind. The protagonist had more than happily kissed the ghost living in his new apartment purely out of curiosity (and because he’d also read about it in a manga series) and you’d suddenly had the urge to find out what the lips of a ghost would feel like.

When your eyes flit back up to his, they’re seemingly just as entranced with the whole thing. They glowed in confused anticipation, which only urged you to make your next move of taking a closer step and closing the small distance between the two of you. He tensed up against you, a strange warmth growing against the cold of his form as he began to process the unexpected action you’d enacted. If you were a mind reader, all the jumbled thoughts that seared through his mind would cause you psychic damage.

Just as you were about to pull away, he reciprocated the kiss, moving his lips against yours. They’re cold, as you would expect them to be, yet the softness of them held such an unexpected warmth that the cold seemed to disappear as soon as it came. It’s a little inexperienced for both of you, especially because you’d never kissed a ghost before this and he’d never kissed a human as a ghost prior to this either, but it left you feeling a little dizzy.

“Sorry, but I had to stop your rambling somehow,” You tease after you gain your bearings, a small smile playing along your lips as you take a small step away from him, “Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I’m the new owner of your home, (L/n) (Y/n). Please take care of me.”

After that encounter, you got to know him throughout the day. You learned more about his small obsession with comic book heroes and super powers, how he’d initially been living in the house by himself before his death, and his relationship with Bakugou, who he called Kacchan with the excitement of someone looking up to their idol. You explained your interests to him, explained why you’d decided to purchase a house with the knowledge of a plausible ghost, and apologized for the surprise kiss you’d laid on him. He’d been a bigger help in settling you in and you were even more comfortable with your new living situation by the time you’d decided to take a shower that night.

The afterimage of your otherworldly roommate glowing like a firecracker spontaneously pops into your brain like popcorn kernels, the kiss itself replaying over and over like a never ending movie. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, which you hadn’t felt when the kiss had originally happened. It’s like the secondhand embarrassment you’d feel for anyone else, except a little more personal and a lot less vicarious.

Your hands move on their own as they lift your pillow out from under you and shove the plush material against your face. It’s not enough to suffocate you, but it’s enough to shield yourself from the circumstances for a moment. At least now you can say there’s more to your insomnia tonight than the exciting buzzing of your nerves from being in a new place.

You roll over onto your stomach, sighing as you lift your face from the pillow, “I’m not getting anywhere like this…”

You sit up and decide that maybe a small walk and glass of water will calm your nerves enough to send you to sleep, but then you see it… One of the few things you hadn’t unpacked, a box with some special things inside.

You weigh your options in your head, tilting it as you think about your options. You could just rummage through the box, pick out one of your self-gratifying devices, and go to town long enough to wear yourself out, but there was the plausibility of having your new ghost roomie see all your goods on display while you pleasured yourself. Technically, Midoriya has very well had the plausibility of seeing such your naked body a few times today, but he didn’t necessarily seem like the type to peak, so you’ve assumed, but there was also the slim chance that he could very well be a peeping tom and has just been really cool about it.

After the initial kiss between the two of you, he seemed to calm down… Okay, maybe not immediately after, since he was very frazzled once the debacle was over. If someone could die twice, he definitely would’ve been deader.

Once the shock and flustered rambling brushed over, he was more open to speak with you and properly introduce himself. His cheeks had still held a red tint to them, but now they weren’t completely covering the honeydew in his cheeks or the small confidence beyond his jade eyes. His face was sun-kissed and covered in varying freckles, but you had been unable to tell how far down they’d go. You found him relatively cute for a dead guy, and he was gentlemanly enough to float from your room after you’d walked in when your shower was over wearing nothing but a towel for decency.

Even if Midoriya did happen to see, you were in the privacy of your own room and you doubted he’d be brave enough to actually help you let alone make his presence known. With that final bit of self-reassurance, you pulled out a toy, like countless other lonely nights.

You lay back and get comfortable, closing your eyes as your handles fondle at your own breasts. You sigh through your nose, giving them an encouraging squeeze before lifting your thumbs to flick your nipples. They erect with time, giving your fingers something else to focus your attention on.

The touching alone isn’t enough. Your eyebrows scrunch as you try to focus on something, the incident from earlier being the first thing to come to mind.

You allow it to play out as it originally had, the image of the innocent kiss seemingly staring back at you in your brain. This kiss, however, is less awkward and holds more to it. Midoriya’s scared hands find their places against you, one cupping your cheek and pulling you forward to deepen the kiss while the other finds its way to your waist. He presses your body flush against his, the kiss growing a little wetter and a little sloppier.

Your hand eases down to rub at your clit, the area starting to dampen. It’s not enough. You let your boob go, reaching into your sex box and rummaging around it for whatever shape interests you. Just as you grab hold of the toy, a familiar cool sensation comes over the room.

“(L/n)?,” You quickly sit up, covering yourself with the blanket, and find Midoriya floating in your doorway. There’s a concerned look on his face as he drifts in more, his head tilted by the time he stands beside your bed, “Why are you still awake? It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it?”

Your grip on your blanket tightens, your eyes trailing to glance at your window as you think about how to explain yourself. Technically, you were just suffering from some small insomnia, but you were just about to exhaust yourself by masturbating. The worst case scenario seemed like it was playing out before you and you were starting to really regret your decision.

Midoriya takes note of your silence, only growing more confused when a flushed hue comes to your face as the silence thickens between the two of you. He looks you over, taking notice of how the straps of your tank top were hanging loosely off of your shoulders. Your appearance made it obvious you had been tossing and turning, your (e/c) eyes holding both an exhausted look while being wide awake. He nods to himself, touching your shoulder to regain your attention as he speaks, “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“Y-Yeah…!” His cold hand makes you straighten, cooling your warmth skin and seemingly drawing you in. You stop yourself from pressing into his touch, growing even more embarrassed, “I-I was just going to… tire myself out a little…”

Your phrasing leaves Midoriya a little confused. He thinks over what you mean very hard, his facial expressions only making you want to bury yourself, until his eyes widen in realization for a moment. The realization turns into a look of dumbfoundedness, then followed by a bright blush filling the color of his face. Had he still been alive, you’re positive his hand on your shoulder would have burned instead of being as chilling as it was now.

“I’m so sorry!,” He falls to his knees beside you, bowing over and over as he continues to profusely apologize, “I didn’t realize you were- I-I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay! I swear I didn’t see anything and I just wanted to see if you needed anything, I promise-”

His rambling would be an adorably funny mess had this been any other situation, but it’s only making you feel a little bad for admitting he was kind of interrupting your personal time. You take in a deep breath, calming a bit of your earlier mortification. Your hand releases your blanket as you turn to face him better, resting a hand on his shoulder and running another through his curls to ease him back down. His emerald orbs meet your (e/c) ones, his face now a flushed red as his murmurings die down, “It’s alright, Midoriya. You had no idea what was going on. I’m not mad…”

“Ah-,”

“Just a little embarrassed,” You admit with a small smile, pulling away from him and leaning your side against your headboard.

You contemplate another solution to plausibly tiring yourself out, thinking back to your original plan of maybe walking down to the kitchen and making yourself a glass of water or something. The trip could help you calm your mind a little…

“I… Um… I could help tire you out…,” Midoriya speaks up, a little quiet but loud enough for the words to linger in the air. He freezes up when he has your full attention again, fearing that his eyes will linger down to the dip in your shirt and give him a full eye of cleavage once more. He decides to avert his eyes as he explains, growing hot under the attentiveness he was receiving, “I-I mean, I did say I would t-take care of you e-earlier a-and it is my fault you didn’t get to finish… It’s only fair I make it up to you, right? And take responsibility.”

His voice grows confident the more he speaks, determined and shameless by the end of it. He’s soon standing over you, a look in his eyes you're unfamiliar with from him. It makes you shiver, especially when his eyes look you over and undress you. They begin to glow a little, shining even brighter in the darkness, and you feel a little more self-conscious.

“R-Responsibility?” Your voice cracks a little when you finally manage to say anything, which he finds amusing. He nods, but he doesn’t make a move forward, very much waiting for your consent to anything before he does anything.

You did find him attractive, in a ghost roommate you just met kind of way, so you weren’t exactly opposed. You were also still slicked up, even after he had just walked in on you trying to touch yourself.

“T-Then, it is only fair, right?” He presses his lips against yours again, leading you to lay back against your bed. One of his hands lifts your thigh as he gets between them, caressing the skin with light touches. His other hand immediately moves to fondle your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze as he pulls away from the kiss.

He takes a moment to really take your appearance in, noting the way your breath becomes uneven and your skin flushes under his caresses, knowing that there’s no guarantee he’ll see this sight at his own hands again. Your nipples proudly strain against your top and he can feel the warmth radiating from your pussylips through your panties.

He phases his hand through your tank top, giving your tit another, testing squeeze. He enjoys the way it makes you shiver, lightly tugging on the mound a few times to draw more heavy breaths from you. He lets it go, not missing the disappointed look that flashes through your eyes when he does, before thumbing and circling at your erect nipples. His naturally cold fingers enhance the feeling, making your already sensitive body feel him playing with you more. He flicks and nudges, observing the small twitches and changes in your face.

His knee nudges against your clothes lower lips, grinding into the mound as he continues to tease at your nipple. You close your eyes, softly mewling from his ministrations, only to open them when his lips wrap around your other nipple. His tongue darts at the bud a few times, rolling it around before he lightly tugs it between his teeth. At the same time, his index finger and thumb have started tugging at the other one, neither being tugged and prodded at the same time.

“M-Midoriya,” You softly call, your hips pressing down against his leg and meeting the grinding he’s giving. It’s not enough to satiate the need, but it’s better than nothing at all. Your fingers reach up to run through his green curls again, raking and lightly tugging with each tug he makes to your nipples.

He smiles against the bud as you start to make more little moans, pulling away at the sound of his name. When you stare up at him, there’s a slight daze to them as they plead for him to do more. He moves his knee, his free hand moving to rub your folds through your panties. He makes an amused sound as he feels you drip past the fabric. He leans forward again, pressing stray, cold kisses along the warm skin of your neck.

“Call me Izuku, (Y/n),” He mumbles once he reaches your ear, the cold air making you shiver more. The sudden shift from earlier is almost unfair to you, but you're unable to complain when he’s already making you feel good. His fingers ghost over your clit a few times, “Come on, just try it, please?”

“Izuku…,” His first name rolls off of your tongue in a small whine. His hand moves away from your breast, lifting your other thigh and caging his body between them. His other hand phases through your panties, his cool fingers pressing directly against your clit before gathering your arousal and rubbing it against your slit, “Ah, Izuku!~”

The noise you make startles you, but you’re unable to dwell on it as he continues to rub your arousal against your swollen clit, starting out rather slow before slowly speeding his finger up over time. His eyes keep note of your face, keeping eye contact with you as he edges you closer and closer to the edge. Each soft inhale or noise guides his fingers and their movement, ensuring to run them along the small slit of your clit to hear your voice raise in height. His hand does ease back to your nipple, fingers teasing at the bud and drawing more cries from you.

“You’re close, right?” He mumbles once you begin approaching your high, prompting you to only nod in fear you wouldn’t be able to voice your response. A small smile graces his features at the confirmation, his head leaning down to press a reassuring peck to your lips before burying his face in your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel the high begin to rush over you, your back arching and your lower body presses and grinds more into his hand in an attempt to reach it faster. You hold your breath, the coils coming undone when his low words make their way to your ears, “Cum, then.”

As you come down from your high, he grabs your thighs as he eases between your legs, emerald eyes honed in and focused on the area. You feel your cheeks warm from the attention once you realize and you fight the urge to close your legs. You avert your eyes as another gush of arousal fills your lower abdomen from the contrasting temperature of his cold hands grasping your warm skin. You feel your arousal pool and drip past your panties, all of it on display for Izuku.

A firm squeeze brings your attention back to in front of you, determined eyes staring back at you. He presses your legs to lay against your body, keeping eye contact as he eases lower down. He presses a small kiss to your thigh, leaning forward and darting his tongue out to lick against your clothed lower lips. The feeling is foreign, but not unwelcomed as your hips buck into his touch from the sensitivity of having already orgasmed. His tongue runs over your clothed lower lips again and again, urging embarrassed whines from your lips as he spreads and smears your arousal against your twitching pussylips. You give a small cry of his name once he starts prodding at your clit.

When he pulls away, his chin is glowing brightly and dripping from the arousal and his saliva. His eyes begin to glow like earlier, emerald eyes glazed over as he looks your folds over. Your panties stick and trace your lower lips, showing him each twitch and pulse they make. His eyes slowly trace over your body before he meets your (e/c) eyes again, his hands giving your thighs another squeeze to ground you back down. He quietly states, “I won’t be able to restrain myself from fucking you if you don’t stop me now…”

He sits up, a noticeable bulge pressing against your folds. When you glance down, in all of its ghostly glory, his cock is laying over your lips, perfectly sandwiched between them. It glistens, already covered in precum, and glows a light green that contrasts with the tufts of curly pubic hair. A few, faint freckles are highlighted by the glow of, what you assume to be, ectoplasm and it curves upwards. His hips press him against you, each slight movement moving the base of his cock against your clit and stimulating you enough to tease.

“Fuck me…,” You manage out, making eye contact as your throat goes dry. You wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up again, attempting to sound a little more determined as you press your lower body more against his, “Please, fuck me, Izuku.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again, spreading your thighs as he pulls his hips back, thrusting them over your pulsing pussylips a few times to gather your wetness along his base. When he deems it enough, he aligns the tip with your entrance, pressing the head inside in a testing thrust before pulling out again. You whine at the small stretch, wanting more of him inside.

He slowly presses back in, pushing in halfway before inching to ease back out, but your leg wraps around his waist before he can leave you empty again. Your lips quirk into a pout as you tug him closer with your leg, managing to get a little bit of him back inside. He gasps at the bold move, getting the message and pressing the rest of his cock inside of him. He naturally hits deep from his size alone, prompting a moan from you, louder than your previous mewls. He groans from the tight squeeze of your velvety walls, the tightness making it hard for him to pull his hips back.

Izuku places a hand over your head as he begins getting into a rhythm, starting out a little slow and sloppy as he tries to set a pace. He picks up the pace after a while, each thrust causing his abdomen to rub against your clit and stimulate the spot. Each drag of his hips ends with the tip of his cock pressing deep inside of you, grazing your g-spot and pulling moans from you that even some of your higher quality dildos couldn’t get from you.

He’s not shy in pressing kisses to different parts of your skin, caressing here and there as he continues to take note of your reactions. The squeeze of your walls make it hard for him to focus, the slick of your arousal mixed with his spit and precum making loud squelching noises each time his cock sinks inside of you. He ensures he’s deep with each thrust, making sure to go deeper and deeper with each request you call out.

Your fingers grip your sheets under you as you try to ground yourself, the pleasure teetering you in and out of consciousness as Izuku’s hips continue to rock deeper and deeper inside of you, each of you becoming more and more engrossed with each other. All you can really see is Izuku, eyes opened or closed, green eyes staring down at you in deep concentration as a green light encases the both of you. He has high stamina for a ghost, managing to draw numerous orgasms from you before finally starting to reach his own high. You can’t tell if the stamina is from already being dead or if it’s an attribute that carried over from his living days. You’re too fucked out to care.

As his thrusts begin to grow more erratic and heavy, you’re unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him deeper inside with your other leg, latching on to him as you trap his hips against yours. He gets less and less of his cock out, his hand messily moving between you both and rubbing at your clit to speed up your release. He tries holding back, not wanting to cum before he can finish you off again, but you keep sucking him back in deeper and deeper in just the right way.

Your lips connect as he nestles his hips deep inside of you and cums, his release heavy and filling you enough to overflow and drip onto your bed. He swallows your moans as his release prompts another from your, coating his thumb as he continues to thumb at your clit. He ensures to ride your releases, keeping his dick buried inside of you even when he pulls away from your lips.

Your chest heaves as you regain your breath, Izuku sitting still inside of you while he looks your body over. He presses his cool hands against your skin, this time trying to cool you down rather than warm you up. He’s careful once he does pull out, softly caressing your skin and mumbling small little nothings as you begin to doze off in his hold.

~~~~~

The sun’s rays pour into your room the next morning, tugging you awake. You groan as you sit up and yawn, a soreness between your thighs reminding you of the prior night’s experience.

You first notice the sheets on your bed, which are now a very different set than the ones you’d put on yesterday. Another difference is the robe adorning your body, which is very much not yours. It’s plush, but not obnoxiously so, and it’s a dark green color with black accents.

The next thing to catch your attention was a sweet aroma coming from downstairs. Out of curiosity, you make your way to the kitchen to find a certain specter floating about.

“Izuku?,” His movements cease, a plate resting in his hands with a few soufflé pancakes and rolled omelets on the side.

“Good morning, (Y/n),” He turns around, a small smile on his face as he sets the plate down on the table as he passes it to get to you, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Your face warms as he leads you to the table, helping you get seated. You take a bite, your face lighting up at the taste, “These taste great!”

The two of you continue peacefully conversing like that, joking around and letting the time pass. For the first time in a while, you’re not worried and you even feel a calmness wash over you.

Yeah, you’re sure this arrangement is going to be just fine…

[collectivecloseness]

Obsessed with all your Kurt fics! Was wondering if maybe you could do something along the lines of watching a scary movie with him and rubbing against him accidentally in fear. Then it slowly turns into sex as he just moans and grinds against you? I hope that makes sense 😅 I see Kurt as a bottom but I think he could totally be a top rarely. Can this time be one of them?

Tysm cherub! I’m rly glad you like them haha!

Watching the horror film was already turning Kurt on a little. Not that he’d ever admit that to you. But you two lying on the couch like this to watch movies, with Kurt spooning you from behind as you both lay in the dark room, his arms around your body, and his crotch pressed up against your ass? Well this position usually caused a rise in Kurt down there. You, in general, always did.

You both usually enjoyed your horror film nights. But this movie you’d picked, was based around something you’d told Kurt you’d always been scared of. He thought you were so cool, for picking that one on purpose then. Kurt always thought you were cool.

Although it did give him an extra, unexpected, advantage. While Kurt sometimes would test rubbing himself against you in this position, this time, he didnt have to move first. Apparently you were finding this film that played on your personal fears scary, because every time you jumped, you launched yourself back straight into Kurt. And with no space at the back of the couch for him to go, you were bouncing against his already stiffening cock each and every time.

And then there were the moments you were waiting in anticipation for a jumpscare. Oh boy. Kurt felt you wriggling, writhing back into him, trying to push and squeeze and mould yourself as best you could into Kurt’s body, especially at this arched angle. Which meant the minute of you wriggling into him, preceded almost every thrust against his cock.

Not only was this immensely turning Kurt on. But it also made him feel protective of you, in a way. Or more so, like he should be your protector. It was really speaking to his dominant side.

“Baby, are you too scared?” Kurt asked in the quiet of the room, stroking your hair behind your head as he questioned you. Comforting you with his tucks, as he got to play with your hair, and see how scared you were in his arms right now. Just how much you needed him.

You thought his voice sounded flatter because he was tired, or unsure why you were scared, he could sometimes get like that when others were emotional in scenarios, he would seemingly be able to shove any emotions deep down for. Not that Kurt couldn’t get emotional in other ways. You didn’t quite catch the sultry hint in his voice, with the screaming in the forefront of your earshot. His touch did feel good though. You leant into Kurt more. “No. I’m enjoying it. Just hold me more Kurt please? I like that.” You rubbed your head into his hand, a bit like a cat, and you could feel his laughter bursting through his nose, as he rubbed your head. Seemingly finding it cute.

“Okay. I’m here. I’ll look after you.” Kurt responded, like something was funny. Still rubbing and petting your head. Giving you a kiss there though, humming against a vein in your skull, which was making your brain feel a bit weird, but you weren’t going to say anything in the hush.

That was until, you felt Kurt slamming his hips into you. His arms wrapped smoothly around your waist the second his hips dug in. No subtlety, and no grace or decorum. Just pounding his crotch straight into your flesh, looking down at it carnally.

“Kurt what’re you doing?!” You shriek a little, only because you’re caught off guard, you hardly notice your hand moving atop his, keeping his arm caged in around you.

You don’t realise how much your shriek helps your lover, especially with the bloody yelling from the tv screen. Kurt huffs against the back of your head, pushing you down a little as he focuses on his angle. Pressing your body into the sofa to rub himself extra hard against you, in just the right places. “You said you wanted me to look after you.” He replied simply, before flipping you over so you’re fully on your back.

And this time you can see his smirk, in between the way he licks at his lips, from your yelp at the sudden move. His hands managing to turn you over so easily. To move you about recklessly, at his will. And his eyes so amused, so hungry, at your surprised expression.

That greed soon took over his eyes though, and it was if as the tv screen flickered to a brighter colour in the room, you could tell Kurt’s eyes had somehow gotten darker.

Kurt’s hand lurched out to your clothed core. Cupping his palm around your heat and pressing there, as if to not let you go. You couldn’t help but buck up into his hand. Straight into the warmth of his palm, a small high pitched moan escaping you at the sudden touch.

“I can feel how needy you are for me here.” Kurt purred, rubbing over your cunt not like he does when he wants to serve and please you, but like he’s lewdly groping the piece of you he wants so bad. His whole aura was overpowering. And you couldn’t help but quieten down as Kurt glared above you. Your lips puckered ready for a kiss, even as your throat stopped with no words even wanting to come out. They weren’t necessary. Kurt’s dominant look persevered. “I said I was going to look after you.”

He spoke clearly, confidently, domineering. Kurt wasn’t saying this as a promise to you like one you’d asked him to keep. Kurt was saying it as a rule he had created, and would kill before letting anyone alter it, or stop him from following. Kurt would not be misunderstood, or made out to be any less powerful. This Kurt would not be called bossy, and stop tantrumming for what he wants by getting a hint of attention. You knew your Kurt. This was his time to shine, and really show off his dominant side in front of you.

Kurt shoved his hands behind your head. Accidentally getting his long digits tangled in your hair, but he moved them around until they were set locking you in from behind. He threw his leg over your body and you gasped as his weight came down, a sudden move that left you caught weak, and slightly stunned. That’s when Kurt started grinding into you. Dry humping you, even with both your clothes on, but being so close, so insanely covetous. And he was really pressing into you.

You were moaning quickly, body moving under him with each powerful thrust, as he pushed his clothed member into your mount. You could feel how rock hard Kurt was, even with all the layers. And he was resolute to shove that inside you. Masterfully unflinching. When he was like this, you always thought he’d be able to fuck you even with your clothes on. Rip a hole through both your goddamn pants with how hard he thrusts into you. Piercing the clothes from friction and stubbornness and his determination to fuck you so bad. Of course you knew it was impossible. But when he was in charge like this, you just knew to stay under him, let him work you both through it, and you simply moaned with the possibilities, of him being so good in control.

“Look at you. You’re getting all needy.” Kurt pants above you. And you know he’s talking about the fact you’re still fully dressed, but you’re digging your hands into his arms to even attempt at quietening down your whines. The fact he can probably feel how wet you are, even through those layers. Kurt was usually needy, but Kurt loved when you got needy back.

A scream filled the room, that wasn’t yours. And for just two seconds, escaping Kurt’s glowering gaze, you turned your head to the side, to see the tv. The rest of the room black, except for the glow illuminating you two in this salacious position, on the goddamn couch. Your eyes on the screen as a girl screamed at her killer.

“Don’t look at that.” Kurt snapped your attention back, hand going to your cheek after he spoke, just locking it there to cage you in even more. “Just look at me.”

You nodded, Kurt starting to move against you more again, quicker now. His hair bouncing over you as his head tilted back. A small “Fuck” leaving his lips breathlessly.

“Mmhm. Promise. I’ll look at you Kurt.” You said quietly, getting him to look back at you with a satisfied gaze in his eyes.

As Kurt’s head shot forward, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he pressed his forehead against yours. Still sweet, in a way, even as you two were bouncing, and he was panting still, against your face. Kurt hummed, and you could feel his hips slowing down, thinking he was about ready to cum. But instead, Kurt pressed onto you one tiny kiss, poorly aimed to the side of your nose, before he dragged your thighs down, and started pulling your pants off you. You should’ve known Kurt in this mindset wouldn’t be done so quickly.

You helped him out, taking off your own shirt, while Kurt did his, although Kurt’s hands slapped onto your chest before you could remove your bra. You winced a little, he’d clearly been eager, but Kurt hummed as he rubbed over your breasts. Rolling them in his hands, as he kept rutting at you, this time into the back of your thigh, where he could more easily reach, instead of your cunt. Although he didn’t seem to mind either way.

Then Kurt’s mouth darted forward, and it was on your chest in an instant. He mouthed over your breasts noisily, humming in either content, or an earthly thirst for more. Kissing over them in wide open kisses, sucking the top of them into his mouth, scraping his teeth over them, biting them, flatly jamming his tongue against them. Whatever he could do, before he was ripping your bra off you.

Before you could complain with an actual shout, Kurt cut you off hastily by promising “I’ll buy you it again.” In fact, as his mouth moved down to sloppily kissing, and scraping his teeth over your bellybutton, in a feasting way simply hungry for more of your flesh, he promised to buy you five more.

Kurt managed to relieve your nipple of his mouth quickly enough, his hands aiming for his pants, and the zipper sound made a spark soar even greater between your legs. When your hands reached over to help him out his confines, he pushed them away however. Freeing himself, before moving back to press your hands together, into your chest. Kurt looked you up and down for a few seconds. Considering you, almost, as you gazed at him too. Until he finally spoke up, with a sharp “Mine.”

“Mmhm. All yours Kurt.” You promised him.

That seemed to slow down his movements a little. Soften him. And as you raised a hand to cup his cheek, you watched as his eyes shut closed, and he leaned into your touch. God he was so warm. But you didn’t get long to think, because his eyes were open again and, while slightly less steely, still very much in charge.

You watched his hand reach downwards, and you knew what he was doing. Relaxing into the couch, while Kurt started pushing himself inside you.

You could tell he was being still gentler as he did this. His hand went to your arm, supporting you, as he grazed just the tip inside. You extended your neck, tilting your chin upwards, hoping Kurt would get the message. And oh was he such a good boyfriend. He knew what you liked. Kurt immediately went in on your neck. Pressing kisses to your favourite spot of all time. Covering your neck and jaw in sloppy, nipping, deep bruising kisses. Nuzzling his mouth back and forth wildly into the crook of your neck, that made you whine right into his ear, as he pushed himself inside you. Enough so he could start fucking you, only pulling back from your neck when the wet slapping sounds of him fucking your hole began to become audible.

Kurt pressed down his bare chest on top of you, and you could feel how even, and how rugged, his breaths were, as his eyes focused in on you, fucking you like his life depended on it, on this couch. He only seemed to get this controlled when he’s dominant, and it was doing a lot for you. Raising your hand up to cup his cheek, while he just stares down at you, you feel him rocking hard against your walls, almost filling you to the point he can fuck that sensitive part deep inside, already. Kurt bites at your palm, and you only moan in response. Something that gets you bitten everywhere else.

He presses not just his chest, but his whole body weight on top of you. With you unable to tell if his eyes are lighting up or darkening, at the way your hands scratch marks into his back whenever he does so. Locking you in place with his thighs, hands creating shaped bruises into your flesh that are from passion alone. And you’re sure he’s going to be excitedly kissing all over later.

His cheek presses to the side of your head at one point. And maybe it’s just so you can feel his drool from his lips, and hear his rough breath in your ears, and stick to his sweat, all while he can so dirtily inhale at your neck, and make you feel like a piece of meat. Only increasing that feeling as his thumb presses jabs into your clit. Forceful, but not in an awkward painful way. Soon Kurt’s abusing your poor, swollen button. Swearing you off from cumming until he’s finshed fucking you. Until he says he’s filled you full with his cum, until he’s bred you properly. Stuffed so full it’ll be leaking out of you, and he won’t let anyone else touch you, since they’ll see how full of his cum you are. Kurt’s breeding kink always seemed to come more head on, when he was feeling dominant with you.

And as a woman screams, and red light fills the room from the blood splatter on screen, Kurt can feel himself unravelling as your moans turn into your own screams in unison. Your nails dig into his back as you start groaning into his shoulder, while you finally cum, with his grunted permission of “Go ahead. Fucking cum for me.”

Kurt smashes his lips into yours, and finally feels that release. Cumming so deep inside you, while he keeps thrusting his hips. Needing it all. Needing to feel your walls clench around him and keep him in tight, while you scream his name, and he gets to make you his even more by shooting his load inside you. His own pleased moans being swallowed by your lips, as he ravages yours back. Being able to fuck you through your orgasm as he keeps cumming deep inside your pussy, finally shaking on his arms a little, as he holds you, still. Finally feeling all of himself draining, and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on top of you, still inside, and finish the movie. Kurt can’t help but kiss you when he cums, even when he’s very dominant, a lot of the time. It’s just in Kurt’s nature now. Something his brain, and his heart, are just created to do.

But don’t worry. Kurt always gives such good aftercare to his baby. Once they’ve been shown how dominant he can be. He’ll make sure you know you’re his, you’re with him, for good reason! And he wants to make sure you’re feeling just as loved, actually more, than when you began. Anything you need, is yours, okay? Are you okay? He’s still so thankful for having you in his life, and so happy, in this instance, that he got to fuck you so good you nearly cried as a horror film played the score for your grand love scene :)

[theshadowrealmitself]

I’m not sure how to word this, but my new hc is that the reason why Vulcans seem to be so upset at Humans specifically being emotional is that because we look so similar to them it affects them when we show emotion

Like, other aliens crying or physically showing distress? Vulcans can block it out, doesn’t phase them

But Humans crying and/or physically showing distress? Invokes emotions in Vulcans which they find awful so the Humans need to follow their steps and take up the path of logic™️

[raekensarcher]

i’m 2.8k words deep in the thiam 5+1 zoo fic i started and i actually have zero clue how i’m doing any of this i’m only just now starting on third time theo has to knock Liam out and i’m running out of ideas.

[thesnakethatmarches]

TAZ: Ethersea PC Headcanons go!!

Amber Gris

—> she’s a butch lesbian there’s no way around it

—> world’s biggest himbo, v street smart but man is she dumb of ass sometimes

—> everytime she says ‘I know a guy’ it’s literally one of her exes

—> reluctant mom friend of the crew, but sometimes she just straight up cannot deal w/them. She values her alone time.

—> Stubborn queen <33, she’s v protective of those she considers family (like Ol Joshy lol)

—> She/her, she and Devo were the ones to teach Zoox about pronouns

—> takes no shit from anyone but willing to let things pass to stay under the radar

Zoox Anthellae

—>during downtime between missions, Zoox tries to learn about things other than animals (he also learns about animals but to a lesser extent)

—> curious bitch, he wants to learn about the world and he’s willing to do that in anyway possible

—> he’s also v impulsive w/his decisions. Will literally drop what he was doing in an instant if something else catches his fancy.

—> he likes to share any and all facts he thinks are interesting with whoever is near by (usually Amber and Devo). When the clam incident happened he spent a lot of time learning about clams and stuff

—> ok so gender for Brinnar is v complicated. Some Brinnar use multiple pronouns, some use gender neutral or neoprouns and some don’t use any at all. But they do all have a basic concept of gender/pronouns.

—> Zoox is different bcuz he doesn’t have those kind of memories. He has no memories and didn’t even know what gender was before he met up with Amber and Devo.

—> not v particular in how people refer to him, after Amber and Devo explained what pronouns are and how they work and gave him a few examples, he decided on he/it but really doesn’t care, whatever people perceive him as is fine

Devo la Main

—> Devo also likes to learn about the outside world, he and Zoox sometimes tell each other the things they learned that they find exciting

—> sometimes on bad days that curiosity festers into guilt, and Devo cuts himself off and goes to the stand by the pilot’s area in silence for the rest of the day. —> tries masking his feelings so that he doesn’t worry Amber and Zoox, he also hates being vulnerable in front of others so anytime it happens he over exaggerates how okay he is afterwards.

—>really bad at emotions, both distinguishing them and expressing them. He’s worried about the anger that festers in his soul and what it will mean in regards to who he is as a person

—> he wants to do right by others, especially those in disadvantaged situations. Wishes to help others like he wished he had been helped as a kid

—> uses some kind of nightlight even now on the Coriolis (probably uses Light on an item)

—> He/him, transmasc. Guidance/the parish halfheartedly try to use his pronouns/name and when corrected somehow turn it around to make them the victims.

—> Devo goes looking for the praise he didn’t get as child literally anywhere, leads him into trouble a lot bcuz he’s also not too good w/social interactions so he usually ends up making people mad at him

[violent-violetsringdingdong]

Posted for the first time on ao3!!

It an original coz I’m still to nervous to post any fics so yeah. ‼️Heavy trigger warning as well‼️ read the tags!!!

[biocrafthero]

Okay guys I’m gonna have to be honest with y’all. I haven’t watched SAW and I have zero interest in doing so

[weird-gay-fan-frog]

Kanade’s soul is hard and cold but titty soft and warm~

[swanofcoruscant]

The way I’m still thinking about Rose with this face and how it’s lowkey cunty, but at the same time I also love her classic soft looking face too

Like both are cunt as hell FUCK

[stars-on-fyre]

Random art dump of recent things I’ve done!

First two are of my Masks character, Renata “Amaryllis” Sanchez in civilian clothes! I love the blue one the most because she just looks so cute! 🥹

Next two are just the same drawing of no one in particular before and after color! Mostly because I messed up coloring her and want to show my original sketch of it 😭

Thanks for looking! 💜

[nocturnal-birb]

just want to let you know I'm LIVING for the Tobias commentary tonight, rlly making my night for sure

PLS RHSKSHSJE I’VE BEEN HOLDING OFF AS TO NOT SPAM ANYONE’S DASHES ABOUT IT OK 😭😭

BUT MY THOUGHTS OF IT IS SO MANY AND IT WENT TO THE TAGS INSTEAD RHWKSHS