#to amp up the guilt oop

[adecila]

Oh i want one fic, "one", were ned says yes to cersei and becomes joffrey hand and cerseis lover 😭

Oooh this would make for a fun AU. Unfortunately saying yes to Cersei would be a bit ooc, but a good author with the right set up could make it work 😏

So petitioning the capable nedsei writers for this one 🥺🥺🥺

[wroteclassicaly]

“fine continue to act like you hate me” ;D

QUEEN! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope it meets your expectations? ;) Love you bunches! ❤️💞

This turned into a little more than a drabble. Oops?

Prompt is from here

Warnings: Language, very NSFW content, Dominant Eddie, and more!

~*~

“Uh… Eddie?” The freshman tries, fingers curled against his beige lunch tray, a little confused, eyes darting across the lunch hall and then back to his leader.

Eddie raises a brow, sneaker squeaking the plastic lunch chair’s end, leg perched atop it in an awkward bend, his fingers inking something on his kneecap through the exposed thread work of his ripped denim. When the raven haired kid still isn’t vocalizing what he’s acquiring Eddie’s attention span for, the older male sighs, pen pinched between two fingers as he places it down, folding his hands together and leaning forward, everyone else seemingly following. “Wheeler?”

Mike swallows harshly, thumbing back to the left, avoiding Dustin’s giggling gaze. Eddie’s eyes—along with the entire Hellfire Club table’s—drift languidly, until they lock on you. You don’t falter, folding your arms beneath your bosom and making a show of acting bored and irate. It gives Eddie those butterflies in the very pits of his stomach. He loves when you torment him, and how fucking good you look doing it. It takes the rocker a few seconds before he’s dropping back into his chair, popping a smashed Pringle into his mouth with a crude crunch. “Y/N does this every year.”

“But, she’s like… she is glaring at you, Eddie. You realize this, right?” Dustin questions.

“It’s a sign of flattery, boys. And one day you’ll learn that.” Eddie’s jacket crackles with the movement of his arm as he waves at you above his head, that lazy smirk on his mouth.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Eddie hears Mike and Dustin say in unison.

You don’t hesitate, middle finger saluting your long haired classmate. He pretends to be stabbed, theatrically grabbing an invisible dagger over his heart. This seems to get your gears grinding, your body moving before your mind catches up. Everyone else is shying away from your wrath, others intrigued and craving momentary popcorn. The moment that you reach the table you’re balancing your tray on one hand, knocking Eddie’s chips from his hand mid-bite with the other, making him blink rapidly, snorting when he catches up.

“That was pretty rude, Y/N.”

“Why are you such a fucking show off for your little ass monkeys, Munson? And all of you hanging off his every obnoxious word?” You chastise, rolling your eyes, slamming your lunch tray down in Eddie’s eye line.

“Am I not impressing you, Y/N? My god, after all these years I thought I was your hero in this Hell.” He widens his arms, motioning around the lunchroom’s expanse, dipping forward and too close for you to not catch his wafting, spicy scent.

Stupid bastard…

“I hate you, Munson.” And with that, you take heavy steps away from them, face flushed.

“Love you too, Princess of my personal galaxy!”

~*~

You hate Eddie Munson, and you’re pretty sure he hates you. The two of you have always fed off this fucked up chemistry that seems to worsen each year, never having more than traded blows or glares. Ones that you’ll never admit to considering more than you should. You’re honestly surprised at how mean you can truly get with him, guilt piling in after the blows settle. Shaking your head, you grip your spiral notebook, slamming your locker closed.

You know Higgins is gonna be pissed if you show up late again, but you’re more amped than you’ve felt in so long, that you don’t even notice Eddie Munson sliding in behind you, leaning by your ear to the give a thick ‘boo’. You turn around angry, y/e/c irises shining wildly, glazing your perception a little, making Eddie blush by just seeing how you look right now.

“You always gonna be mad at me for refusing to let you into the club, Y/N? Just because you can’t play worth a shit doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re not cute for trying.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid club.” You smack his wrist to shake his touch, swiveling around and stepping up to his taller frame, eyes glittering, lips wet from your popped pursing.

Eddie wants to kiss you goddamned stupid.

“They think that you hate me, Y/N. But we both know that you can’t get enough of me.” Eddie startles your posture and himself, back-stepping you, caging you into a press against the wall, tilting his head down until your noses are touching, his warm mouth hovering.

“That was… I don’t…” You sound beyond ignorant.

Eddie smiles softly, that grin he is attached to paving the way out. He reaches to brush your hair from your temple, letting his hand flip, knuckles caressing your jawbone, ring metal stimulating your skin. “If you loathe my very existence so much, I’d hate to see how much attention I’d get from you if you loved me.”

“You fucking wish, Eddie-“

“Ah, did I say we were on a first name basis, Y/N?” Eddie presses one finger over your lips, “Well, I say your lovely name, but did you ever think that I may not like you enough to say yours?”

You start to protest, and that’s when Eddie presses himself directly into your personal space, your back flush to the hallway wall, cold seeping through your shirt. You need some warmth.

His hand slides around your neck, tickling his fingertips across your jugular, thumb pressing your chin into a tilt, testing the waters, giving you an out if he’s making you uncomfortable. You part your lips for his finger to fit into—your answer. It’s salty like the chips of his you’d discarded, but you suck on it, an adrenaline rush flushing your skin in dark pink dusts. You can’t believe Eddie has taken this initiative, his annoyance with you shoved down beneath the surface, permitting lust to control. His dark brown orbs have widened considerably, caverning into a glossy black abyss of blown pupils, gliding his thumb along your slick tongue.

The next move belongs to you, a desperation going to bed without caution on its tail. You let Eddie’s thumb slip out, bringing your mouth to his in a violent kiss, one that has you nearly dangling over the floor, forearm flexed around his neck’s nape, fingers underneath his collar, digging into his flesh. He reciprocates rather excitedly, a lick of his plump lips, a suck to his teeth, his hand adding a little pressure onto your throat.

He’s got you backed into a corner near some lockers—a quiet little cove, the hallways of Hawkins High abandoned until the period is through. You feel like you’re stumbling around, falling through a dizzying, galactic dimension, and your knuckled grip on his coat and the other finding purchase in his long tresses—tightening. Eddie is kissing you with all that he’s got, that noisy smash, that sloppy slope of him swaying back and forth to keep you secure between him and the wall. In the break away, heaving, hot breathing pants, Eddie’s smirk folds into your features, his words echoing, inked knee diving between your thighs to roll. “You may hate me, Y/N, but I don’t think my pussy does.”

Fuck… His?

An ache so sharp, slices through your belly, dangling over your abdomen, before settling between your thighs—burning you a singe.

It’s a comedic slow motion for you to watch Eddie’s hand drag down through the valley of your breasts, lingering on your waist, before it settles over your jean covered cunt. He doesn’t have to ask for an answer, you jolt into him like gravity. Your eyes are damned near hazed over and fucked out, fascinated with observing his jewelry designs curl, adorning his knuckles in rests, his large hand pressing flat over where you need him the most.

“I say my pussy, because I know it belongs to me. The more you hate me, the more you want my dick buried inside this.” He rubs his palm back and forth, making your sneakers scuff the floor as you try to widen your stance, riding his hold. He teeters back, making you gape incredulously.

“Munson—“ You get that fiery temper back, ashamed, shoving his chest.

“You really are somethin’, Y/N. Two years of my campaign rejections and you’re suddenly my drooling slut? Kinda likin’ the fact that you loathe me so much.” Eddie quips, reaching out to grip your hand. You side step him, crossing your arms, defensive, still caught here, struggling for steady breaths.

He sighs, stepping back, starting to leave, despite that straining bulge he’ll need to take care of, but he changes his mind mid-way, shifting his body in a rather ungraceful pivot to say, “Fine, continue to act like you hate me.”

“Eddie…” You let yourself say his name, beckoning your own embracing of this situation, no bite or spite behind your words. You’re a pathetic mess of revealing want.

You grip his jacket sleeve, fingers playing with the decorative chains attached to it. Eddie let’s you roam him like a lab specimen, hand settling on your lower back, bunching your shirt in encouragement. Your bravery is impressive, your digits finding that happy trail beneath his shirt that tucks into his handcuff accessorized belt, painting back and forth, making him inhale in a hiss. Your next words are abruptly cut off by a seething older male, eyes narrowed and jaw slack.

“Edward Munson and Y/N Y/L/N! My office, now!”

~*~

You’d think you would be angry that you let Eddie Munson get the better of you and have you both caught by Principal Higgins, but the more the old man paces in his office as you two are sat in front of his oak desk, and rambles on about school conduct and human decency, the more that Eddie nods and mockingly says, “Of course, Sir” to further piss him off and have you biting into your hand to keep the snorts at bay—you figure out you’re having a damned good time. You pick at your notebook’s edges, letting the shreds sprinkle onto the floor.

“Y/N, are you listening to me? You’ve been letting yourself venture too far off track this year, young lady. I’m frankly disappointed and I expect better of you.”

It’s out before you can stop it, “Of course, Sir.”

Eddie’s lip twitches, head bowing. He’s fighting snickers under his breath. And that’s when you literally have to look away to keep from falling apart and risking expulsion. Before either of you can cause your red faced authority anymore stress, his secretary is garnering his attention, mentioning a fight in the cafeteria amongst some sophomores. He gives you and Eddie one clear direction, pointed finger at Eddie. “Don’t touch anything in this room, Munson. I expect both of you to sit here until I get back, do you understand?”

It’s a unified look you and Eddie share, not missing a beat as you both repeat, “Of course, Sir.”

Higgins slams his door on the way out, blinds slapping against the glass. Eddie and you bust out laughing, your hand over your mouth, Eddie giving you that grin. You’re still giggling as the gamer overlooks all the shut blinds, standing, moving closer and running his finger along their dusty edges. He does that thing with his tongue, poking it out in concentration, locking Higgins’ door and turning to you, hands now behind his back. “Stupid fuck really closed the door on us when we were literally just grinding on each other in his hallway?”

You swallow on a parched wonder, Eddie stalking forward and taking your beat up spiral from your hands, tossing it onto Higgins’ desk, where you note his key ring.

He can’t get back in here without his keys, and Eddie locked the door…

“He’s really fuckin’ stupid, Y/N.” Eddie sees what you see, helping you from your chair, his hands on your waist, lifting you onto the edge of your Principal’s desk.

Your heart is hammering sporadically, throat constricting with its vice beats. Eddie noses his way into your neck, mouth finding a patch of skin that he can lay slow, torturous kisses to. Your lids flutter closed, legs wrapping around his lower back, letting yourself push into him. He groans a deep sound that you feel in your cunt. His lips kiss the side of your mouth, leaving open ended questions, pausing wants. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, only kisses you with a feverish appreciation.

“What if,” Eddie is speaking again, tone raspy and damp with desire, “what if I make you cum on our Principal’s desk, Y/N?”

You can’t describe that tickling weight that plummets from your head to your toes, making you dizzy, stringing your insides into a scorching, throbbing mess. Eddie lets his hand drift to your denim waist, lightly dipping. “It’ll take him five minutes to get his slow ass to the cafeteria, maybe another five back here—give or take, and that’s not counting his noble mission at hand.”

You’re hanging onto his every word, practically a damned drooling mess.

Eddie takes it as his cue to keep on going. “Gives me around twenty minutes, maybe half an hour, just locked in here with you.” He staples himself over you, your ass digging into the desk, feeling him swell in his jeans, rocking over his cock.

“Munson…”

“Mhm, call me Eddie now.” He coos, blowing a strand of hair off your face.

“Eddie.”

“So, that means we can either fight in here, or we can fuck. Your choice, Y/N. Personally,” Eddie takes a deep breath, his hand rubbing circles underneath the back of your top, the other stroking you over the heavy fabric between your legs, “I’d rather help myself to this sweet little pussy for a while.”

Your vision is damn near whiting out, body shaking from nerves, soothed by the outcast you swore you hated, that you assumed hated you. It takes you a second or two, after telling Eddie you don’t hate him, reaching behind you and shoving everything to the side on Higgins’ desk, not caring about objects that clatter onto the floor. You’ll do anything to have Eddie Munson. He’s grinning into a ‘game on’ face, closing in. “For the record, I don’t hate you either, Y/N.”

[hnychn]

KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!

SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym

WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real

⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS

⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party

⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀

⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team

⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow

⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc

⇀ "bring your own cups"

⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼

⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .

⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks

⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼

⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol

⇀ it was surprisingly easy

⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡

⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴

⇀ not me simping over you 🤺

⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT

⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-

⇀ . . . 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ "y/n. . ."

⇀ "yes? 🤠"

⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"

⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."

⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"

⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽‍♀️

⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL

⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies

⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫

⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-

⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁

⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"

��� because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk

⇀ and she was right 💅🏽

⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.

⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?

⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽‍♀️

⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-

⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk

⇀ and you- good god

⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.

⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk

⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫

⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.

⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG

⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼

⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup

⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"

⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs

⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just

⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"

⇀ SO YOU DO

⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM

⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN

⇀ and holy fuck-

⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴

kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.

despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.

you smirked.

kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.

"see something you like, kitten?"

kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.

your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.

your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.

but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."

⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫

⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good

⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight

⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes

⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully

⇀ you smiled down at him

"it's already 2021, huh?"

kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.

eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.

"yeah. . . i guess. . ."

you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.

"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"

kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."

5 . . .

you smiled, "really?"

you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.

4 . . .

"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.

you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"

you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."

3 . . .

"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.

2 . . .

"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.

1 . . .

"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.

kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.

"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.

what a way to start the new years.

⇀ everything after that was a blur

⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him

⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.

⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁

⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't

⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed

⇀ me 🤡

⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep

⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms

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a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something

[cottoncandy-jester]

Lie down darling it's time for a dream

Bakusquad with a bara crybaby S/O

You may ask yourself"proxy what's this?!"

To answer youe question I have no idea I just want to indulge okay?!

Plus come on, a big buff reader being a bottom for their shorter lover is just amazing how could I not?!

Katsuki bakugo

Honestly he was the reason you cried the first time you guys met

He finds you to be both annoying and adorable

The way you hide behind him though despite you being taller makes his ego puff up

He is very soft around you and tries not to make you cry but sometimes he cant help himself

If he's the one who made you cry he was just aggressively kiss you while mentally screaming at himself for being so dumb

Anyone who makes you cry is dying

Even if you flinch cause of someone they are dying

Your soft behavior calms him down though if he's amped up though

Your tallness does irritate him though like who TF said you could be tall!

Is constantly yanking you down to kiss you

If anyone teases him about being the shorter one he goes boom

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST CAUSE IM SHORTER DOESNT MEAN SHIT"

Let's everyone know that he's top dog between you two by biting your neck everytime you make out so others could see it

Speaking of make outs..when you cry during making out it makes him FERAL!

"look at the little baby, you're crying cause it feels so good eh? You want more kisses? Heh. Whatever"

You sniffle softly as bakugo run his fingers through your hair while straddling your waist. Today was a hard day during class and thw stress made you break down, you had to fight against bakugo and of course you going easy on him pissed him off so he snapped at you.

The two of you now sat in the dorm lounge while bakugo tried to stop your blubbering by kissing your tears away. A feeling of guilt weighted his chest down as he petted your hair and let you nuzzle your face in his chest if you wanted.

"come on [y/n] I said I was sorry, I didn't fucking mean it..so stop. I love you"

His soft whispers in your ear made you start to settle down and he smiled at the soft kisses he felt against his chest and neck. He simply sighs softly before picking his head up only to see deku and mina staring at the two of you with a crazy look. Bakugo growled loudly but looked at you before holding his anger since he didn't want you to cry again.. he'll kill them later for now you were the most important thing on his mind.

Eijirou Kirishima

This boy is crazy about you!

Like you are perfect in his eyes and he is constantly praising you til you are super red

He liked your height cause it's fun to hug you from behind or compare hand sizes

He gets pouty when he tries to kiss you but you are too tall like lean down so he can kiss your perfect face

He finds your fragile behavior super cute like you're shyness makes him smile

He will punch anyone who makes you cry like he almost got into a fight with bakugo when he made you cry

He gets annoyed if anyone calls you scary looking or asks if you're some delinquent cause you're tall

"please don't talk about him that way! He's really sweet and that is gonna hurt his feelings!"

Honestly cuddles for days

Your chest make him drool

If your hero costume has any part of your chest or even shirtless he is gonna stare

Work out dates together are to be expected

Seeing you get fit makes his knees weak

"i-i can't do sit up when y-you kiss me like that"

Your shaky voice made the redhead hold back a laugh as he sat infront of you holding your feet. He kissed you everytime you came up and after ten of those you were flustered and too shy to go on. Kirishima found your behavior so adorable that he just couldn't help but wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek

"can't help it! My manly man is just so cute!"

You whined softly at his praise before you found yourself shyly nuzzling your face in the male's neck

"kiriii~ you're embarrassing me"

"oh? Can you not handle my compliments? What if I call you manly and handsome? What about cute oh and sweet! Not to mention you are just perfect..so perfect"

The praise was too much for you and you started to feel dizzy. You fell limp in the male's arms which made him panic so he pulled your face back from his neck to look at you only to see you were all red and freaking out

"k-kiri..called..me.. perfect-"

Your muttering made Kirishima laugh nervously before he kissed your head softly.

"okay tall guy let's cool you off before you explode"

Denki kaminari

If you thought Kirishima was bad with the praise denki is worse!

All his pervy energy is poured onto you and you can't handle it

Like constant praise and affection

Also..chest...man boobies is his weakness

His face is in-between your chest 90% of the time when you're together

Not only that but constant groping your chest

"[y/n]..your chest is like a girl but better! Sooo soft!"

As far as your crying he is the one to make you laugh when you're stressed or panicked

Will get hella pissed if someone were to make you cry

If he catches you crying best believe is will smother you with kisses and love to the point where you are flustered and laughing

As far as your height he is totally jumping on your back or asking if you can pick him up every once in a while

Will brag about you to everyone..like everyone

"[y/n] is so cool! They are so strong! plus their muscles are so sexy!"

Will say pervy this about tour chest to other people as well..like he has no shame!

"heh. During training his hero outfit ripped and i saw his yummy boobs!"

"y'know [y/n] is a dude rig-"

"gahhh! I'm so lucky! His cup size is like triple some of the girl sizes!"

You let out a shaky sigh as you heard a muffled groan from the male sitting in your lap with his face buried in your chest, well at least he was alive.

You were on your bed playing animal crossing while denki had his head buried in your shirtless chest. He requested you to be shirtless and you agreed since he's seen your shirtless before but this was getting kinda worrying

"h-hey denki, are you okay? You've been pressed against my chest like this for an hour..can you breathe?"

When you got no response you panicked before pulling denki back slightly only to see his face which was filled with bliss and joy, his eyes sparkled and his face flustered with the lack of air while blood dripped down his nose

"you're bleeding!"

You felt tears brim in your eyes as you tried to move to get a towel but denki simply latched onto you and nuzzled his face into your chest.

"I'm fine! I just- really like your warm chest"

You shivered lightly when denki gazed up at you with a sly grin

"you are too cute I can't help but cling to you like this y'know? My cute guy with such a cute body"

Before you could speak you winced at the feeling of a bite on your nipple

"d-denki!!"

"heh oops-"

Sero hanta

TEACH HIM YOUR WAYS

he wants to know how you got so big and buff like huh?!

Honestly when you two first met he was scared of you

Now he just loves you lots and lots!

He isn't about huge PDA like denki and Kirishima but he will hold your hand and even kiss it from time to time

Best believe he will tape someone's mouth shut if they make you cry

He finds your fragile behavior really cute and you have gained the nickname bunny cause of it

He loves touching your muscles and just cuddling with you

If he's the reason you ever cry expect him to do everything in his power to cheer you up

Sero looked at your weeping form curling up in the bed, you two got into a simple argument that left you in tears. He can't even remember what you two were fighting over but it was all stupid now, the male gulped thickly as he reached out and touched your hair before crawling up next to you so he could see your crying face.

"hey..bunny, look at me babe"

With a slight hesitance you faced him and felt him a kiss your tears away while holding tour hand tightly in his

"whose the best boyfriend in the world?"

You didn't speak but only whined lowly as soft sniffles escaped you but you were starting to smile so that was good. Sero simply kissed along your cheek and your lips very softly

"come on, who is it?"

"m-me.."

"yeah it's you, I'm sorry"

His voice sounded shaky as you two locked eyes before you hug sero close and mumbled out a soft I love you which he returned before you two cuddle close enjoying the other's warmth.

Mina ashido

Soft boy lover #1

Like she is so in love with how soft you are it's ridiculous

She adores hugging you and clinging onto you even if it makes you super flustered

She likes showing you off and bragging about you whenever she can

"[y/n] is so cute when he gets all flustered! He is just the cutest thing ever!"

Please let her give you many kisses

Will go protective mode if she sees you crying

"who did it! I'll fight them! No one makes my cutie cry!"

She wants to train with you as much as she can cause you are strong and she wants to get stronger

Loves to sit in your lap all the time

You have a bad habit of looming over her when you want something and it scares everyone

They don't know if you wanna kiss her of kill her

You found yourself standing over the girl while she was innocently chatting with jirou, you were as quiet as a mouse so she didn't notice you but it was clear you wanted something. You really wanted attention but wasn't sure how to get Mina's attention

Would it be rude if you were to hug her from behind? What about if you tao her shoulder to gain her attention? You stood there thinking but to anyone else you looked absolutely bloodthirsty.

"uh- hey mina, I think your boyfriend doesn't like me talking to you..so creepy"

You snapped out if it and winced at the insult, creepy?

You let out a hush sniffle as mins turned to face you only to wrap her arms around you and hug you tightly, she noticed your tears and shot jirou a quick glare if annoyance.

"a-am I creepy, mina?"

"oh, sweetie no! Of course not! You're my teddy bear, lean down"

You did as she said and leaned down before feeling her grab your face and cover it with kisses upon kisses. You felt your face flush as you whined lowly

"minaaa p-people are staring!"

"let them stare! They can all see how much i love you!"

You hugged the girl close as she kissed your face and you shyly returned the attention though you felt like dying from how flustered it made you.

[likeshipsonthesea]

Ok, I saw your tags and I gotta know......The Stripper Dex AU? 👀👀👀 (If you don't write it now I might)

technicalllyyyyy it’s sort of half written, except it’s from several years ago, the writing is Not Great, the only coherent plot can be described as “religious guilt, daddy issues, and dex is a stripper” and if i ever did end up rewriting it, i have no idea what i would actually make the plot

the gist of the story was that dex was making good money working as a stripper part time on top of college and hockey, but was kinda killing himself over it both with exhaustion and his ~religious~ shit, meanwhile nursey is dealing with a dad who suddenly wants back into his life and a correlating amped up level of anxiety that he’s hoping will go away as long as he ignores it hard enough

tbh my hc for nursey’s dad has changed enough to render that plotline null and i don’t feel totally comfortable with adding onto a narrative of a black/mixed kid with an absent father, and dex’s religious guilt reads as sex-work shame-y some of the time and yeah. idk. not really my best au but like shit man i still love the idea of dex working as a stripper and nursey finding out and it just being a great time all around (and by great time, i mean horrible miscommunicating-y mess with body glitter and my fav stripper songs spotify playlist on repeat)

whether or not i do actually get around to fixing this up, feel free to take the idea for yourself! i’m almost fairly sure i’ve read a stripper!dex nurseydex fic once but i’m not sure?? and i’d be psyched to read another one, so go nuts!

one other time i talked about this fic is here if you wanna check it out -- fun fact, i didn’t end up ever actually reading macbeth. oops?

[holdharmonysacred]

I’m still making my way through Shimousa since oops I slacked off on the main story but I’m already thinking and wondering about Lostbelt 1 and how the Anastasia there, who has been warped into buying into social darwinist “the strong trample the weak” values of the lostbelt and hates the people there for being weak, contrasts with the Anastasia of Chaldea, who by contrast only hates the people of Russia because they brutally murdered her and her whole family and otherwise feels extreme guilt that she and her family lived happy and privileged lives while the common people suffered, and overall has difficulty reconciling her desire for justice and revenge with her own sense of duty and morality. Chaldea Anastasia is Marie amped up, and unlike Marie voices a very real concern that she might end up an Avenger one day. Chaldea’s Anastasia is a gremlin kid, a lovable little imp, and it’s gonna hurt when i finally finish my backlog and read lostbelt 1 for real.

Also, reminder that you are all legally required to read Anastasia’s interlude since it’s one of the best in the whole game.

[longsightmyth]

oops sorry I didn't clarify, I meant the Shatterglass versions :)

No worries! Thanks for following up.

Kaltain

Do you love/hate this character?

On a personal level Celaena/Kaltain and I don’t really jive. She’s a little too passive for my tastes, and yes I know I’m saying that about a character who routinely does murder. I mean she doesn’t take her own initiative often, at least not until Lillian shows up and kind of guilts her into it by existing. Let us not forget that Celaena hasn’t yet tried to murderize King Roland or work towards Terrasen’s future.

What’s your favorite trait of this character?

This is going to sound weird, but: Celaena/Kaltain genuinely thinks she’s terrible. Like, she’s not angsting much about it, it’s just her default state. Celaena is a terrible person and Tuesdays suck. That’s how it goes in her brain.

What’s your favorite moment/event involving this character?

Celaena/Kaltain realizing she actually is Lillian’s friend.

If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be?

The ability to do things that others think are basically impossible like they’re every day occurrences. I mean physical actions, not emotional or epic ones.

When did you fall in love/hate with this character?

I neither love nor hate Celaena/Kaltain. I like her as a character and I’m kind of impressed with myself for writing her the way I think I am (if that makes sense) but I think there may be too much carry over from the source material. I have baggage, okay?

Who’s your OTP for this character?

Celaena/Kaltain is head over heels for Nehemia. I like that about her.

Nehemia

Do you love/hate this character?

I love her. Darling bean. She looked around and went ‘nobody appears to be doing stuff to stop the dude oppressing my people’ and Took Steps.

What’s your favorite trait of this character?

See above, re: “well, somebody’s got to do something” mindset. Nehemia is afraid (she knows what happens to royals who flout the King Of Adarlan, she was six when her aunt, uncle, and cousins were killed publically) but her override switch has been flipped. Fear can’t stop her.

What’s your favorite moment/event involving this character?

When she rocks up into the throne room in royal white and a crown, because fuck you King Roland.

If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be?

Nehemia is a doer. She sees a problem. She considers the problem. She acts to make the problem no longer a problem.

When did you fall in love/hate with this character?

Honestly I liked her in the source material and just amped her up a bit.

Who’s your OTP for this character?

Nehemia isn’t head over heels for Celaena atm but just you wait, Henry Higgins, just you wait.