Sir-knight-slytherdor - Slytherdor

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𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: after receiving an anonymous confession from a number he’s not familiar with, izuku was determined to find out who his admirer was, not realizing that she was just right under his nose. 𝐨𝐫, wherein you got yourself a new phone and you decided to confess your undying feelings to a certain green-haired freckled baby.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: teeth-rotting fluff, humor

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬: i’ll try to update often! school just started so i might be a bit busy but i will update whenever i can!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: open! send an ask or dm me if you want to be added!

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: i do not own my hero academia or any of the characters in the story. my hero academia rightfully belongs to kohei horikoshi.

𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

00 — main characters

01 — spain but the s is silent

02 — hand in marriage

03 — hi i’m yours

04 — shrivel up and cry

05 — i think i do

06 — coming soon.

Yes simp hours are all day when it comes to Aizawa 😌😌

Crumbling Walls

(aizawa x reader)

aizawa has been known for being cold, closed off, reserved. no one thought anyone could get past the walls he built higher than the tallest building. not even pres mic could get past, so how did you?

warning: suggestive themes like fr y/n is so horny for no reason 🧍🏻‍♀️

lol surprise

a/n: i’m stepping out my comfort zone with this one n by that i mean i’m tryna make this a slow burn </3 i need to stop getting to the point so quickly :c also i need to try n write more fluff i suck

wall 1. those hot emo boys

wall 2. please shart in my mouth

wall 3. don’t worry about it king🤱

wall 4. THE GOT DAMN UHH THE UHH

wall 5. yes daddy wreck me🥴🥴

wall 6. sorry girl troubles:)

wall 7. this was his fault

wall 8. only at the small price of seeing jesus himself

wall 9. and they say romance is dead

wall 10. the bar is in hell

wall 11. future daddy

wall 12. they might kiss.... they won’t

wall 13.

wall 14.

wall 15.

So I just watched the fnaf movie

As always, the Irish speak nothing but facts.

How many more innocent civilians have to be killed by Israel before you condemn that for it?

That is a genocide.

That this is a crime on all accounts.

And deserves to be punished to the full extent off the law.

you know what i Cannot Stop Thinking about?

gamerboy!izuku x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can we get a step by step of your colouring and shading process? I'm especially intrigued by how you colour skin

Hopefully easy to understand? I use this same process for skin, hair, clothes and eyes (hair has the extra step to fit the hair but thats just a little thing)

themm 8′) (also for all those of you who asked!)

YEEEEEEES

college athlete AU & food for thought: Bo and Kuroo coaching their own junior teams as a side job/hobby and being the best coolest most supportive coaches ever

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

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

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

Part One 

Part Three 

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

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

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

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

“Outside… in the courtyards.”

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

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

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

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

“Our conversation was finished,” Snape says slowly.

“Not if you ask me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why are you talking to me?”

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

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