Lily

The skinlings wait for you. The hairs that rise on the back of your head as you're walking alone at night. Yet, when you turn around there's no one there. That usually means a skinling has its sight on you.

(Sight, of course, being a loose term considering their eyesockets that were short the tools needed for real vision. )

Don't be fooled. They are quite smart on their own and even more so when there's more. They'll take turns hunting and following their prey. Enjoying the drawn out fear from their meals.

If one of these creatures happens to take a liking to you. Keep moving. Don't stop. Don't slow. Just keep walking the same as before. Please don't keep looking back. We don't like to be watched.

Tw: cursing, implied sexual content

A rough shove pushes you away from your boyfriend. Snapping your gaze around you watched as the number 1 pro hero continued walking through the mall.

"What the hell" you yell after him

You feel your boyfriend's grip tighten on your hand. Endeavor turns around, shock clear in his eyes.

"Excuse me? Who the hell-

"Do you just get off on being a massive ass?" You snap before he gets a chance to finish.

Your boyfriend pulls the hood further over his face. His fists ball at his sides as you pull away from him. Walking towards the hero, your hands shake at your side.

"I know all about you." You were close enough that all you had to do was whisper now. "Your children. Your wife. Everything."

"Listen here you little shit." Endeavor points a finger at you.

You glance at his hand before looking back at him, unable to help the laugh that escapes.

"Is that suppose to scare me? We're in public, you're a hero and I'm just a poor little civilian." You taunt him with a smirk. "You can't do shit here."

Endeavor's mouth drops. He glances at the crowds.

"Burn in hell, asshole." You say, flipping him off as you turn around.

Taking a couple of steps, a hard grip pulls you into an alley. A gasp escapes as you're slammed against the wall. Wrapping your legs around your boyfriend as he sucks and kisses along your neck.

"Fuck..Dabi.." You moan, pushing down his hood so you can run your hands through his hair.

Waking up Shinsou in the best way

Warnings: 18+, oral m. receiving , shinsou x reader

Purple hair laid in a mess among the pillows. It had gotten to the point where you had to keep shoving it away from you else you were at risk of choking. The owner just grumbled every time you pushed him away. Wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

With a sigh, you gave into your needy boyfriend. Nuzzling your face in his chest. His heartbeat pounded steadily in your ear.

“Y/n…” Shinsou mumbled, pulling you closer.

You ran a hand along his side. A few years ago, they would’ve been soft and plush but Shinsou spent most of his time training once he graduated. He was always so focused on what others thought about him. Thinking that if he showed any weakness then no one would see him as the amazing hero he was.

I changed it a little but I had a lot of fun with this prompt.

Tw: suicide

Meaningless notes whistled through the air. The melodies carried through a neatly organized kitchen. A silver kettle sat on the warmed stove. Inside the water shivered with warmth as the kettle heated up.

Light from the curtainless sliding door hit the side of the kettle. Rainbows decorated the neighboring wall. The dots moved and shifted as clouds drifted by. Each taking their time in the sky. Savoring their own moments in the sunlight.

A grey kitten napped on the kitchen table. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle as she napped on top of a notebook. Nails scratched along the table as she dreamed of field mice.

The whistling got louder in the living room. The owner of the melodies sat on the couch. She carried her tunes while passing needles through large chunks of yarn. Her hands shook as she untangled more of the threads besides her. Letting her mind relax into the repetitive motions, she settled further into the worn leather under her.

Being #2 hero is hard work and sometimes you just need to relax

This man definitely prefers joints

For no reason other than flustering you

He'd made it as sexual as possible

Eye contact while he licks the edges

Going slow until you're squirming in your seat

Then slowly taking a hit, leaning his head back as he slowly exhales

He wouldn't pass it to you at first

First he wants you in his lap

He'd taken another hit, pulling your face in until you're about to kiss

Then he'd just exhale and pull away with a smirk

When it's finally passed to you

You almost miss him pulling down your shorts

Ignoring the joint as you gasp

His fingers slowly sliding into you as he kisses your shoulder

Finally taking it back, he'd take another hit

His eyes rolling back as he listens to your sweet moans

Mirio x f.reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (f.recieving)

· Mirio is 100% a himbo and no one can change my mind

· He would be completely focused on your pleasure, even if it means overstimming you

· Eating you out for hours

· Until he’s decided he’s had enough

· Then fucking you until you cry

· Maybe even until he cries

· That boy would keep going until you were both dumb

“Mirio…please”

You beg to the man between your legs. You pulled at his hair, trying to get him away from your sensitive clit. He smiled up at you before slowly lapping at you again. A finger slowly pushes into you as you whine. He’s been eating you out for hours. Claiming he had a stressful day, and this was the only way to help so who were you to stop him?

Your jaw feel open as his lips wrapped around clit, moans escaping you. Grinding against his face, your legs shook on either side of his head.

“Ride my tongue sunshine,” he muttered against you, biting your thigh.

He added another finger, pulling out another choked out moan from you. Your eyes shut as you felt your peak approaching again.

“Mirio..can’t..” you whine out.

His fingers grazed against that sensitive spot inside you. You clenched tight around his fingers. Reaching down you pull at his hair.

“One more baby…one more and I’ll fuck you.” His tongue presses against your clit.

That was all you needed as Mirio sent you crashing into your next orgasm. Arching you back you cry out his name, gushing around his fingers.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl.” He kissed his way up to your lips.

He pressed a sweet kiss against your lips before lining his cock up.

 warnings: mental illness, cursing 

The sun warmed Olivia’s face as she stared out the window. She could see the birds flying around and the other kids running around the yard. She shifted in her seat, her gaze darting to her therapist before returning to the window. He continued droning one about things she no longer cared about. After meeting here three times a week for the past two years, nothing he said was of interest to her anymore.

   “Olivia.” The stern voice brought her back to him, “If you don’t start listening, you’re only going to be stuck here longer.”

   “I just don’t get the point,” she huffed, “I stick to the schedule, I stick to those little exercises you teach me. I know just as well as you do that I’m never getting out. “

    The therapist crossed his legs and wrote something in a little notebook.

“You do remember why you’re here, correct?”

   Memories flashed through her mind. Her parents screaming. Her sister’s pale face.

“Yes,” she whispered

“Do you believe you should be released?” Her therapist continued as she scrawled out more notes.

           A warm tingling sensation ran through her fingers. There had been so much blood. A metallic taste filled her mouth as she chewed on her bottom lip.

           “No” she whispered

           “And why not?” He looked over his glasses at her.

           She took a shaky breath, squeezing her hands into fists.

           “I’m a danger to everyone around me.” She repeated the rehearsed lines.

           He nodded, writing more notes down before folding the notebook and looking up at her.

           “Have you noticed any changes since you’ve been able to admit this?”

           She hesitated, glancing around the small office. The brightly colored walls made it harder to tune out the world though.

           “Olivia,” he demanded, “are you still seeing her.”

           “Go on, answer him.” A girl’s voice spoke up beside her.

           Olivia shook her head, ignoring the small child besides her. Her sister pressed up closer to her, leaning into Olivia.

           ‘Worried he’s going to think you’re a bigger nutcase than you already are?”

           Tami laughed as she stood, walking around the room. Olivia’s gaze carefully following her.

           “Never got why you like these meetings.” She stepped in front of the therapist, curiously staring at him, “He’s always seemed like an arrogant ass. And creepy.” She shuddered, laughing.

           “What do you see?” With such a simple interruption, Tami was gone again.

           “Nothing.” She reassured, adding a small smile.

           His gaze turned skeptical as he reached for the notebook.

           “A fly.” she blurted out, “I thought there was a fly.”

           He sighed and placed the notebook on the table next to him. Drumming his fingers against his leg, he kept his gaze trained on Olivia. Her leg started to bounce against the floor as she looked everywhere but his piercing eyes.

           A knock at the door saved her. A small face peeked through the crack as Olivia’s nurse peered in.

           “Dr. Marks, I’m here for Olivia.” Her voice soothed Olivia’s nerves.

           Dr. Marks looked down at his watched and waved both away.

           “So, it appears, see you in a couple days Olivia.” His gaze looked over her as she was led out of his office.

           “Jesus, wish they’d give ya a new therapist.” Mrs. Marse said as she closed the door.

           Olivia shrugged. She’d heard about why he’d gotten transferred from some other hospital. Honestly, she neverminded the hot glances or lingering touches. It was one of the few things about this place that made her still feel human.

           “Wow, that’s depressing.” Her sister reappeared besides her.

            Olivia rolled her eyes and kept her gaze focused down the sterile hall. A red head poked around the corner of her vision, blinking up at her.

           “You realize ignoring me won’t make me disappear.”

           “Maybe not but I can try.” She retorted, ignoring her nurses’ side glance.

           “Alright hun, you’ve got about 15 minutes of free-time before dinner.”

           Olivia thanked her before walking through the double doors.

           The room opened to a large rec room. It was filled with the patience that weren’t allowed outside. Those that were also deemed to dangerous for society. Most of them stuck to themselves at the tables or sitting around the couches. All ignored the tv blaring some black and white cartoons.  

           Olivia sat at one of the unoccupied tables, grabbing at some of the papers and crayons that were set out. She had already started drawing the flock of birds when her sister sat next to her.

           “They can’t even give you real pencils?” She questioned as she held up one of the crayons.

           Olivia shrugged in response.

           “They’d rather someone not go all murderer with them.” She answered, filling in her sky.

           “Ah, someone like you then.” Tami smiled before throwing the crayon at her.

           “What the hell Tami?” Olivia reached up to where her cheek was stinging, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

           She leaned over her chair to pick it up but couldn’t find it. Looking all around her, she returned to the table, where the same purple crayon was sitting in front of her.

           With a sigh she lowered her hand. The sting in her cheek disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

           “You really are a nutcase, aren’t ya.” Tami laughed.

           “You are such a-”

           “Dinner” a nurse called on the opposite side of the room.

           Olivia ignored it and kept coloring in her picture, listening to the scraping of chairs and squeaking of couches as the other patients moved to the nurses.

           “Chris” a nurse confirmed.

           Olivia mocked a checkmark on her paper. She’d seen these routines enough times that she didn’t need to watch. After checking off the name, the nurse would turn to her partner that carried the tray of colorful pills. Then she would pick up the one that matched whichever patient had reached her first. She’d hand them the pills then the cup of water. After watching them swallow both, the nurse would open one of the large double doors and then the cycle would repeat.

           She drew feathers throughout her birds, smiling as she was almost finished with them. Olivia tried to imagine the breeze that would carry her birds throughout their skies. Closing her eye, she tried to picture it. Lying on the grass as kids laughed around her, birds cawing in the sky. Opening her eyes again she realized she was back at her old school. Other students ran around the yard, making up the laughter.

           Spread out around her were her school supplies. She went to pick up her sketchbook when pain blossomed from her side. Grabbing at her side she coughed, trying to catch her breath. Looking around she saw a group of kids pointing and laughing at her, leading that group was her sister Tami.

           She clenched her shaking fists before standing up. Her body shook with each stomp towards the group. When she got there, she couldn’t help the hard shove she gave Tami.

           “Don’t touch me, you freak.” She growled out at her.

           “Quit throwing things at me then.” Olivia yelled back.

Tami’s friends just laughed harder at this exchange.

“Who are you talking to?” one of the friends called out.

“My sister?” she question, thrusting a hand towards Tami.

“I don’t see anyone.” Another friend answered, causing the rest to break out in more giggles.

Tami smirked and placed her hands on her hips.

“See, told you I wasn’t real, nutcase.”

Olivia turned and marched away, shaking her head.

“Your sister is a real bitch.” Her friend, Katie, said to her.

“You see her, too right?” Olivia whispered

Katie wrapped her tanned arms around Olivia, pulling her into a big hug.

“Yeah I do, and someone needs to knock her down a peg too.” Katie said before flipping off the friends behind them.

Olivia jerked out of her memories when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Pill time” the blond nurse said.

She looked around and saw the rec room was completely empty aside from her and the two nurses. Olivia nodded reaching a shaky hand out to the pills and water. After steadying her shaky breath, she downed the pills and water, looking over her sister. Tami was sitting on the table, swinging her legs while snapping crayons.

“Bye Tami.” The goodbye was answered with a chuckle and a middle finger.