Smh I'm Just Gonna Find Every Picture Of Hyunjin In My Gallery As Revenge >:( For Biaswrecking™ Me

Writer 4 6 7 8 9 and then 10 lmaoo

Types of Writers

Writer 1: The writer that never sleeps

Writer 2: The writer who sold their soul

Writer 3: The writer who kills everyone

Writer 4: The writer who doesn’t know what happens next

Writer 5: The writer who researches every tiny detail

Writer 6: The writer who forgets what they’re writing

Writer 7: The writer who never writes

Writer 8: The writer who edits as they write

Writer 9: The writer who disappears for 1.5 years

Writer 10: The writer who is never heard from again

So which one are you?

BACK DOOR :: HAN

tru tho

Me, the writer: "I should write the whole story before I post it."

Also me, the writer: "Let's post the first chapter now although I don't how to continue the story."

mister; tomura shigaraki.

a/n: this was a fic request from another of my lovely commissioners 💕

warnings: noncon, teacher-student dynamic, rejection/one-sided love, alcohol, groping, handjobs, fingering, forced orgasm, female reader. 

word count: 3.6k

“You shouldn’t be here with us.” 

That warning hummed in your ears, the memory still so vivid that it could have happened today, or yesterday, or the day before. Your leader said so little and so much all at the same time, and enduring the weight of his actions versus the sting of his words was like fighting an impossible war, the ground being yanked out from underneath your feet every time you thought you held victory in your hands. 

But there were perks to dealing with someone as hard to predict as Shigaraki. Perhaps not worthwhile ones to most, but in your heart, nestled to you close and safe, they were priceless. 

“Mr. Tomura, can I talk to you?” 

The first, and certainly the most important, was that he wouldn’t turn you to dust the moment you spoke up. And that would’ve been the likely scenario for any normal person who dared to interrupt him while he stood alone on the rooftop, just a few floors above where you had your meetings with the League. During your missions, he commanded attention with his presence alone…but standing all by his lonesome, looking out over the orange-streaked sky as the sun set on the horizon, he seemed more human now than he might ever be. 

“Mh. Come closer. Can’t hear you mumbling from back there.” 

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Better Than Imagination

Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Reader 

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Gangbang, This is just pure filth and self-indulgent, Also maybe kind of fluff and smut? Well, as fluffy as a gangbang could possibly be. 

Summary: The Seijoh boys find out at a team reunion that their ex-manager has never done anything physical before and they plan on changing that. 

Requested by Anon 

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not coming for you but please do not tag skz or skz members with woojin content and put "woojin tw" in your posts thank you, seeing that in the tags will trigger a lot of people (myself included)

ASDFGHJKL IM SORRY. I didnt at first but i was like why not? but i’ll take it off now cuz I know why not. Thank you!!

Clean

@redbeanteax @monst @secondhand-trash @bakugous-forehead

“Are you sure it’s a cat? It’s probably a seagull or something.” Your flatmate waited impatiently at the entrance to the alleyway, arms folded. It was clear that they wanted to get home, but they weren’t about to leave a quirkless girl like you alone downtown after dark, not with all the villain activity in the city recently.

“I’m sure,” you said, already elbow deep in garbage as you felt around inside the dumpster. The smell alone was enough to make you gag- the sweet smell of rotting meat mixed with sour, briny garbage water, but if there was a cat trapped in there, you weren’t about to abandon it. “A gull would be flapping around more.” You moved your hand, feeling something soft and slimy inside a plastic bag, the sharp edge of a disposable food container, and then-

Something warm. Moving. Fur- or hair? You grabbed, seizing hold of the creature, and pulled it from the garbage. Behind you, your roommate gagged at the smell, leaning against the wall of the alley. “That’s not a cat.”

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I wish there was a way to know when you're in the good old days before you've actually left them

Andrew Bernard/Nard Dog

Part 2 uwu 💓

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Alice!!!! Wtf!!

Hello! I was wondering if you can do a nsfw headcanons or scenario of the reader walking in on Bakugou jerking off to them! Thanks!!

This was so odd for me to write because I think if the reader walked in on Bakugou jerking off he’d be so angry and mortified it would take ages to even make eye contact with him again after so this probably wouldn’t happen, but I tried my best haha~

Warnings: 18+

Your slippers pattered against the wood floor as you made your way to Bakugou’s room, intending to return a book he had lent you earlier in the week.

As you lifted your hand to knock against the door you heard light panting or groans. Was he asleep?

Your heart almost stopped when you heard him groan your name.

Did he know you were outside? Now you looked creepy listening against the door.

You barged through, intending to apologise profusely.

But then, you dropped the book. The sight in front of you was absolutely sinful.

Bakugou’s Hans was wrapped firmly around his length, and what a length it was.

“Y/N, what the fuck?!”

Your body was froze in position as you watched Bakugou scramble to pull his sheets over his naked body, his face flushed red.

“Uh- I’m sorry, I- your textbook. Uh-”

Why was forming words so hard right now. Even though Bakugou’s face was glaring at you, you couldn’t get the image of him touching himself out of your head. And he called your name.

“Did you say my name-” You closed the door before walking closer to Bakugou.

“Why the fuck would I say your name?”

“You did,” this confirmed it, the embarrassment in his voice made something between your legs stir.

“Can I watch?”

“I’m not letting you watch shit,”

“So can I help?” You blushed at your coyness.

Bakugou appeared to think for a moment, his red eyes almost staring you down, before he pulled back the sheets. His cock was still painfully hard, erect and curving towards his stomach. You moved your fingertips down to graze against the length as Bakugou looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Your fingers reached the top of his length as you brushed your fingers against his slit, coating them in pre-cum as you curled your fingers around the tip.

Bakugou hissed at the contact and bucked his hips towards your touch as you settled between his legs on the bed.

When you took him into your mouth he nearly came right there and then.

You felt unbelievable. The amount of times he’d fantasised about doing this with you and it was happening, right now.

He worked up the courage to cup his hand on the back of your neck to help guide you along his length, trying to gain control of the very compromising situation he was in.

He pushed your head further down his length, making you gag as his tip hit the back of your throat, but the lewd noise made Bakugou groan.

When your fingers moved down to tease his balls this is what really sent him off.

He tried to pull you off his length as he was about to come, but you pushed his hand away, continuing to suck his length. When you moved your hand down to tease his balls, he came with a guttural moan as he called out your name.

You gagged slightly on his release, trying to hide your displeasure at the taste but you continued to suck his length as he rode out his climax.

When you pulled away you looked up at him shyly, not sure what to do now. Did you just leave? Or did he want you to stay?

“Stop looking at me like that after you just sucked my dick, we all know you’re not fucking shy.”