#But I used to be faster ya know 😩

[duncanor]

Man, I really slowed down

I can only type 46 words per minutes now, I used to go above 50 wpm one year ago. What skipping dactylography class does to a motherfucker.

[r6eduss]

Girllll what if an imagine where S3! Daryl and y/n are a thing and when Daryl left with his brother, rick and the others were the one who told y/n that he just left and she was so devastated that when daryl eventually came back she treated him coldly then eventually breaking down in front of him because they think it's easy for daryl to leave them

Idk maybe angsty in the beginning then fluffy at the end?? This scenario is stuck in my head for D A Y S 😩

Anws thanks!!

Listen before I go.

•Summary: Daryl leaves with Merle without thinking how it would affect you. (Fem Reader)

•Warnings: 18+, Twd violence, angst, fluff

•Word count: 2.6k

•Setting: The Prison

•A/N: thank you for the request! I’m really sorry if this isn’t what you wanted and you aren’t happy with it 😭 I rewatched a couple episodes to try and make it as accurate as possible to the actual series. also I’m a very strong believer that Daryl would call his partner sweetheart 🤞🏼(I promise I’ve seen all the other requests I’ve gotten!)

Rick, Daryl, and Oscar had set out to rescue Glenn and Maggie, who were being held prisoner in Woodbury. Michonne had accompanied them, serving as their guide through the hostile territory. The operation, however, hadn't gone as smoothly as planned. They had lost Oscar in the chaos, and the Governor had captured Daryl, forcing him into a brutal situation—pitting him against his own brother, Merle.

As the dust settled and the group reconvened, Glenn and Michonne stayed behind to watch over the car while Rick and Maggie went back for Daryl, determined not to leave him behind. Against their better judgment, they returned with more than just Daryl—Merle had tagged along, at Daryl’s insistence. Now, back at the car, an intense discussion was brewing over whether Merle and Michonne should be brought back to the prison.

“The Governor is probably headin’ to the prison righ’ now. Merle knows how he thinks and we could use the muscle,” Daryl’s eyes locking on Rick, his tone resolute. One way or another, he was bringing his brother back.

Tension radiated from Glenn and Maggie. Glenn, still nursing wounds from Merle’s brutal interrogation, was barely containing his anger. Maggie stood close, her face tight with the memory of her own trauma at the hands of the Governor. “He had a gun to our heads! You really want him sleeping in the same cell block as Carol or Beth?” Glenn's voice shook, both with fury and concern for his family’s safety.

Daryl shot back quickly, defensive. “He ain’t a rapist.” But Glenn was faster. His words were sharp, cutting through Daryl’s protest like a knife. “Well his buddy is.”

Daryl’s face tightened. “They ain’t buddies no more. Not after last night,” he said, growing more frustrated. To him, this was simple—Merle was family. Family was non-negotiable. Why was this even up for debate?

Rick, observing the growing argument, finally stepped in, his voice measured but firm. “There’s no way Merle’s gonna live there without putting everyone at each other’s throats.”

Daryl’s patience was fraying. “So ya gon’ cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?” His irritation was clear. They were even considering taking Michonne—someone they barely knew—while debating his own brother?

The group paused as Maggie spoke up, her voice softer but filled with conviction while gesturing towards Michonne. “She’s in no state to be on her own,” The trauma they'd all just endured weighed heavily on her, and she couldn't understand why Daryl seemed blind to it.

Rick and Daryl exchanged a look. They had their doubts about Michonne, and Rick had voiced that, telling the group that she’s not going back with them. “That’s righ’, we don’t know who she is. But Merle? Merle’s blood.” Daryl threw the statement out like it should end the conversation, as if everyone would automatically agree.

But Glenn’s response was immediate and cold. “No, Merle is your blood. My family is right here. And they’re waiting for us back at the prison.” His words hung in the air, heavy with finality. Maggie nodded in agreement, she wasn’t about to let Merle, of all people, endanger what little they had left.

Rick stepped closer to Daryl, his voice steady, attempting to bridge the growing divide. “And you're part of that family, Daryl. Not him.”

The statement struck Daryl hard. He looked baffled, wounded even. If they considered him family, why wouldn’t they accept his brother? “Man, y’all don’t know.” He shook his head, anger and confusion swirling inside him.

The silence that followed was tense. Everyone stared at Daryl, unsure of what more they could say. In their eyes, the decision was obvious—but for Daryl, it was far from simple. Finally, Daryl exhaled sharply. “Fine. We’ll fend for ourselves.”

The words hung in the air like a threat, and instantly the group erupted in protests. There was panic now, a desperation to keep Daryl from making a stupid decision out of anger. “No him, no me,” Daryl snapped, his voice thick with frustration. He felt cornered, like there was no room for him to protect both his blood and his new family.

Maggie stepped forward, “Daryl, you don’t have to do this.” He looked at her, and for a moment, his hardened expression faltered. “It was always Merle and me before this,” he said quietly, the pain in his voice clear. He was torn, and it was written all over his face.

Glenn, still reeling from everything, asked a question that Daryl forgot to consider in the heat of the moment. “What do you want us to tell Y/N?” It was a simple question, but one that carried so much weight. They both knew it would devastate you.

Daryl hesitated, his gaze dropping. “She’ll understand.” But there was a crack in his voice, a hint of uncertainty, deep down he knew that you in fact wouldn’t understand. The group fell silent, letting the gravity of the moment sink in.

For a long moment, Daryl stood there, chewing on the inside of his lip, torn between his past and his present. Finally, he began moving, heading toward the car. “Say goodbye to your pop for me.” Directing his comment towards Maggie. Rick quickly followed, refusing to let this situation go. “Hey, hey. There’s got to be another way,” he pleaded, knowing how hard this would hit not just Carol but you too.

Daryl paused, his back still to Rick. “Don’t ask me to leave him,” he said, accent thick as ever. “I already did tha’ once.” Arriving at the trunk he begins stuffing supplies into his bag, while telling Rick and them to take care of themselves. He hoists it over his shoulder, glancing one last time at the group, and walking away with Merle.

You stood quietly, arranging your belongings. Your cell had become somewhat of a sanctuary for you, a space to shape, however fragile, into a semblance of back home. You carefully sat down on your bed, deciding that you were going to nap, until you heard a knock, and saw Rick standing just outside. His hands rested against the cracked walls, not wanting to intrude too much. “How are you doing?” he asked, his voice very careful.

You offered a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m okay.” It was silent for a moment, you could tell he had more to say. “Is everything okay?” Rick slowly brought his gaze from your face to the ground, wondering how he could bring the news to you. “Listen.. Daryl’s gone. Left with Merle.��

Your heart lurched violently in your chest, but outwardly, you kept still, trying to keep your breath steady while each inhale felt like swallowing glass. “Is he coming back?” He was coming back right? You two had something special did you not?

Rick’s expression was one of apology, his shoulders heavy with the weight of what he had broke to you. “I don’t know. He told me you’d understand.” Understand? Understand that Daryl had chosen to abandon the love you thought you both had? Without even saying goodbye?

“Okay.” You replied softly, your voice refusing to betray the devastation roaring inside you. You couldn’t fall apart, and especially not in front of Rick.

He lingered for a moment longer, “if you need anything..—“

“I’ll be fine, Rick. Thank you.”

He gave you a solemn nod before stepping back into the hallway, the silence in your cell feeling almost suffocating. You sat frozen for a very long moment, staring at ceiling. Then, like a dam breaking, the tears came, hot and unbidden, blurring your vision as the enormity of it all crashed down on you. You sank onto your bed, your body shaking with silent sobs and your heart aching in ways you hadn’t expected. You’ve always known that Daryl was complicated, guarded.. but why did he leave? Were you not important enough to him? Did you really mean that little? A hundred questions burned in your mind, and none of them had answers.

It felt like an eternity before the next day finally arrived. The night had been restless, your mind circling endlessly around one thing, and that one thing was Daryl. The way he had just stood up and left you behind, it left a pit in your stomach that only deepened with each passing hour. But today, you had bigger problems, problems that made personal heartache seem almost insignificant.

Glenn was gone, in attempts to clear his mind. With Daryl gone and Rick wandering crazy town, he was the next in charge, and right now he had a lot of pent up anger on what the governor did to Maggie. But of course, while he was gone, the Governor had made his move, and it was brutal. His forces stormed the prison with a cold, ruthless efficiency, and everything erupted before you had time to prepare. Axel was the first to fall, a sharp crack of gunfire cutting through the air as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Carol, who had been standing just beside him, let out a sharp cry of shock. In a heartbeat she ducked behind Axel’s now motionless body, using him as a shield.

Bullets ripped through the air, the deafening sound of gunfire filling the space as you scrambled for cover. You crouched behind the crumbling remains of the prison walls that were near the gate, heart hammering in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. You clutched your rifle tightly, hands shaking slightly as you peeked out from behind the wall, eyes scanning for targets.

There. One of the Governor's men was in your line of sight, crouched low, his rifle trained on the courtyard. Without hesitating, you aimed and pulled the trigger. The recoil jolted your body, but you didn't wait to see if you hit your mark. You ducked back behind the wall, the echo of gunfire ringing in your ears. Around you, The group fought just as hard, each of them locked in their own battles.

As you leaned out again, carefully scanning for your target who you hadn’t known already retreated, your eyes fell on Herschel, who was still exposed in the courtyard. Rick, positioned just outside the fences, was also in a precarious situation. At that moment, the Governor and his men launched an assault, sending a car to smash through the courtyard fence. Herschel, crouched in the field with his rifle, began to feel the weight on him as walkers started to flood in from every direction.

The fear was palpable among you, Rick, and especially Maggie as you all dreaded the possibility of losing Herschel. Just as the Governor began to leave, Glenn had returned, driving into the courtyard while Michonne followed the truck, cutting through the walkers that stood in her way. Their intervention was a lifesaver; they quickly rescued Herschel, escorting him into the truck and out of the courtyard, into the safety of the prison gates.

Outside, Rick was struggling to fend off the relentless walkers closing in on him. Just when things seemed dire, a bolt flew through the air, striking the head of the walker attacking Rick. Daryl and Merle had returned, joining forces with Rick to clear the remaining walkers. Daryl and the rest of your family were okay.. and that’s all you needed to know before bolting back toward your cell, trying your best to avoid the archer in the process.

A couple hours later you found yourself sat on your bed, running your fingers absentmindedly over the pages of an old journal you started keeping. Without looking up, you could heard the familiar sound of boots shuffling just outside your cell. Daryl stood awkwardly in the doorway, his hand brushing against the frame of the cell, his shoulders hunched slightly as though the weight of the world rested on them. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, the air between them thick with tension.

"Hey," he muttered finally, his voice gravelly and hesitant.

You looked up at him then, your expression unreadable. Daryl shifted his weight, uncomfortable under your gaze. Without a word, you stood and brushed past him, your shoulder grazing his as you walked out of the cell. Daryl flinched at the contact, his jaw tightening. The cold shoulder hit him harder than any words could have, and as he watched you walk away, he felt the guilt gnawing at his insides.

The distance between you two only grew more unbearable. As the days flew by, you continued to ignore him, feeling as if he didn’t deserve your attention, while Daryl found himself missing the soft touch of your hand, the warmth you brought into his life that no one else ever could. He couldn’t stay away any longer. He needed to fix this.

He found you sitting on the edge of your bed again, scribbling quietly in your journal like yesterday, not looking up when he entered, just blatantly ignoring him.

"Damn it, why’re ya avoidin’ me?" His frustration finally boiled over, his voice harsher than he meant it to be. You paused, setting the journal down slowly before looking up at him with steely eyes, the walls around you finally beginning to crack. "Why did you leave, Daryl?" Your was voice trembling but controlled, laced with anger. "Was it that easy?"

Daryl froze, his usual tough exterior faltering. He wasn’t used to being confronted like this, especially by you. He fidgeted, biting the inside of his lip. "It ain’t like that… Merle— he’s my blood."

"And what am I, Daryl?" You instantly snapped, voice rising higher as your emotions spilled over. "Why was it so easy for you to leave me? You didn’t even say goodbye. Did you not care?" Daryl’s gaze fell to the ground, avoiding yours at all costs. “I wasn’t thinkin’ straight”

Your eyes instantly widened in disbelief and hurt. “You left me here, alone, when I thought we had something! You weren’t even clear headed enough to think about how it would affect me!” Daryl flinched at edge of your voice. “I didn’t know what to do! I was tryin’ to do what I thought was right.”

You stood up abruptly, your anger radiating off you. “What was right?! You think abandoning me without a word is doing what’s right? Why’d you even come back if clearly all you needed was Merle.”

Your words cut deeper than any wound he’d ever taken. He stood there, staring at you, the silence stretching painfully between you both. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I came back 'cause I realized I love ya."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the anger in your eyes softening, though the hurt was still there. For a very long pause you just stared at him, scanning his eyes for any possible doubt for what he just admitted to you. “..Actually?” You really couldn’t believe it, you never thought he’d be the one to say those words first, but he did. All You wanted to do was stay mad, to push him away for making you feel like you didn’t matter, but the vulnerability in his voice stopped you. He again chewed the inside of his lips and nodded slowly to answer your question. "I’m sorry." he mumbled, looking down. He looked like he was about to cry, and in that very moment you just wanted to nurture him.

So without thinking, you closed the distance and wrapped your arms around him. Daryl tensed at first, his back stiffening at the unexpected embrace, but after a moment, he slowly relaxed, his arms wrapping around you in return and leaning down into your neck, feeling comfortable and safe.

"I love you too.. but don’t ever leave me again."

Daryl leaned back and pressed a gentle kiss onto your forehead, lingering just for a moment. “I won’t, sweetheart.”

And that was a promise he’d never break. Not for anybody.

@vampiresluv

[gothic-thoughts]

riding virgin!könig and he’s all overstimulated 😫

hehehe twirling my feet and kicking my hair at my own work 😩

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Body Party

König x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Virgin!König, Drabble

CW: König's perspective, rambling and whimpering, afab parts mentioned, she/her pronouns, occasional German, unprotected cream🥧

Word Count: 777

any German translated by DeepL

It wasn't hard to talk me into this since I wasn't a stranger to trying new things, but now that I was here, it was torture. And I never want it to fucking stop. It had only been about 20 minutes, and it felt like my entire body was on fire.

The way her nails dug into my shoulders.

The way her hips deliberately dropped as she bounced up and down my shaft.

And Mein Gott, the way every plunge was paired with the sound of that plump ass hitting my thighs, a sound that tried to mask the continual squelching of her cunt. It was all just too fucking much.

I couldn't do anything but lean back on my forearms and look up at that beautiful, determined lip-bite with a blank mind. My eyes trail down to the bouncing breasts, plump tummy, then all the way down to that pussy that she was so willing to ruin for my sake. I groan, my muscular thighs tensing under her as I feel more precum spill into her. I didn't even notice that I was drooling, saliva rolling from the corner of my lips as I tried to remember how to speak. Her hips start to slow, the slapping sound of her ass becoming less frequent and making my eyes refocus as my hands shakily lift from the sheets to grip her hips to keep her moving. "N-no Liebling…" I panted, "Don't stop, please~" "I was just checkin' on you, Kö." "I am…" I swallow thickly, clearing my throat, "I am fine, ja, I'm fine." "You had me worried, I was callin' you." "O-oh, sorry Schatz. I… I just, uh--" She cups my cheek and wipes drool from my lip with the pad of her thumb, the gesture making my cock twitch inside her. "Shh. Tell me whatchu want." "J-just need to ground myself, that's all… M-my mind is…"

Without an answer from me, I feel (Y/n)'s right hand leave my shoulder to take my hand and guide it to her boob, allowing me to gently pinch her nipples. "Mmm, there ya go. You was starin' mad hard." "S-sorry, I'm just…" I gulp thickly, "It feels so good, Schatz. Don't know what to do." She laughs, "Don't be sorry, you can grab and touch all you want. Just lay there and lemme do the work, okay big guy?"

I shivered at the nickname— she rarely used it, but when she did, I couldn't help but soften my voice. As if she's decided my fate, (Y/n) presses her hands to my haired chest, feeling my quick heartbeat as she pushes me flat to the bed. I look up at her, gripping the sheets as she lifts and drops her ass for every thrust. I could do nothing but weakly thrust up into her, not even caring that I was out of sync. I felt like I was losing my mind. "A-ah, fuck~" She moans, "That's it, baby, lift 'em like that." "Fuck… M-Mein Gott, don't stop… d-don't." "You're doing so good, so fucking good." "Ja, mein Gott, ja~ Keep… fuck, keep going, Liebling. Please."

A mischievous smirk suddenly spread across her glossed lips as she moans. "Mmph, w-who knew you'd be a whimperer?" "Sh-shut up~" "Nah, it's cute really~" She begins lifting her hips faster, making my cock leak some more, "Big man under someone half his weight and just whining." "F-fuck, Süße(sweetness)... ngh, bitte." "Mm, you sound delicious, baby. Keep going, keep your hands on me, make me ride it." Her teasing finally made me lose control, and without hesitation, I gripped (Y/n)'s hips tightly and sat back up, quickly pumping her up and down my shaft, making us both gasp as she came. She arched backward, balancing herself back on her palms as I continued to effortlessly raise and drop her body on my muscular thighs, loving the sound and feel of quick slapping as her pussy squeezed me so tight my eyes rolled back. I wasn't even worried about fucking her through her orgasm—I just couldn't stop, not when I was so fucking close.

My eyes were clenched shut, unable to make anything besides pants and whines come out as I slammed her down my shaft one last time to cum inside her, spraying every drop with soft whimpers before I fell back to the bed, panting under her. She leans forward and lays on my chest, chuckling breathlessly at me. "S-sorry… I meant to ask if--" "I…" She gulps to catch her breath, "I'm on the pill, baby, don't worry 'bout it. You did so good." "I m-mean, I couldn't think b-but Danke."

[kreamcakez]

Emotion sex- Bokuto

(Kinktober day 20)

Smut

HCs

CW: not proof read, emotion based sex, and horny ass opinions, and aged up Bokuto

AN: 😩😩😩😩 one of the many men I want! I love Bo. With this I'm just gonna throw out my thoughts for how you🫵🏽 get fucked by him, depending on his mood! Please keep rude thoughts and opinions to yourself thx! And please enjoy.

★MDNI★

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★So we all know that Bo has his different moods. So I think his moods decided on what type of sex is gonna happen. Like let's say His upset, and horny. The sex might be soft or you'll top him. But I'll explain more later. He's just a really expensive guy, and that's an amazing thing!!☺️ He uses mood lights.

★ Let's start with his Emo mode. Normally he gets like this when something happened and he needs to sulk for a moment. So what if he went into "Emo Mode" because someone said something about him? Or if he didn't do the best with a spike? Well it's your job to cheer him up.

★Emo Mode★

★Bokuto tends to be more, sexy for say when like this. He gets more bold with dirty talk and his touches. Definitely sets you on his lap and rocks his hips and whispers in your ear. Over all he becomes more bold. He's grate a dirty talk when he's like this. He also is more observant. He pays 100 times more attention then he already does. So you don't even have to ask, just him seeing you so needy makes him feel better. Or just being able to touch and feel you makes him better. Also the lights are purple 🫶🏽.

★Next I'm going to just say when he's angry, he has zero chill and becomes a real beast. He becomes the definition of that saying "Soft in the street abut a beast in the sheets" or however it goes. I can't remember if we ever have seen him truly angry in the anime or manga but probably not. He probably wouldn't only get angry if something blood boiling happened.

★Anger★

★In 9 words I can explain what he's like when angry and yallz are fuckin. Be. Prepared. To. Have. Lost. The. Ability. To. Walk.

★Okay but He's not gonna rail you, oh no no No. He's going to destroy you. It's like he got millions times stronger. And his thighs!? Ughh-!! He'd hold you in place with them thighs. (Possibly crush ya' head like a grape? Yuh!) His speed? Faster then Kenma when a new game comes out. He. Mother. Fuckin. Bites. Your hands are pinned by his, cuffed to the bed frame, or tied. He most definitely is gonna hold you against a wall, against a mirror. Ect.... The lights are definitely red and there's definitely music playing.

★Sad/ upset sex with Bokuto there is a chance that you're gonna be the one on top. Really he just needs you to spoil him. So it doesn't even have to be sex, it can just be time together. But these are not fluff head cannons. So 🤭

★Sad/Up★

★I personally believe that when Koū is upset, he's lacking energy. So if he was horny and upset, it's best you take control. Realistically when people are upset they tend to feel drained so it makes sense that he his. But when he's upset and your on top he like when you give him praise and kisses. So things like "Your such a good boy koū" and he enjoys it. He also like when you give him kisses. Making him beg makes him feel better. He likes when you're on top or when you tell him what to do. The lights of the room are possibly blue.

★When he's felling romantic or sexy about it, you can bet he's taking things slow to save the moment. He definitely likes when you tell him what you want, so if you beg or if you just ask normally. He just likes hearing you.

★Romantic★

★I'm gonna start with the lights are dimmed. He definitely likes the vibe it gives off. Bokuto definitely is the type to use a cheesy pick up line to tell you. But it's cute soooo!! Bo enjoys touching on both parts. So you giving him kisses you'll get them in return. He likes to tease you more when he's like this. So he'll rube and touch on your most sensitive spots. He'll tease the little spot while telling you all the things he loves about you. And why you're his baby owl. Why you're his and why he loves looking at you and being around you. He touches your lower back and whimpers in your ear telling you while you very important to him.

★Don't worry after all emotions you get the best care and affection that you could ask for!

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AN: I love him so much!! I wanna give him all my kisses!!!!!!!! But yes for it all he was aged up, and yes I have lots more head cannons for his emotions it's just the don't come to mind right away— but hope you liked this ☺️

[artificialbreezy]

so i perhaps go back to this post WAY too often and was wondering if you could write something for folio in the same light?! I just think he’d make a great dom😩 lots of love😚😚

listen here, Folio doesn’t get enough love i swear and i am so excited to give the mans the love he deserves. (i was gonna post this tomorrow but i got so antsy and excited)

NSFW under the cut

i feel like Folio is the softest softie in the world

lots of pets names for you

baby doll, sweet thing, angel, and his favorite kitty

he’s BIG on physical touch

always has to be touching you in some way. he doesn’t care if it’s just holding your hand, or a hand on your back, or his leg touching yours. just something to be near you

loves to cuddle he doesn’t care when or where

will always answer your calls, almost instantly

i imagine he leaves his phone at full volume just so he can hear in case you call

if he’s away on tour he calls you when he wakes up and when he goes to bed. your voice is the first and last thing he wants to hear everyday

he’s a pretty dominant man outside the bedroom too ya know. he likes to control things

he wants to pick out your outfits for the day

he wants to help you make your plate

he wants you to ask him for help on what some may think are silly little tasks

like brushing your hair

or getting water into your cup

he wants you to need him

he needs you to need him

100% takes you out on his bike whenever he can

buys you your own gear bc he need his angel being super safe at all times

now let’s get into the fun stuff

Folio is a switch. like 100%

some days he wants to be in charge and some days he just wants you to get on top and tell him he can’t cum unless he asks

i’ll start with when he’s in charge

he’s the KING of teasing

and he’s got a filthy mouth

he knows you like watching him drum, he knows it really gets you feeling hot so ya know what he does? when he’s home he has you in the studio with him and he makes you sit right next to his seat and watch him. JUST so he can see you squirm around on the floor

“cmon kitty why don’t you start purring for me and maybe i’ll touch ya when we leave”

he’s the type to give your pussy a smack when you get mouthy with him

“where’s my good kitty huh? really miss her right now”

he totally makes you ask for permission to get off when he’s not around

he doesn’t stand for anything touching what’s his unless it’s the dildo HE bought you (which just to be clear it’s 100% the clone a willy)

sometimes if you’re lucky, he’ll let you use the bluetooth vibrator that he bought but only if he’s in control of it and he has to be watching

now let’s get into when you’re in charge

he turns into a whimpering mess when you’re on top of his bouncing on his cock real slow

“baby please i just- i need you to go faster please.”

sometimes you give him what he wants but bc he asks so nicely you do.

“fuck, angel you’re so tight. god i’m gonna cum”

and you stop

and he BEGS you to let him cum. near tears bc he needs to fill you up. he NEEDS to see it leaking out of you

[maddyguru]

..you ask and i shall deliver

warnings : noncon, incest, gangb4ng, hair pulling, and whatnot

Bigbro!Gojo x afab!reader x Brothers bestfriend!Suguru

Meanbigbro!Gojo who uses you and his personal cumdump almost everyday, always leaving bruises and marks whenever hes done playing with you

Meanbigbro!Gojo who purposely drugs you so he can fuck you while your “sleeping/passed out” making sure that when you wake up you can still feel his cum leaking out from you

Meanbigbro!Gojo who takes the most humiliating photos and videos of you to send to his bestfriend suguru

Meanbigbro!Gojo who invites suguru over one day so he doesnt miss out on his favorite little fuck toy. “Aww, what? Ya cant handle two cocks inside you at once?” Gojo purred “Niichan..p-plea- mmnph st-stop it!” You whined and whimpered hoping they have some bit of mercy in them but no.. not at all “hah? Slut cant even speak properly” gojo smirked “y’know your saying stop and all that shit- fuck! But down ere..g-goddamn your tight as fuck” suguru breathed out “down ere shit- its saying sum else” they both laughed, but on the other hand you were crying and begging fir them to stop but of course your tears only motivated them to go even faster and rougher

Damn 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 now i want yall to open up a blog for real bc fr yall know how to write Just lazy 💀 but please send me more porn filth 🥺🥺🥺 im into big brother!geto as well and in the mood for dark content for kaneki or tokyo ghoul just cuz... No one writes for tokyo ghoul dc

[theflyingfeeling]

well said, Niko 👏

so I went to exit my emotions in Germany last weekend, details below:

we went to the shows in Berlin & Leipzig, with a VIP experience for the latter

and guyyyyyyyyssss let me tell you, BC really did not lie when they said we were there to Exit our Emotions 😩 the shows went straight to the very top of my personal BC shows list, the energy was amazing and all the new songs sounded incredible live, even the ones that weren't necessarily my #1 favourites, like Where's the Exit and Wolves in California. Especially the former sounds sooooooooooooooo good live 💖

and because I was there mainly to enjoy myself and to exit the fuck out of my stupid useless emotions, I barely took any videos or pictures (I never take pictures anyway, how do y'all manage to take such amazing shots at shows?!) despite having relatively good spots to do so. I kinda wish I had more so I could think back to the shows afterwards, but on the other hand I felt like I got way more out of the show when I put my undivided focus on it, and besides indoor shows are always challenging on that regard due to the flashing lights etc. and I felt like every time I was going to film the lighting was not appropriate so in the end I just couldn't bother 😅

I don't really have much else to report from Berlin other than that the venue was great, I had an excellent view and had the best time ever 🥰

not least because I met so many BC tumblr friends!! it was so nice seeing everyone, please come to the Nokia Arena show y'all, we'll be your host it's hocus pocus 🥺

and then there was Leipzig 🥴

I mean, this is my initial reaction immediately after it (written in my drafts):

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

but yeah, as you can see from this post, @exitemotions and I had bought some silly little gifts to give the guys (rock hand glass markers not pictured), and we were so incredibly chill about the whole thing, like, NO ONE has ever been as chill as we were in advance of the VIP experience, I'm tellin' ya 💅

(we were so chill in fact that when we came back to the hotel room afterwards, we noticed we had forgotten the ceiling light on. you know, because that's how chill and zen and calm we had been upon leaving for the venue 💅💅💅💅💅)

the acoustic set was fucking cute, almost like a little campfire hangout 🥺

about giving the gifts and having our pictures taken: I feel like I was working on some kind of autopilot and can barely remember much anything 🙃 which I'm kinda mad at myself about lol, but I guess the guys liked the gifts (Olli said the glass markers were important, as my foreword for them was that they'd no longer have to fight about which glass/cup was whose, and I remember Tommi saying that socks are always useful. the others are owners of feet as well, so I suppose they agree 🧦)

we had made all sorts of grand plans for our individual pictures with the band but ended up with having "regular" ones after all, because while there was no feeling of rush per se at the m&g, everything was still happening relatively fast and sort of in their own course, and if we had wanted to do any funny poses or whatever, we should've been faster and in a little...sharper mental state to ask for them 😂😭

but we were chill though, I promise 💅

(I'm just cringing at myself so hard because I look like a fucking teacher standing for a class photograph 😂💀 it's funnier if you know I'm actually a teacher lol)

during the show we were on 2-3 row because we kinda missed our cue to run and reserve our spots before the acoustic set. personally I blame Santeri the tour manager for this (and also the fact that there were so many people there who had already been to VIP on this tour before, so they knew what to do 🤷‍♀️ meanwhile we were just left standing like "...wat 🧍‍♂️")

the show was just as great as the Berlin one, I honestly can't put them in order because they were both amazing and really made me forget about my sad little life 🖤

Rock Band From Hell was also alright. the one with no shirt on was hot

Ghost Kid was cool too. the one with no shirt on was hot

...so hot in fact that I already fell in love with him at the Berlin gig, and so when we were on our way to the merch booth after the Leipzig show, we ran into him and I flirted chatted with him a bit and had my picture taken with him 🥰 he was soooooo sweet and funny and I hope he'll stay true to his promise and keep the thing I said to him ('the drummer of BC could never [swirl the drumstick in his fingers in between every beat like you do]') "just between you and me" 🤭

from the merch booth I bought the XOXO longsleeve which looks super nice (sadly the quality isn't as super though dfgdgdsdh)

the next day it was time to return home, and as @kraeuterhexchen was seeing me to my platform at the railway station, I broke into tears in the middle of an escalator and didn't stop crying until boarding my plane lol

it's just that I was really nervous about travelling back to the airport from Leipzig because I had two changes of trains and the horror stories I've heard of Deutsche Bahn always being late were only adding to it, and that stress somehow triggered some sort of emotional meltdown in me and I realised the trip that I had been waiting for 6 MONTHS was now ending?? there had been so much talk about how we'd "do this and that when we go to Berlin/Leipzig and see BC" and now it's all done and gone and ?????? how does one move on after that 😭

but mostly I've been crying about the gift I gave to Olli 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

some of you have already heard about this, but I had made Olli this pin cushion ring:

...because I wanted to "support his sewing hobby", as I told him then sdhfhdfhfhfh

he seemed to really appreciate it, and as I demonstrated how handy it was (because you can wear it and easily put the pins there while sewing instead of having to reach to a pin cushion further away on the table), he told me he only had this huge pin cushion ("a brick" he called it, the one you can see on this video), and aaaahhhhh I'M SO ANGRY AT MYSELF for not remembering much else or barely daring to even look at him to see his reaction 😭 I do remember he got very excited when he heard he was getting a sewing-related gift though ("yessss" he said, if my memory doesn't fail me too bad) 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I'm so sad I didn't even get a picture of him with it, because Joona the photographer was in the possession of my phone at that moment 😔 and I also forgot to tell him I had made it myself, though I believe it's self-evident. but, you know. still 😭

and the reason why I've been so emotional about it is because I had made the ring weeks ago already, shortly after the album release event, and since then I have admired it every day (because hellooooo is it not the cutest?!) and I had imagined all the scenarios in which I'd give it to him, what I'd say about it and how he'd react to it (I wondered if he'd even know what it was, but of course he immediately recognized it as a pin cushion when I showed it to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭), and yesterday it just suddenly hit me that when I'd be back home, the ring would no longer be there on my table for me to admire and hold in my hands, because Olli has it now? it's OLLI'S now, as intented, and yeah idk why but even now, two days later, I'm still literally crying about it as I'm writing this because I had grown strangely attached to that silly trinket and now I'll probably never see it again 🥺😭 (I guess I should just make one for myself too lol, my old one that I made almost 17 years ago is a wee bit shabby)

anyway, if anyone sees him, can you please tell him to take good care of it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the world's biggest thanks to everyone who I hung out with on this trip, but especially to @kraeuterhexchen whose stunning art I can now admire in calendar form on my kitchen wall every month of the year (yes I shall keep you updated):

...and to @another-sun the organizer extraordinaire, as well as to my travelling companion @exitemotions (thanks for all the laughs with a touch of chaos in between <3)

here's me with BC again, the only other picture that's not blurry af lol

in conclusion, 🎵 never again, never again 🎵

...until next time 👀

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Skipped the day yesterday, so I’ll try to reply to more asks today!

Starting with the ones about our LiliSil comic from yesterday…

Anonymous asked:

HOLY SHIT LILIA His thighs are not a snack!

(I would've done the same 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻)

These thighs are a snack much better that whatever Lilia was munching on in a previous comic… leg > spaghett

Anonymous asked:

Silver doesn't get flirting or teasing at all... Very sad..... At least his plump thighs must be super delicious ❤️

He is just way too used to Lilia acting this way I guess… this is like a default to him lol nothing special to see here. But yeah, at least his plump thighs are super delicious 🥰

hipsterteller asked:

I saw silver and lilia…

Ouch, got bonked …

Anonymous asked:

…

I’ll share spaghetti with the old dude. Not because I think he’s hot or anything, mind, but because I’m a pig and spaghetti is spaghetti.

I think this one was sent after the first LiliSil midnight snack comic, so…

Very valid, Anon, but I have to warn you, Lilia is a competitive eater when it’s 3 AM and he’s having cold spaghetti.

Anonymous asked:

Random Ignihyde student A probably: I’m living in an actual nightmare. Royal Sword it is then.

(this is related to this post)

Poor guy, I feel so bad for him, he’s just trying to live his life… these creeps would be happy if he transferred to another school though 😭

Anonymous asked:

Opinions on Idia being fucked in a cosplay?

Or being fucked by someone in a cosplay

Both options are great, and I don’t know which one is going to make Idia die of cringe, embarrassment and arousal faster lol

Whenever this scenario is mentioned, I always think about Lilidia first, since Lilia is kind of a nerd himself + wouldn’t mind dressing up. In fact I did draw this once, if you consider a maid outfit a cosplay… we might revisit the theme of cosplay in Idia smut sometime, it’s a very fun one.

Idia desperately needs to get fucked in a cosplay, that’s for sure.

Anonymous asked:

haha funny scenario :)

ok now actually draw idia whimpering and bleeding on the floor :))

:) Come on, Anon, why would I do something so mean to Idia? This isn’t like me at all, I would never.

Anonymous asked:

Good lord, thank you for the dark, twisted food you’ve been providing us in the way of headcanons. I’m drinking them in like water y’all. 😩

Thank you so much for enjoying them, Anon! <3 I am super happy to hear that you like them.

I really hope to finish the rest of the posts about darker themes and hcs soon; it’s truly amazing that people are interested enough to ask for more of that.

Dark and twisted food is our true passion 😔💕

Anonymous asked:

i NEED to breed those eels 😭🤚

Unfortunately, in this blog the eels are busy breeding Idia…

Anonymous asked:

Do ya think that in the heat of the moment Sebek would try to breed Malleus, not knowing , or forgetting) that it doesn't work like that (unless it's A/B/O haha) ? Like he'd get SO intense that even AFTER he'll finish inside his liege he'd get excited again from the thought of his liege carrying his- THEIR children.

I think the young hormonal horny fae part of Sebek’s brain could make him believe in anything, like if his instincts win over and his confused body just goes ballistic, which is very likely to happen if he is lucky enough to have any kind of intimacy with Malleus. But this is Sebek we’re talking about; it could go either way with him.

Then again, we did have a comic about Sebek bragging about being the one to breed his liege, so maybe he doesn’t even need to be in the heat of the moment to think about this type of thing. It’ll definitely get him excited in like 2 seconds though lol

Anonymous asked:

I headcanon that the Science Club members talk crap and gossip while doing their club activities. Kinda like stylists at a salon but meaner.

I think every club does that to an extent lol, Science Club too. Is there a reason you headcanon them specifically as being gossipers?

All of them talking shit about everyone… and then there’s Rook with his singing….

Anonymous asked:

Kuro x TWST au where Riddle is Ciel's cousin who goes to live with Madame Red and Grell after his OB. Skip ahead and Riddle is introducing Floyd to his family. Madame Red doesn't think highly of him but he makes Riddle happy so she doesn't protest. Sebastian and the tweels are three pees in a pod, so only a raised eyebrow and approval. Ciel tho goes full kink shaming. He cannot believe his most esteemed respected favorite cousin is not only a monsterfucker but also into THAT sort of personality

Come on, Ciel, you shouldn’t be judgmental, just look at your butler for fuck’s sake lol Plus, it’s difficult for Riddle too! He wants Floyd to behave properly, it’s not his fault he can’t…

I hope the tweels bully Ciel lol

This is one of those moments when I really regret Yana not being able to do a proper crossover between Kuro and Twst, all of these boys interacting would’ve been so interesting.

artfulhero-m asked:

It's been a little over a week since I sent that huge ass essay, and in the spirit of being extremely happy to be a cringe weird little freak, have you heard of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley? I literally heard about it weeks ago cause I heard it's what the Internet has considered "the incest game" so because of that, and the cute art of the game, I bought it weeks ago and finally got around to playing it and oh boy yeah the incest is very throughout the game. AND IT'S AMAZING >:) Literally the most toxic of sibling relationships, but like that's what's got my brain latching hard they're SO codependent on each other.

Sorry I just needed another moment to just kinda yell into the void in your ask box again if that's okay lol. After sending that essay last week while on the verge of passing out for the night not even 100% sure I sent it to the right ask box I just immediately got sick the next day, which took me out for the entire week lmao. Then halfway through the week I figured I was done with sleeping so the stars have finally aligned for me to play "the incest game" and now the brain rot for The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is kinda severe and only getting worse so as a result, just needed to know if you heard about it too lol.

Yeah, we’ve heard about the game! At some point it became impossible to avoid, and while we haven’t played or watched it, the discourse around it is fascinating and very telling. We are just very happy in general that the game exists, and not necessarily because of incest, but because it’s always cool to see games with darker and more problematic themes getting popularity and recognition, especially if this is the game where the main characters are kind of shitty people lol And the artstyle is cute, I agree! It’s such a pity the author got harassed, I hope it didn’t affect them in any way.

All of that being said, I hope you get good rest and have a good sleep every day. I know it’s easier said than done, but please take care of yourself, this is very important. I also hope you feel better and surround yourself with fictional toxicity only lol Enjoy your problematic brainrot.

[hypaalicious]

Black Hair Care myths BUSTED!

Since I’m fighting off the plague and have nothing else better to do but lay here pitifully, I’ve decided to talk about hair again after my last two posts on shampoo types and curly hair care , only this time focusing on Black folks’ hair and the misinformation lots of us grew up on.

Now, because I know the gowrls like to tussle (and Mercury in Microbraids along with an eclipse is upon us), lemme just say this: if you’re absolutely happy with your hair care routine, then this post isn’t for you.

This post is only for people who are curious and want to evolve and simplify their hair care routines.

OKAY LEGGO:

The hair typing chart is garbage.

Everyone and they mama should be familiar with this chart. So many of us use it to determine what type of hair products to buy that work best for our hair type.

Unfortunately, the chart is pseudo-science.

All hair types need the same basic care (shampooing/conditioning at least every week), and products that claim to cater to a specific hair type is just a marketing tactic. This chart also promotes texturism; Oprah’s stylist literally made up the type 4 category to say that the only thing to do to tight curls is to straighten or loosen them. 🥲

Products can’t give you the kind of curls you want.

I touched on this a bit in my first hair post, but it bears repeating here: Curl “activators”, Shea butter, raw oil blends, creams, leave-in conditioners, texturizing shampoos… all of them are finessing you, beloveds. If your hair isn’t holding defined clumps of curls immediately after shampooing, then your hair is likely chronically dehydrated and needs to be detoxed.

We’re kinda raised to product chase because we’re told that the way our hair grows out of our heads is bad and needs to be fixed, and the $2.5 billion Black hair care industry is always eager to offer us placebos for our coin. We see someone with the hair texture and length we want and we immediately ask “what products do you use??” as if the answer is in a bottle when it’s really just genetics. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Greasing/oiling your scalp does not moisturize it, get rid of dandruff, or make your hair grow faster.

As a kid I remember my hairdresser using a fine toothed comb and “breaking up” the dandruff on my scalp before applying Sea Breeze to soothe it. Every single time, the dandruff came back worse. 😩 If I put oil on my scalp, it would take only a day before build up and large yellow flakes would rain out of my hair. But I thought because my scalp and my hair needed moisturizing that I couldn’t go without oils.

Well, I was right on one thing; my scalp and hair def needed moisture. But I wasn’t gonna get moisture from anything but water, and at the time I was avoiding water like the plague because I always had a fresh silk press or perm and I didn’t want my hair “reverting”.

If you have a scalp condition or chronic itchiness, you are very much making it worse by adding any of that to your head. The only solution is to wash your hair, loves. Yes, you may have to choose between looking “laid” and what’s actually good for your hair and scalp, but them’s the breaks.

The hair growth oils that line the shelves at Sally’s? Literally snake oil. Same goes for hair vitamins, biotin, MSM, rice water, JBCO, egg white/tea rinse/fruit or food products, African Black soap, rose water, etc. Nothing topical, save for specific medicated prescription drugs from a dermatologist, can make hair grow. Save ya money, hunny!

Co-washing and water-only washing doesn’t get your hair clean.

Conditioner is incapable of doing what shampoo does. You’re just gonna add layers of build up on your hair doing co-washes. Water-only cleansing is like never using soap in your laundry and expecting your clothes to be clean. 😬 Only putting shampoo on your scalp and carefully avoiding the length of your hair is the equivalent of white folks not washing their legs in the shower. Don’t do any of this.

I actually do not know where the myth started that Black folks hair is somehow too fragile to handle shampoo, a thing that is specifically formulated for hair. 😅 If shampoo is drying your hair out, you need to make sure you’re using the right kind of shampoo, not ditching shampoo altogether. If you need help, I touched on shampoo basics here!

Using a spray bottle to “refresh” your hair doesn’t do what you think it’s doing.

Tiny water droplets from a spray bottle only sit on the surface of your hair, even more so if your hair already has product in it. If your styles aren’t holding until your next wash, you may need to re-examine what you’re using, how you apply it, and how you set it. If you need to refresh a style or get moisture, nothing less than washing your hair will do.

Finger detangling or using a wide toothed comb or denman brush isn’t doing the job.

I know we’ve been raised to think that because our hair is tightly coiled, that we have to treat it with kid gloves. But we actually do more harm to our hair by not detangling correctly. Detangling is the act of getting shed hair out from your head so it doesn’t wrap up in your healthy hair and cause breakage. A wide toothed comb can’t do that, and neither can your fingers. A denman brush is ONLY supposed to be used to hold tension in the hair when blowdrying it straight. What you want is a Felicia Leatherwood brush and to use that bad boy in the shower right after putting conditioner on sopping wet hair, trust me.

Protective styles don’t exist.

Buns, braids, wigs… all of them look fantastic when done right and it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t wear them. But they are all just alternative styles; nothing is being protected. I know a lot of us love the low maintenance that having these styles provide, but I want us to examine why they are thought of as low maintenance: it’s because folks are less likely to wash their hair/detangle while having them.

Any style that discourages you from weekly hair washing cannot be protective. It instead promotes hair neglect. Yes, I know, it can cost thousands of dollars for those waist length box braids or sew in, but you paid for the labor that goes into those kinds of styles, not the ability to keep them in for as long as possible. Not touching your hair for weeks on end means you’ll have dehydrated hair with mad buildup to get rid of. And btw, that type of damage to the hair cannot be fixed in just one visit to the salon. For as many weeks as you go without washing your hair, you need that many weeks out of an alternative style with frequent washing to help it recover.

Dry hair is determined by its behavior, not how it feels.

This one has a lot of folks tripped out because logically, we should be able to just touch our strands and know that it needs moisture. Unfortunately, so many of us don’t know what our actual hair feels like without it being slathered in products, so the moment that we stop using them we think our hair is “dry” when it’s really just how our natural hair texture may feel. It’s def not easy in the beginning to let go of the familiarity a nicely oiled head of hair presents. 🥲

So, how do you know if you have dry hair? If it can’t hold a curl pattern without manipulation, is hydrophobic (if water doesn’t completely flatten hair to your scalp when you wash it, it’s not absorbing), is extremely difficult to detangle, breaks off easily, etc.

You don’t need to rinse your hair in cold water.

Only reason you should even consider it is if you have vivid color in your hair, but… lemme tell y’all sumn.

Years ago when I started dyeing my hair, it was typical for a permanent black hair dye to act like a semi-perm and wash almost completely out or turn grey in a few weeks. Now that I have a much better hair regimen that keeps my hair in the best health it can be, my semi-permanent fashion colors last for months until I decide to touch it up again. And I absolutely do not relish being cold in the shower, so I just use hot water.

The health of your hair matters more than any gimmicks or products you can use to fix a problem.

Long hair/shiny hair is not an indicator of health, it is an indicator of genetics.

I want DESPERATELY for us as a people to break the shackles of thinking that the only hair that matters is long and thick, or that someone who has long hair is an automatic authority on hair care.

If you want an idea of how long your hair can get, then look to your family. If your mom or dad don’t have hair touching their waist then it’s highly possible you were not blessed with the DNA to get your hair waist length either. And that’s okay! You aren’t any less valid. It will just save you a LOT of heartache to learn to embrace your hair the way it naturally is rather than to run around buying products and chasing haircare trends in hopes that a miracle will happen. Not to mention, I’ve seen a lot of folks with long hair but they ain’t had a trim in years and it absolutely shows. 😬

A lot of folks do not have shiny hair, that is once again due to genetics not hair health. Matte hair has a different surface texture and that’s absolutely fine! Only manufactured beauty standards glorify long and shiny hair.

Speaking of hair length…

Shrinkage is not your enemy.

A general rule is that the only hair length that matters is how you regularly wear it.

My hair stays comfortably at the nape of my neck now that I wear my curls 100% of the time. If I pull it taut, then it’ll reach mid-back. But I don’t plan on straightening my hair ever again to show that mid-back length, so… 🤷🏽‍♀️ I have short hair because that is how it lays without manipulation. And that’s fine.

Shrinkage doesn’t scare me because it’s what healthy curly hair DOES. If my hair springs like a coil and retains shape, then I’m doing something right! I have always wanted long hair, I won’t deny that. But if I have to stretch my natural hair in any way in order to GET that long hair, it’s not worth it to me. I’ll just wear a wig for a hot min if I wanna whip my hair back and forth.

Air drying your hair isn’t better than diffusing it with a hair dryer.

Another thing we’ve been told is that heat damages our hair and that air drying is best. That’s not necessarily true.

DIRECT heat can damage your hair (flat irons, blow outs, pressing combs). INDIRECT heat (hooded dryers, a diffuser attachment on a handheld dryer) does not. In fact, diffused heat sets your wash and gos/twist outs way better than air drying. It cuts down on frizz and ensures your style will last through the week.

Also, it’s better to dry your hair completely rather than wait hours for it to air dry and then maybe sleep on wet hair. Fun fact: Leaving your hair wet for too long can cause mold to grow in your hair! 😱 And if you lay a wet head on a pillow, the bacteria transfers to your pillowcase and you continue to sleep in that until you wash the pillow!

You can’t “lock moisture in” your hair.

Water evaporates. It’s what it’s gonna do. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Putting leave ins or oils on your hair in hopes that water stays in your strands longer isn’t a thing, despite what a lot of us have been told. The only thing you’re gonna be left with is greasy, dehydrated hair if you don’t wash it weekly.

Avoiding getting a hair cut will not grant you healthy or long hair.

Hair grows an average of half an inch per month, regardless of race. The belief that “Black hair doesn’t grow” is rooted in anti-Blackness. 😅 If you’re not seeing growth, then it’s most likely that your hair is simply breaking off faster than the rate of growth, or you have an underlying health issue that needs to be addressed by a doctor.

I know I used to hate hairdressers who seemed “scissor happy” because I was always chasing length, so I would often only tell them to “dust” the ends if they do anything. Now, I will grab my clippers and cut inches off my hair in a heartbeat if my hair starts looking raggedy. Clinging on to scraggly hair because it takes “so long to grow” doesn’t do you any favors, trust me. 😭 Take better care of your hair and you will retain length a lot easier, and that includes getting quarterly haircuts.

Porosity does not matter.

How many of us did this whole “put a strand of hair in a cup of water and see if it floats or sinks”? Well, what if I told you that it means absolutely nothing for everyday hair care? 😭 Porosity isn’t even a static state, so many things can change it on a dime!

The only time porosity matters is if you are getting a color service and that is only for your stylist to determine. And you will never see a stylist worth their salt putting your hair in a cup of water to figure it out. Also, a lot of “low” porosity hair is just product build up.

Using home remedies to address hair loss concerns doesn’t work.

No, it doesn’t matter that your grandma did black tea rinses regularly to stop her hair from shedding. It doesn’t matter what women in India do with their hair, either. This may be a hard pill to swallow, but it’s perfectly okay to evolve past things that aren’t truly helpful even if it’s a Black culture staple.

Please don’t be afraid to go to a dermatologist. 🥺 There’s even a Black Dermatologist Directory to reference if you don’t wanna go to just anybody. Yeah, it may seem pricey, but Dermatologists have the training to cut through the guesswork, pinpoint what the problem is and save you a LOT of time and pain. You don’t wanna fuck around and make your hair loss WORSE by doing psuedo-chemistry in your kitchen.

“Do what works for you” doesn’t have the mileage you think it does.

When people don’t want to hear that their current hair practices aren’t really helping them, they default to “Well, it works for ME!” or “Everyone’s hair is different!”

Nobody’s hair is so different that it doesn’t need a weekly wash with shampoo. Nobody’s hair is the magical unicorn that grew 4 inches in a month because they used JBCO. Your hair is not “built different”, and believing that it is will lead you to spending money on things you don’t need. Doing what works for you only comes after you have nailed the basics of healthy hair care, and it only varies in like… if you prefer to use styling foam to set your wash n go as opposed to gel. Or using one brand’s shampoo over another. Not “my hair likes butters and oils and staying in protective styles for months on end and is doing just fine, and you telling me otherwise is anti-Black”.

If you have unexamined hatred of your natural hair texture, then nothing in this long-ass post will hit for you. If a large part of your identity as a Black person is rooted in product chasing, protective styles and taking an entire business day to wash your hair, then a lot of this will offend you. I’m really sorry for that, and I am not here to argue with anybody. I’ll just tell you “if you like it, I love it” and go on about my business.

For everyone else, I really hope this post helps to shed some light on hair care and set you on a better journey that gives you more time and more confidence in your styles! 🥹

[choconanime]

OMG THNAK U FOR ANSWERING QUE RICO FOOOOOOD NOM NOM

FUYVUVUY i may uh...went a lil overboard so if you wanna skip some honestly?UNDERSTABLE LMAO BUT 💢🥞🍰🌙🕷️🌹🙉🙈🙊🌏🪤✂️🎡🎀♥️💙💔 for um Lola,guts n maybe hahaha chase def not bcuz I'm a simp for two n the other one UUUUH ANYWAY SORRY IF IS A LOT KISSY HAVE A GOOD DAY ON UR SPECIAL DAY

THANK YOU CHOCO FOR THE BDAY WISHES I KISS YOUR KIND FACE. IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO FEED U ON TJIS FINE (belated now that im posting it) DAY >:)

also this got so long but i wanfed to answer it all bc im impulsive . HOPEFULLY I DIDNT FORGET ANY

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

chase and guts have the very similar issue of locking people out of their lives and just? never actually telling ppl what’s up with them if smth’s the matter at all. chase is 10x more secretive and defensive than guts, but guts is a lot more abrasive when it comes to getting people off his tail.

chase is also a very prolific ‘ghoster’ of sorts — has a very prolific tendency to just disappear for a while out of nowhere, be it a few hours or a few days in some cases. never really tells people what he was doing or where he went, if he even went anywhere or if he was avoiding/ignoring them… and doesn’t even recognize that it’s kinda rude to randomly drop ppl for extended periods at a time and to come waltzing back in (if ever). by recognize i mean ‘acknowledge that hes in the wrong’ and not ‘does not know he’s wrong’

guts on the other hand — while not much of a ghoster in the same sense chase is, he is pretty aggressively antisocial. he doesn’t hang out, usually declines all invitations, never initiates or reciprocates attempts to maintain relationships, and has a tendency to actively push people out of his life.

lola is by far, one of the most touchy-feely and strong-handed ppl in my roster. she has a bit of a tendency to muscle people into doing things, and an even worse tendency of talking over others. she can be a bit of a bully when it comes to her jokes and can overstep quite a few personal boundaries when it comes down to it. it’s not quite out of a place of immaturity or naivety, so it comes off as pretty malicious.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

chase -> not much of a sweets guy, but he likes the classic american breakfast platter as a rare treat. you know like. pancakes, sausage, eggs, syrup, bacon. nice.

guts -> feel like he doesn’t eat breakfast much as a default, but baked eggs with sausage…… or any leftovers from the night before.

lola -> A SWEETS LOVER…. LOVER OF ALL THINGS DECADENT AS A TREAT…… she likes having soapaipilla or anything sugary.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

chase -> something in my heart is telling me he’s a carrot cake man and i cannot ignore its call…!! he doesn’t like super heavy cakes/super sweet ones, he’s good with the basics. not a fan of icecream cakes.

guts -> if it’s a cake, he’s gonna eat it. no preference at all, but he rly enjoys the sweeter side of things. maybe go easy on the frosting bc it’s a bit of a mess, but he’ll still eat it regardless.

lola -> SOMETHING FRUITY BUT NOT TOO HEAVY ON THE SWEETNESS… a little cinnamon-y with a fruit like mango or strawberry. maybe a lemon cake. she likes tres lèches but she’s also always down for a good fruit cheesecake.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

two out of three of these guys aren’t very ‘grand’ in their ambitions, and the other one purposefully leaves his wish as vague as possible. can you guess who. (it’s chase)

chase -> he wants to pave a better future, a guaranteed future. be it for himself, his friends, his family, or just other people in a situation like him — he wants something More than what they have now. the question of ‘how far he’s willing to go’ is entirely dependent on how far he can get without being questioned by the people close to him.

guts -> a very general desire to exist quietly and without much thought or disturbance. he doesn’t have that much gusto in him to ensure it happens, but he does what he can. it’s unpleasant if it won’t happen, but he really can’t fight that hard.

lola -> live big, live splendidly 😌 that’s all that matters. there’s no need to overexert yourself for grandeur when the fun exists on all corners! she’ll go as far as she feels bothered to, it’s really not that serious. don’t get so butthurt about it!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

chase -> grossed out by maggots, and gets a bit paranoid when his door is neither locked or closed. not rly scared of much else.

guts -> nervous about most matters related to bureaucracy. like… paperwork? permits? registering and keeping track of shit…? dear lord. also he’s mildly claustrophobic.

lola -> super horrific and gross body injury stuff, but minor bloody things are whatever. doesn’t like being chased, zombies, and or ghosts. doesn’t mind other horror clichés much.

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

chase -> very indifferent to valentines day. he has been confessed to before (for valentines day), but that was in elementary school and it didn’t really matter much to him. being confessed to nowadays is way more uncommon. hasn’t confessed to anyone before, but that’s also bc he hasn’t rly felt the need to before.

guts -> also indifferent to valentines day, but NRC days wise he dreads it a bit. he’s gonna be swamped on that day for work…. but it’s not like he has a life, so why not. he’s been flirted with before, but not incredibly seriously. also has never asked anyone out just bc its not rly his place go ask.

lola -> a lover of most things pink and heart-shaped, she must love valentines day like it is her flesh and blood! there’s so much cute stuff going on around those days, how could you hate it? lola gets asked out on an infrequent basis, but that’s also largely because lola tends to make the first move anytime someone catches her eye.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

chase -> would prefer that ppl don’t catch onto some of his more meticulous or malicious patterns, bc it’s not like he’s going out of his way to be despicable but he knows some parts of himself are definitely not . healthy. he’d prefer for the ppl who he cares about to not have to interact with that aspect of him.

guts -> tbh. ppl have already seen the worst parts of him and he’s pretty sure his current self is no better, so there’s nothing rly to hide about himself.

lola -> nothing really…? she’s not really ashamed of herself and thinks most, if not all, parts of herself are pretty admirable, so why tuck it away? take a gander at will 😎

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

chase -> the funny thing about him is that he’ll stay quiet even about the things he cares about. it’s not like being outspoken was ever a requirement for him to do the things he wanted to do. he’s always done his best work behind closed doors.

guts -> the middleman between these two fr. he’ll take a lot of bullshit, but he’s always been very particular of where he stakes himself — and even if it’s not the most vocal protest, guts tries his best to put himself between ‘civilian’ types (even if they are ‘troublemakers’) and certain settings he knows they don’t belong in. there’s nothing to be gained from picking fights with either side.

lola -> it could be the slightest inconvenience and lola wouldn’t take it sitting down. not to say she’d flip a table over a minor annoyance, but she’s a lady of snide comments and more provocations that are always itching to come to the surface.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

ALL THREE OF THEM HAVE CONCERNINGLY THICK SKIN. ITS A BIT DIFFICULT TO THINK OF SMTH THAT’D STRIKE A REALLY FOUL CHORD IN THEM BUT…

chase -> ITS GOTTA BE SMTH THAT RLY STRIPS HIM OF HIS DIGNITY… not that he’d burst a vein over being called a hick or broke, but i think he’d get pretty pissed off if someone, in any way, talks down on the circumstances of his birth or his foster home history.

guts -> not that he’ll get furious and start throwing shit and having an emo meltdown or anything if anyone calls him this (disclaimer pt 2) but it’s still pretty shit for guts if anyone can recognize him as a finn. and it’s even deeper shit if they call him brutus.

lola -> not that it’s hurtful, but it does piss her off (disclaimer pt 3)— she has never hated anything more than being called baby girl and everything adjacent to it. call her a scavenger or whatever, that’s fine but for the love of god….! WHO IS KITTEN? ANGEL BABY? DOLL? DADDY’S PRINCESS….????? IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE HER??? TO BE LOLA????😨😨😨😨😨🤢🤮🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

chase -> no. not really. in terms of semantics, i guess he comes close to it but…? at the end of the day, pretty resound no. as important as they may be to him, they could never be so important that they could take from him. it’s an easy decision for him, but i feel some would wish it was a little harder if he rly did care that much :,-)

guts -> maybe? he’s not capable enough to give them the entire world, but he could try and give them his world. not like he’s rly been doing much with it — and it’s not exactly like he’s not used to giving his shit up. it’s a bit of a rough choice, it’s not like he’s a masochist with a metaphorical death wish, but he doesn’t really have much else outside of them, so why not.

lola -> not the world, no way! it’s not like she doesn’t care about them enough to not sacrifice smth big but like, does she rly care thaaaaaat much? the world is kinda important yknow, she needs her life to have room for improvement too — it’s not going to be all for her s/o.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

chase -> never the type to act recklessly or go in blind — if he’s doing something dangerous then it’s entirely bc he has something to gain. a favor, some sort of leverage… proving a point is viable for him too, but he still needs something directly out of it. he has people he cares about for sure, people he’d get into some deal of trouble for but to go out of his way to risk himself needs a little bit more than just his affection.

guts -> i mean, he’s always been a bit of a meatshield. for azul, for the finns, for… whoever is convincing enough or just happens fo be in the right place. not the type to go prancing into danger unknowingly, but if he feels like someone’s got leverage over him then he’s obligated to go in wherever they’re telling him to go.

lola -> well she’s not always the sharpest tool in the shed so it’s not like waltzing into danger is foreign to her. party girls live as party girls do…. and keeping an eye out for things is tough! she’ll typically go in for her own material gain, more often than not. food to eat, cash in her pocket, fun in her brain — whatever! self-preservation is only important when it’s a situation she can’t guarantee some means of escape or surrender.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

chase -> the moment he deems them a lost cause is when he’s cutting them out immediately. the exact definition of ‘lost cause’ is pretty flexible, but more often than not — it means that they’re not likely to believe him or follow his lead anymore; they overstepped and either got too close to a grisly truth about him of tried too hard to get that truth out of him; and or he just doesn’t think they’re worth any effort investing in. he seems to let go easily enough and in most cases, he’s content with just brushing it under the rug. but he never forgets, and he probably was lying about forgiving.

guts -> a bit hard for guts to cut people out if they’re in close with him. it’s coming largely from a place of cowardice, that he really doesn’t trust himself enough to think he’s doing the right thing even if he’s been mistreated prior. it’d really take a lot of damage for guts to really feel that he should run, but that damage would also have to extend to other people for him to feel more secure in his choice of bailing. he doesn’t let go easily, he’s always a bit too wary of them and what they’ve done after he gets out — and it’ll likely stay like that for good long while.

lola -> she leaves the moment she knows they don’t respect her enough. it’s fine to not take her so seriously, it’s fine to treat her like the irresponsible one — but when the jokes get a little too close to treating her like she’s expendable, there’s gonna be a problem. she’ll sort it out if she can, but more often than not she’s fine with burning bridges. she doesn’t cling much onto the thought after she cuts them out, but she neither forgives nor forgets.

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

chase -> no, not really. not much of a kissing or pda guy…. and doesn’t really get why people think the ferris wheel is so special, but he’s fine with enjoying the ferris wheel views.

guts -> no… he’s way more bashful than chase about pda. but also, why at the top of the ferris wheel. was any other spot not romantic enough. also it’s a bit too small for him to feel comfortable.

lola -> omg yeth 😋 she’s down for anything corny or new — she’d kiss at the peak of a roller coaster if she got the chance. she thinks it’s cute! pda isn’t a must for her, but you gotta at least cooperate with her demands (of give her a kiss rn)

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

I HAVE SO MANY AUS…. SO MANY….. and tbh, my method of swapping to fit charas into aus just preserves the core of their character so that they can fit pretty much anywhere.

i don’t have any hard no’s for aus aside from hargle pooter, but i’m a bitch for any and all aus outside of that B)

aus i think would be fun to explore for all of them… i’ll give two for now :-)

wild west:

chase -> cattle rustler (former miner) — breaking your back for the big man with nothing to gain but black in your lungs…. maybe it’ll push men towards less savory deals.

guts -> carriage driver (former gunslinger) — the highlife of crime isn’t really for everyone… maybe it’s time to pass the reigns off to someone else and just do some sight-seeing… (or just getting roped into more people’s trouble)

lola -> bounty hunter (former bronco rider) — the exhilaration of bucking in the same old circle can sometimes be rekindled by breaking out entirely and dedicating your life to roughhousing for a hearty, unpromised buck.

soul eater:

chase -> rifle meister: a skilled marksman with a startlingly wide range of abilities within demon weapons… however he proves to be an incredibly capricious soul to resonate with (swinging between unremarkable and totally incompatible) and being an even worse partner, his hardheadedness often getting in the way. exhibits some mastery of soul menace. despite his talents, he keeps an astoundingly low profile within the academy.

guts -> demon machine gun: a cumbersome and destructive weapon, but pretty simple when you actually think about it. shocking to most, he’s not a challenge to synchronize with at all (accredited to his person’s stability and predictability) — however outside of presented circumstances required for partnerships, he’s not that chummy. a bit of a problem child in regards to his grades and performance, but he’s def not the worst weapon out there at least.

lola -> bat meister: a simple and unruly weapon for a straightforward gal ❤️ another fellow user of soul menace, however she’s a lot less lethal than chase is… however she makes up for a lot of that through quick wits and a great deal of force (and technique, don’t worry). pretty adaptable for a meister, however it’s easy to fall out of sync with her if ur not paying enough attention to her beat.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

chase -> service, quality time

guts -> service, gift-giving

lola -> affirmation, physical touch

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

chase -> no not really 🥲 he acts pretty much the same when his partner isn’t around — regardless of whether he’s with ppl he likes or not, the change isn’t all that grand aside from some minor shift in how sociable he is? aka if he’s with his s/o then he’s a little more willing to entertain their conversations, but if it’s anyone else then it’s more like talking to a scarecrow.

guts -> not easily, but he can get worried? if they’re away for a time-frame longer than like… 2 weeks, then he has a mild tendency to zone out briefly before he snaps back (and slips back in), but after that 3 weeks mark he should be largely functional and normal again. he’s the same as chase in terms of being unsociable and mildly intimidating, except he’s much more… awkward without his s/o as a buffer.

lola -> sure, if you could call it missing them? as affectionate as she is, she’s not incredibly clingy. she’s curious about them, maybe misses a few hugs here and there, and of course she’s keeping them in her thoughts, but if they’re not gonna be missing for months on end or something… what loss is there to mourn exactly? modern technology exists, she could just call them! she’s exactly the same without her s/o around, however you can bet that there isn’t a single chance she’ll skip out on mentioning her s/o.

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

chase -> let him down: he’s not the type to entrust his faith so freely, even if he should trust them. it hurts all the more when someone close to him begins to falter and fall through the bare minimum of expectations he set on them. it’s nothing to make him break down in tears but it makes him shut them out a lot harsher than before.

guts -> sell him out: ok this ones a bit hard to pinpoint but for the most part he does Not care what happens to him to a certain point but the moment it registers that he’s been used (and is still being used) and is considered expendable. smth abt that, he still prolly won’t find the heart to leave but it still hurts him. smth abt how the finn family has ways of making its rounds back into his life even if his partner is entirely unaffiliated :,)

lola -> demean her: she’s got tough skin but a line that she refuses to have crossed is in regards to her personhood. she is not to be coerced, devalued, or shrunken! she’ll take plenty of pointed jokes, but the moment those ‘jokes’ get way too comfortable about how dumb or useless she is, or how bratty or bimbo-ish she is — she’s gonna have a few choice words with her partner about respect ^_^ (🤭)

[becca-e-barnes]

Becca hear me out just Bucky and Steve these two beffy huge men missing you when your out and sharing a flashlight together wishing it was you. When you walk inside all you hear is pants and moans, you open the door to see them begging and moaning pretending the flesh light is you practically going feral growling how much they want to fill you up and breed you and they notice you teeth biting into your lip and moaning out “use me, please let me be your breeding toy” them just going feral and passing you back and forth for hours because we all know they got a lot of pent up cum they say “we aren’t gonna stop breedin ya until we’re empty and your full and dripping” please Beccs I’m begging ya 😩🤚

-your lovely Anon

Oh this is so fucking hot 🤤😩

Especially if you walk in and maybe Bucky is fucking the flesh light. It’s stacked up on some pillows with Steve holding it in place to almost mimic the height of your body if he was fucking you doggy style.

“Mhm fuck, it’s not as good as her. Sh-she’d be so much tighter. Don’t even think I can cum in it. It’s not good enough.” Bucky’s so frantic, he almost looks like he’s shaking. His huge biceps are trembling, sweat beading on his forehead because he just can’t cum in the toy. Not when your body would be so much more receptive.

“You fuck her at that pace and I bet she’d break.” Steve snorts, stroking his cock as Bucky slows down, getting ready to swap places with him. Steve lines himself up with the fleshlight, pressing in and Bucky’s totally right. The plastic doesn’t flutter like you would. It doesn’t give the same kind of tight drag your cunt would offer. It’s not warm and wet but it’s still fuckable.

“At least we can’t knock this thing up.” Bucky laughs, noticing Steve’s pathetic little moan. “Oh wait, you wanna knock her up Stevie? I think about nothing else when I’m jerking off, you know. Imagine how hot it would be watching her waddle round with a tummy we fucked full of babies, knowing we did that to her.” Listening to Bucky has Steve gritting his teeth, thrusting faster and faster because he’s losing control so quickly.

“Breed me.” You whisper from the doorway, so quiet you hardly heard yourself say it but of course neither super soldier could miss it.

“What did you say, sweets?” Bucky asks, his mind racing. “You want us to breed you? You wanna be fucked silly like our little fleshlight? You wanna be all round and full of babies and not know which one of us is the daddy? Won’t matter to either of us anyway, just need you to be sure.” Neither of them can believe their own eyes when you nod, offering up your body for them to use.

“Breed me.” You whisper again. “Breed me so full of cum I can’t move without dripping. If I do drip, fuck me full again. Take turns putting babies in me until my tummy is so full of cum I can’t move. Don’t wanna leave this bed until I’m pregnant.” Both men moan at how you’re entirely into this, taking no time to rid you of your clothes. They spend hours upon hours doing exactly that, fucking you full and passing you around until your all exhausted, falling asleep with you sandwiched between them, both of them keeping a hand laid protectively over your tummy.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

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H O H O H O H O

ITS A YA BOY CHAI. COMIN TO YOU LIVE. W ANOTHER REQUEST. LESSGO.

Hey remember that silly goofy little request from the other night?! What if we got like a part two mayhaps or something of the sorts of Elliot + reader at a party, she’s wearin somethin scandalous, besties bangin for the first time, with prompt numbers 4 and 8 I think?? The “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this bad before” and “why are you such a tease?” Ones?? Or just one of them!! Maybe a lil exhibitionism?? Up to you!! Thanks bae 😩💞

BESTIEEEE THIS IS HOOOOOOOT. This is so slow burn holy shit; no fucking in this but I encourage you to send in a part 3 request lol. Man you always come up with the best stuff ever. I could never fail you on this one. This man, the things I feel for this character is all coming back dude.

TELL ME WHY THIS IS A WHOLE ONESHOT DUDE THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BLURB LMAOOOOOOO!!!! This is possibly one of the best things I've ever written.

READ PART ONE HERE

"So you're telling me I could be at home right now, eating a tub of ice cream, but instead you had to drag me out to a party?" I ask, flashing Elliot a tired look as he holds the door open for me, allowing me to slip under his arm as his hand rests on my back, helping me as I step into the booming party.

"Wanted to see this dress in action." He flirts but his jaw is clenched as his eyes scan the room, already so protective of me as we step into a new setting. He navigates us into the kitchen, quickly pouring himself a glass of the nearest alcohol he finds. Getting on my tip toes, I press a lingering kiss to his cheek as my hand snakes down his waist.

"Calm down, pretty boy. The night's young." I whisper before pushing away from him, sending him a wink over my shoulder as I make my way out into the living room, looking over the large crowd of dancing teens.

"Why are you such a tease?" Elliot's hot on my trail, reaching out to grip onto my waist, the drink in his cup sloshing around as I spin in his grasp. His eyes are darker, darker than I've ever seen them, as his gaze travels down the front of my dress.

"Because you like the chase." I jest with a grin, taking the cup from his hand and taking a sip as he watches my lips wrap around the edge of the cup. His tongue sweeps out to wet his lips as he pulls me tightly to him, forcing my gaze to flicker around us. "Everyone's looking at me." I smirk wolfishly and I make eye contact with a few of the men swaying in the crowd, their girlfriends only inches away from them.

"I know, it's pissing me off." Elliot mumbles, pressing a messy kiss to my temple and he downs the drink in his cup in seconds. "You showed up with me, can't they get the hint?" He scoffs, the twinge in his jaw telling me that he's not messing around, that the looks that the other men are giving me are truly bothering him.

"What hint? I'm not yours." Elliot gives me a testing look, silently arguing with me but I stand my ground. "They'll never believe I'm not taken- not unless you prove it to them." I offer vaguely, watching a glimmer of mischief pass through his gaze as his eyes move back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

"And how do you suggest I do that?" He whispers lowly, his gravely voice rumbling from his chest, the boyish, teasing nature that he typically holds now completely gone.

"Mark your territory." His brows twitch subtly at the arousal lacing my voice as I step towards him, testing his limits and patience in front of everyone.

"I will make you cum so hard right now, right here, if you don't stop talking like that." His threat shocks me to my literal core, thighs clenching around nothing as a shocked laugh leaves me. My whole body is twenty degrees warmer than it was five minutes ago, my eyes now flickering everywhere but his as I shrink bashfully in on myself, not expecting him to say something that vulgar. Not that I'm complaining. "You got a mouth on you."

"Then put it to use." The words leave me faster than I can control them, my lips parting in quiet shock as I look up at him, realizing there's nothing to blame this on. We've only had sips of alcohol, we haven't consumed any sort of aphrodisiac other than each other's presences- if we go further, there's no going back, nothing to blame other than ourselves.

"Are you offering?" He asks, caught of guard too as he clears his throat, brows furrowed as we both realize that this isn't some sort of playful flirting match that we mutually take part in, no, this is much more than that.

"Are you accepting my offer?" There's butterflies in my stomach as he gives me a stuttered nod and I can see the faintest of blushing rising up his neck and past his collared shirt.

"You really want me to fuck you?" He asks, dipping down to brush my nose with his, our lips practically brushing as I suck in a breath. His hand is now on my hip, sliding down my back and to the curve of my ass, holding me tightly to his chest.

"I've never wanted to fuck someone this bad before." My voice is shaky as my head shakes in shock at my own realization, watching his eyes widen and I look up at him through my lashes.

"So you want to fuck me? Not the other way around-"

"Elliot, for the love of god." I take the cup from his hand and place it on the nearest table and I quickly pull him in the direction of the dimly lit, almost empty hallway, an eager Elliot following closely behind me with his hand in mine.

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PLEASE DO PART TWO OF THE HEADCANONS IM BEGGING OF YOU 💳💥💳💥💥💳💥

late nights- pt. 2

pairings: connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, zeke yeager x fem!reader

summary: spicy headcanons part two 😏

warnings: smut/NSFW content ahead, 18+ only!

word count: 606

a/n: i think it's safe to say that i'm dead after writing these... aot characters are really something else 😩 please enjoy this anon because my soul has officially left my body

part one here!

-> CONNIE SPRINGER

overconfident af around his friends and loves to tease you

makes a lot of dirty jokes

but in the bedroom it's all seriousness aside

fucks you like he's never going to see you again

VERY vocal and lots of swearing

"you take me so well, don't ya?" "fuck- you like it right there?" "so good for me.." "don't be shy, tell me how much you like it"

missionary (with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder) is his favorite position

he likes watching your eyes roll back into your face when you orgasm (it basically drives him to his own)

lots of jokes after you finish, but he'll definitely make sure you're taken care of first

-> REINER BRAUN

you can't look at this man and tell me he doesn't have a size kink

first of all he's fucking massive (in height/build and other areas too 👀)

and has the biggest titties in the entire show (you can't tell me i'm wrong)

fucks you from behind while grabbing your hair

pulls your head back so your lips are millimeters apart and your breaths are mixing

tries to be quiet but you drive him insane to the point where he can barely keep the sounds coming out of his mouth

his favorite part of your body is your waist and hips

can't keep his hands off them while you're going at it

when he's close to his high, his grip on you will tighten and he'll start going faster

it has you melting onto the bed cause he's so big and it feels heavenly

he'll never fail to make you cum more than once

afterwards you'll lie on his chest and the both of you will take a nap

-> PORCO GALLIARD

idk if it's just me

but i feel like he'd be the KING of eating you out

he may be annoying asf sometimes but he knows how to use that mouth of his

super confident and LOVES teasing you with that stupidly hot smirk of his while he's between your legs

like connie, he's also very verbal and is not at all afraid to degrade you (if you're comfortable with that) or just express how he's feeling

lots of "yeah, you want me to keep going?" "bet that feels good, doesn't it, y/n.." "fuck, you're such a slut for me, aren't you, taking my cock so well" that kind of stuff

will fuck you in any position he possibly can, as long as he has control over you

when he's getting close, his brain kind of overloads, so he becomes a groaning, swearing mess

afterwards, he'll cuddle you while playing with your hair, occasionally leaning down to kiss you

-> ZEKE YEAGER

definitely worships you like you're a gift from ymir herself or something

his favorite part about you are your ass and tits (no matter their size) and those are the parts his eyes are focused on when he fucks you

likes in when you're facing him in any position so he gets a full view of your body

or he'll let you ride him cause he likes to grab onto your ass and watch your tits

surprisingly quiet, but his groans send shivers down your spine

when he orgasms, he'll bring you as close to him as possible (his separation issues kick in and he wants you right by him)

literally has you in a moaning mess by the end of the night (or day)

in terms of aftercare, he'll make sure you have everything you need/want, and then he'll pull you into his lap and read to you

[love-archer]

oh mammon 100% wants to be caught stealing mc’s underwear, he gets off on the thought too. (Afab but gender neutral mc) he wants mc to shove him into their bed and straddle him and ride him

bet he’s really just a virgin, everyone thinks he’s a playboy but no, the second your walls sing around him he’s cumming, he’s so embarrassed, he’s never felt something so amazing before

Milk him dry and then slowly slide off so he can see the cum dripping out of you, call him pathetic and he’s hard again 😩

I feel like he’s more of a Virgin than Levi tbh

Thinking of you . . .

♡ Here's pt.1 ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡.NSFW!! Underwear thief Mammon, Male masterbation, Sub-ish Mammon(?)

♡. I'm living for these Mammon asks 😚

♡ It was not easy to get in your room, Lucifer has been keeping close watch these days . . . He must've noticed that Mammon goes down the hall of your room every time you were out of the house for more than a few hours

♡ Mammon made a mental note, be careful idiot! Don't screw this up! To him, this, doing was he has been doing for weeks, was the only one type of pleasure he can get

♡ When he got to your drawer and the fabric of the new garment you bought touched his skin, he felt his eyes widen

♡ Woaaah he never seen this one before...it feels silky and...oh you'd look so hot in it!

♡ He licked his lips and looked around, you won't come home now so it's not important to leave right away, he has time

♡ He sat on your bed, body all relaxed yet his eyes were fixed on the door....hmm

♡ He'd never done it in your room before so it made him feel a little nervous but hot at the same time

♡ knowing he's on your bed, the same one you've certainly sat on and touched yourself, it made him feel giddy, like a child who found a secret candy jar and the candy in this was your underwear

♡ The more he looked at it, the more thoughts ran through his mind...this one was definitely new, the smell of you on it wasn't strong, his cock twitched when a new thought came to his mind

♡ It wasn't important that he pulled down his pants and wrapped it around him, it's not like ya were gonna know about it, right?

♡ The more his hand went up and down, the more he thought of you coming through that door but...really what would you do? If you saw him do this to your...your stuff while he grunts and pants your name softly?

♡ Would you stop at the doorway and look at him get harder now that your eyes are at him? Would you slowly walk to him and replace his hand with yours? Would you jerk him off until his cum covers your hand and slides down to your wrist?

♡ His hand went faster, leaving his hips to bolt forward, his breathing got slower...."h...Haa..ngg-"

♡ Or would you walk to him right away, take your underwear from his hand and throw away at the bed, look at his leaking cock and sigh at his actions? Would you push him to his back and hop on his thighs, adding pressure on his cock? Would you close your thighs tighter, trapping his half-hard cock in between, would you ride him, feeling how he moves and twitch at your every grind?

♡ Would you not let him cum and get off of him? would you dress down and wear the garment, saying "What's with the face? You were using this to cum, weren't you?" Would you laugh at his face and climb back on him, press his cock to his stomach and start really grinding on him?

♡ Mammon's eyelid got heavier as his thoughts became more vivid and lustful, shit...

♡ His hand went faster, he laid on his back with a hand loosely on his mouth, may..maybe he should this more often in your room "A..Ahh.."

♡ His hips started to thrust forward violently as the images in his head showed you in the reverse cowgirl position with the underwear garment on

♡ It wasn't important that his cum polished your new underwear and the sheets a bit, it wasn't important that his cock was still hard and it wasn't important that he got a new way to reach his high

[shiftingparadise]

Dabi x Reader: Let's go home doll

Hi everyone! So I had a request to write a story about Toya. They gave me the freedom to write whatever I wanted - so naturally - I came up with an angsty story (mentions of being tortured, captured, etc). So if you're not comfortable with angsty stories, please skip this one 🥺. The ending is ... I'm not going to say happy, but also not sad, if that makes sense? 😩 (If you liked the 'Enemies to lovers' or 'Little rat' fics, you're going to like this one too - I think!)

Anyway, I LOVED writing this, so enjoy! 🤍 ✨

Word Count: 4.622

‘Shut up Kacchan’, you sighed while rolling your eyes, ‘DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, AND THAT’S NOT MY NAME’. ‘Deku gets to call you like that, how come I don’t?’, you lazily placed your arm over your chair, looking at the blonde behind you. 

You could see Bakugo gritting his teeth together, his nails digging into the palms of his hand. 

‘Ugh’, you rolled your eyes, ‘Deku? What’s our next mission? I’m bored’, you placed your elbow on the table, resting your chin on the back of your hand. 

Since all of you graduated, you decided to join Endeavour's agency. It was the only agency that would hire all of you, with Shoto being his son. 

‘Deku?’, you raised an eyebrow at the lack of response. ‘O-oh sorry Y/N’, you could hear his nervous voice, ‘I was thinking about something’. ‘Tsk, damn nerd’, Bakugo placed a hand on the back of your chair, ‘Let’s go creep’. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?’, you sighed before pushing your chair back. ‘How else should I call you? I’m not the one who cuts myself just so I can use my own blood as a weapon, damn freak’, Bakugo placed his hands in his pockets before nonchalantly walking towards the door. 

It was always like this with Bakugo, the back-and-forth scolding at each other, but underneath both your tough exterior, you cared about each other deeply. Just like you cared for Deku and Shoto. They’d been your friends throughout high school, saving you more times than you could count, making sure you accepted your quirk, that you wouldn’t hate yourself anymore. 

‘WHAT THE HELL?’, Bakugo turned around to look at you, fire in his eyes. ‘I told you not to call me that anymore’, you shrugged your shoulders, ‘If you call me that again, it won’t be a calculator that hits your head’. 

‘Where are you going?’, a voice as cold as yours appeared in the door frame, causing Bakugo to shift his focus. ‘Move icyhot’, Bakugo pushed Shoto aside, ‘We’re going to take a stroll through the city. We’re bored’. ‘I’m coming with you’, he ignored Bakugo’s aggressive push before looking at you, ‘If that’s alright with you’. ‘Of course’, you smiled at him, placing your hand on his jacket, pulling him behind you, ‘You’re my favourite, you know that’. ‘Ai’, he replied coldly, ‘How could I forget when you tell me every time you see me’. 

Everyone always thought you were strange. You came across as cold, calculated, and even a little crazy sometimes, but the boys accepted you. They took the time to get to know you, to see how childish and playful you truly were.

‘Deku?’, you looked one last time behind you through the door frame, he was mumbling to himself. ‘Dekuuuu?’, you playfully chanted, ‘O-oh’, he snapped out of it, cheeks blushing, ‘I-I’m staying here, I need to do some research’. ‘Okay’, you closed your eyes while smiling, ‘See ya!’. 

---

‘Uuuuugh’, you sighed, playfully fiddling with your butterfly knife, ‘I’m so bored’. ‘Y/N, I know we’re pro heroes, but you can’t just play with your knife like that in public’, ‘Always the kill buzz’, you rolled your eyes at Shoto, ‘But don’t worry, you’re still my favourite’, you pinched his cheek. ‘Shut up! You’re annoying me’, Bakugo started walking faster than you two, ‘Kacchaaaa-‘. 

You wanted to annoy Bakugo, to make him lose his temper even further, but you were cut short when you could see blue fire emerging from what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. 

‘Toya’, Shoto narrowed his eyes, quickly running towards the building, ‘Damn half-and-half bastard, I’m faster than you!’, Bakugo quickly followed, leaving no space for you to think about your actions, so you just followed them. 

--- 

‘Ah little brother, so nice to see you again’, Dabi smirked while looking at Shoto, ‘Now be good and let your big brother do his work’. ‘Toya’, Shoto replied coldly, ‘Let’s talk, you don’t have to do stuff like this’. 

You let out a small giggle at Shoto’s demand, causing Dabi to focus his attention on you. 

‘That was cute’, he said coldly, ‘What?’, you tilted your head, playing with your butterfly knife, ‘Is a villain really flirting with me?’. ‘Y/N shut up!’, Bakugo yelled at you. 

Dabi let his gaze wander across your uniform. He had never seen a pro hero dress as you did. With your cute skirt, black boots that just stopped under your knees, and your cute little crop top. Not to mention the two little tails you had on top of each side of your head, while the rest of your hair was hanging loose, softly brushing over your shoulders.

‘What?’, you placed your arms next to your body, looking at the blonde, ‘Shoto’s just too cute to make demands like that!’. 

Shoto could already see Dabi’s eyes on you, Shoto knew you had peaked his interest. 

‘Y/N, get back to the agency’, Shoto placed his arm in front of you, ‘What? No fair! I’m bored out of my mind-‘, ‘Dabi, let’s leave’, a rough, unpleasant voice cut you off. ‘Ah, Shigaraki’, you giggled before looking at the two villains who were standing before you, ‘Oh Shoto, you can’t expect me to leave now!’, you pleaded. 

‘What’s wrong with her?’, Shigaraki tilted his head. ‘What’s wrong with me?’, you looked at him, ‘Well, let’s find out’. 

You grabbed one of your knives, dragging the tip from your wrist to your elbow, causing a stream of blood to drip from your arm. 

‘Let’s have some fun, shall we?’, you manipulated your blood so that there were icicle-shaped drops of blood hanging in the air, pointed towards the villains. 

--- 

‘You see, that’s the problem with blood manipulators’, Dabi smirked while grabbing your hair, pulling your face away from the concrete ground, ‘The user can only use so much of their own blood, and since you didn’t manage to get some from us… Well’, he chuckled, ‘Playtime’s over for you’. 

‘S-shoto’, you grunted out in pain, you could see he was trying to negotiate Bakugo back from Shigaraki , who had four fingers resting on his neck. 

‘Oh, don’t worry about my little brother’, Dabi let your face fall back on the ground, ‘Shigaraki, I want to make a deal’. ‘I’m listening’, Shigaraki kept his focus on Shoto, ‘Let that boy and my brother go, I want to take her with us’, Dabi said coldly. ‘What?’, Shoto widened his eyes, ‘No way shithead’, Bakugo grunted, trying to break free from the cold hand that was wrapped around his throat. ‘Well, she’s pretty’, Shigaraki started to lose his grip around Bakugo’s neck, ‘We won’t let you take her!’, Shoto wanted to run to you, but Dabi shook his head disapprovingly, ‘One step further, and I’ll kill her while my dear colleague places his fifth finger around your friend’s neck, little brother’. 

You could see Dabi standing before you. You wished you could do something, but you were drained, there wasn’t a single ounce of strength left in your body. 

‘I-it’s fine’, you grunted out, trying not to cry, ‘S-shoto please, there’s nothing you can do. D-Deku won’t be here in time’. 

You could see Shoto widen his eyes, his mind racing. 

‘Tik tok… Clock’s ticking’, Shigaraki pushed, slowly letting his fifth finger lower towards Bakugo’s neck. ‘Go Shoto’, you grunted, trying to push yourself away from the concrete, but you were too weak. ‘Listen to her, otherwise, she dies together with him’. ‘I’ll come for you’, Shoto looked at you, voice breaking before turning back towards Shigaraki, ‘W-we have a deal’. 

Shigaraki let go of Bakugo’s neck before kicking him, causing him to almost fall onto the ground. You could see Bakugo looking at you, eyes filled with hurt. You knew he didn’t want to leave you behind, that he had to gather every ounce of self-control not to attack the two villains. 

‘Don’t try to follow us. If I sense your presence, I won’t hesitate to kill her’, Dabi picked you up from the ground, throwing you over his shoulder. 

You could see Shoto and Bakugo standing next to each other, both digging their nails into the soft skin of their hands. 

‘We’ll get you back, I promise’, Shoto gritted through his teeth, looking at the blood that kept dripping from your arms. ‘D-don’t bring Kacchan with you’, you grunted, forcing a smirk on your face, ‘D-don’t want him to turn into dust’. ‘Tsk’, Bakugo closed his eyes at your poorly timed teasing, ‘S-shut up cre-‘ 

Bakugo couldn’t finish his sentence, so his words just died out. Shigaraki gave a quick nod to Dabi, signaling him it was time to leave. You tried to look as long as you could at your friends while Dabi walked further away from them. You didn’t want them to remember you like this, so weak, so pathetic. 

‘Now that you’re our doll, our hideout’s going to be so much more fun’, Dabi said coldly before pinching your leg, ‘S-shut up’, you whispered. ‘Spicy’, Shigaraki looked at you before walking next to Dabi, ‘Why did you want her? Is it because of her sca-‘, ‘I want her because she’ll become one of us’. ‘Huh? She’s a pro hero’, Shigaraki started scratching his neck again, ‘You’ve seen her, the crazy giggle, the way she cut herself without hesitation. We just need to push her over the edge’. ‘Don’t fucking talk as if I’m not here!’, you tried to punch Dabi’s back with your fist, ‘I’ll never be like you’. ‘Dabi, make her shut up, she’s annoying’. ‘Hm, she needs a bit of training before she can truly be our doll’, Dabi agreed quietly, ‘Doll, if you don’t shut up, you’re going to smell the scent of burnt skin coming from your soft thighs’. 

You could feel Dabi’s hand getting warmer on your leg. You were too tired to show any resistance, your body was done. 

--- 

‘T-they’ll come’, you could feel blood dripping from your mouth, wrists aching from the chains that strung your arms towards the ceiling. ‘It’s been months since I took you with me, they’re not coming doll’, Dabi sat lazily in a chair, eying you up and down, ‘I don’t like doing this to you, but if you keep acting like a brat, you leave me no choice’. ‘They’ll come’, you looked at him, tears streaming down your cheek, ‘T-they promised’. 

You let your head fall, eyes wide open, staring at the ground. It has been months of torture, months of abuse. Your body was covered with burns Dabi gave you, not to mention the cuts Shigaraki gave you. There was nothing you could do. Your body was too wounded to even use your quirk. The strength you once had was completely gone. On top of that, Dabi always made sure your hands were tied together. Even if you still had some strength left, you couldn’t use your quirk without your hands anyway.

‘A promise? That’s what you’re holding on to?’, Dabi sighed while getting up from his chair, walking towards you. ‘Doll, it would be so much easier if you would just give in’, he let his thumb wander over your lips, ‘We could be quiet the duo’. 

You could feel your body shaking at Dabi’s unexpected soft touch. You could feel his other hand trail over your collarbone. Afraid he would burn you again, you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for the pain that was going to come.

‘I took you away from your old life because I saw how bored you were’, he took a step back so he could look at your broken body, ‘I’ll give you everything you want. You’ll never be bored by my side, Y/N’. 

You whimpered when you could hear your name coming from his mouth. It was the first time he called you by your name, you didn’t even know if he remembered it. 

‘And because you’re the prettiest doll I’ve ever seen’, he said softly before taking the chair, and placing it closer to you. ‘You covered my entire body with burn marks, you’ve tortured me for months, and now you’re trying to act kind?’, you cried out. You were done with being strong, you couldn’t handle the pain anymore. ‘Ssh, don’t cry doll’, Dabi shushed you while sitting back down on the chair, ‘I only did that because you were being a brat, spitting in my face and all that. I behave, if you behave, remember?’. 

You slowly looked at the man who was sitting in front of you. Somehow, you pitied him, even though he hurt you so many times. His eyes always looked so lonely. 

‘Y/N, they’re not com-’, ‘W-why? Tell me the real reason why you captured me’, you tried to speak as loud as you could, ‘W-was it because of my scars?’. 

Your body was completely covered in scars, since you cut yourself so many times during battle so you could use your blood as a weapon. You used to hate your scars, but your friends told you over and over again that it didn’t matter, that you were beautiful either way. 

Dabi lowered his eyes, ‘No’. ‘Don’t lie!’, you screamed out, ‘You feel some kind of sick connection with me, right?’. ‘Watch it’, Dabi looked coldly at you. ‘I’m nothing like you! I got these scars because I wanted to protect the people I love, not to hurt othe-‘, ‘Stop’, Dabi stood up from his chair, ‘Just stop, please’, he sighed. 

You widened your eyes at the sight of him, looking so weak and hurt. 

‘Here’, he said softly, walking towards you. You quickly closed your eyes, tensing up your entire body, bracing yourself for another punishment. ‘Don’t worry’, he sighed, ‘I’m just going to remove these’. 

You could hear the chains dropping on the ground, leading you to quickly rub across your wrists, trying to soothe the stinging sensation. 

‘You’ll never see this room again, don’t worry’, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder again. 

You’d stop struggling when he did that weeks ago. Even though you told him multiple times you could walk, he’d kept throwing you over his shoulder. 

‘W-where are we going’, you whimpered in fear, ‘To your room’. ‘I-I don’t have one’, you said softly, ‘Well, since we’ve lost one of our members, I convinced Shigaraki to give you his room’. 

‘Here doll’, he opened a door before he gently placed you on a bed. 

H-huh? You looked around the room. You could see Dabi had tried to make it as cozy as possible with some candles and even a TV and some books. 

‘Bathroom’s through that door’, he pointed before pulling a soft blanket over your shoulders. ‘A-aren’t you afraid I’m going to use my quirk to escape?’, you looked at the ground. Dabi placed himself next to you, looking at the ceiling, ‘I thought you would’ve agreed to be mine by now, that you saw the same thing in me that I see in you. Thought we could share this room’. 

You could feel your heart racing at how sick his reasoning was. How could you share a room with the man who’s been torturing you for months? 

‘I wasn’t always like this, you know?’, he removed a strand of hair that got stuck in some blood on your forehead, ‘I was once like my little brother you so admire, but I’m sure you’ve heard how nice my father is’. ‘That’s not an excuse to hurt other people’, you pulled away from his rough digits. ‘Rough, aren’t they?’, he chuckled, ‘I’m sorry, I’m trying to be gentle’. ‘Gentle?’, you widened your eyes in disbelief, quickly standing up from the bed, ‘You’ve done nothing else but hurt me! Why are you trying to be gentle now?’. 

You could see Dabi’s hand grabbing the sheets, trying to control his anger. 

‘You really want to act like a brat again? Fine’, he chuckles, ‘I’ve tried being nice to you, to show my soft side to you, but my patience’s running out’. 

---

More time passed. You didn’t know how long you’d been captured by Dabi, but it must’ve been a year already. 

‘Ai’, you replied coldly, ‘I’ll behave’. ‘Good’, Dabi smirked before placing a kiss on your lips, ‘Don’t kill any more guards, please? I know you’re bored but-‘, ‘I won’t’, you waived him away while throwing yourself on your bed. 

You’d thrown your emotions away months ago. You couldn’t handle the pain anymore, nor the feeling of being betrayed by your friends. They promised they would come for you, but where were they? You could see them on the news almost every day, smiling, as if you never existed. Did they just forget about you? You were so angry, so hurt. You went through hell, being tortured for months, and they were just pretending to be heroes, putting on some sick persona. A true hero would never betray a friend like that, a true hero would never leave their friend to rot. 

Once Dabi noticed your change of heart, he easily won you over. He was the one that took care of you, that made sure you had everything you needed. Sure, he’d hurt you in the past, but that’s because he saw your true potential. He made you like this, he made sure you were stronger than you’d ever been, and besides, killing people was more fun than you thought. 

--- 

‘Oi Shigaraki’, you threw your head back, looking at him, ‘I’m bored, where’s Dabi?’. ‘How would I know’, he was scratching his neck nervously, ‘Those damn brats’, he was glued to the TV. 

There they were again, your so-called friends, waving proudly at the cameras. Bakugo scoffing and sighing, like he always did. At least he didn’t pretend to be nice. 

‘W-where are you going?’, Shigaraki looked at you ‘Out, I’m bored’, you replied coldly, ‘B-but Dabi said-‘, he tried to protest. ‘Try to stop me’, you smirked, ‘I’ll have your head flying before your shoe touches the ground’, you nodded at the blood that was dripping from his neck. 

You could hear him mumble, but you didn’t care. Dabi promised you that you would never be bored again, and here you were, feeling bored. 

--- 

‘So, that’s what my doll likes to do?’, you smirked once you heard your boyfriend’s voice coming from behind you, ‘Torture some innocent people at the mall?’. ‘I was bored, remember what you promised?’, you hopped towards him before grabbing his collar and pulling him closer, pouting your lips ‘You told me I would never be bored again’. ‘Hm, you’re right. I’m sorry doll’, his lips brushed against yours, ‘Let’s have some fun. This will help you’. 

Your eyes lit up when you saw what he was holding. 

‘That’s for me?’, you threw your arms around him, ‘It’s the prettiest butterfly knife I’ve ever seen’, you kissed him to show your gratitude. 

‘T-they’re crazy’, you could hear a hostage yell, ‘T-they’re freaks, look at their sca-‘, ‘What did you call me?’, you titled your head, slowly walking towards the man. ‘Doll, remember what I told you, right? You can’t kill everyone who crosses your path’. ‘Can I kill this one?’, you smiled while placing your new knife against the man’s throat, causing a small drop of blood to drip onto his white collar. ‘Oh Dabi, this knife’s so pretty covered in blood’, you sighed with a fond look.

‘Y-Y/N?’.

You widened your eyes, your heart stopped.

‘Look Dabi, it’s another family reunion’, you smirked. Dabi was already walking towards you.

Dabi was nervous. Nervous to lose you, nervous that you would get in a fight that you couldn’t win, but most of all, he was nervous they would take you away from him. 

‘Doll, calm down’, he stood next to you, looking at his little brother, ‘Don’t worry, I won’t kill him’, you playfully giggled. 

‘Y/N? What hap-‘, ‘What happened to me?!’, you screamed at Shoto, ignoring the sight of Bakugo running towards his friend. ‘I’ve waited for you, for months I’ve waited for you two’, you pointed towards the traitors you once called friends. ‘I was tortured until I was throwing up blood, day after day’, you tried to stop shaking. ‘Y/N’, Shoto narrowed his eyes, ‘This isn’t y-’. ‘Interrupt me again, and I’ll kill him’, you tilted your hand in the air, nodding your head towards the man behind you, ‘He told me I was a freak, remember Bakugo? How you would call me that?’, you started giggling at the memory.  

Bakugo didn’t know what to say or what to do, he never felt this helpless before. 

‘We tried to find you! We searched day and night for you!’, Bakugo screamed, ‘W-we thought you were de-‘, ‘Ah, but I am’, you stopped smiling, ‘I am dead’. 

‘Doll, I think it’s time to go’, Dabi placed his hand on your shoulder, ‘No, I want to have some more fun’, you closed your hand that was next to your head. ‘No!’, you could see Shoto trying to stop himself from attacking you. ‘Don’t worry, he didn’t suffer’, you giggled after you heard the man’s head fall onto the ground, ‘I did though, I suffered Shoto’. ‘Y/N, you can still come ba-‘, ‘Wait!’, you widened your eyes, looking at Dabi , ‘Shoto’s my family now, isn’t he?’, ‘H-huh?’, you could hear Shoto was confused. ‘Ugh, are you dumb?’, you looked over your shoulder at him, ‘Since I’m dating your brother, you're kind of my brother-in-law’, you giggled before placing a quick kiss on Dabi’s cheek.

Dabi was just standing there, arms crossed. He knew he couldn’t get you out of there before you had your ‘fun’, he knew you were waiting for this opportunity to get your revenge. Thinking about it, that’s probably why you decided to take hostages at this mall so close to their agency in the first place. You wanted them to come. 

‘Icyhot, she’s not the same anymore’, Bakugo gritted through his teeth, ‘W-we did this’, Shoto balled his hands, ‘W-we promised-‘, ‘Oi, we looked for her, day and night! It’s not our fault-‘, ‘Say that again?’, you giggled while placing your knife against Bakugo’s throat. 

They were so busy talking about you, that they didn’t even notice you were walking up to them. 

‘Who tortured you?’, Shoto raised his voice, ‘Who took you from us?’. ‘Dabi’, you smiled playfully. ‘Then why are you blaming us?’, Bakugo hissed, knowing you could end him in a second thanks to your quirk. ‘Because you promised!’, you yelled at him, eyes filling with tears, ‘You promised to save me! I’ve waited for you, I stayed strong because I believed you!’. ‘Y/N, we really tried-‘, ‘You tried Shoto? Well, I tried to stay strong too. While you were lying comfortably in your bed at night, I was being strung to the ceiling, beaten, burnt, scarred. When you were eating your breakfast in the morning, I was trying to spit away the taste of blood and vomit in my mouth. When you were busy pretending to be a hero on TV, waving so proudly at everyone who was watching, I was freezing in a cold room, while the few clothes that covered my skin were sticking to it thanks to a mixture of blood and sweat. You’ve no idea what I’ve been through, Shoto’. 

‘Doll, let’s go’, Dabi yawned, ‘We’re not going to kill our greatest rivals, not yet anyway, right?’. 

Dabi tried to bring you back to earth, to bring you back to him. 

‘You did this to her’, Shoto yelled at his brother, ‘What have you done to her’. ‘Well, I think she just told you’, he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. 

‘How can you love him?’, Bakugo looked down at you. ‘Love?’, you frowned at the word, ‘I don’t love him, I don’t love anything or anyone’. ‘He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he? That sawn-together puppet corrup-‘, ‘Speak ill of him one more time, and I’ll end you DynaMight’, you pressed the knife harder against his skin. 

You could hear Bakugo gasping when you called him by his hero name, you never did that before. 

‘Let’s go home, doll. You’ll get your chance another time. You know we can’t take them once Deku’s here’. 

‘Y/N please’, you widened your eyes in surprise when you could feel Shoto’s hand on your wrist, lowering the knife you had pressed against his friend’s throat. ‘D-don’t touch me’, you whispered. ‘I searched for you, I was still searching for you-‘, ‘You’re lying!’, you pulled away from his touch, burying your face into Dabi’s chest. ‘I’m not because-‘, ‘Icyhot, this isn’t the time’, sparks were coming out of Bakugo’s fists while he widened his stance. Now that you stopped pressing a knife against his throat, Bakugo was ready to fight. ‘I love you Y/N, I’m in love with you for years now’, Shoto said softly, ‘Every time you told me I was your favorite, every time you grabbed my shirt or jacket, pulling me behind you… You made me happy. You made me realize I don’t need to cover up my scar because you wear yours so proudly. You’re the only person that matters to me Y/N, please come home, with us. Deku will help you, we’ll help you’. 

‘Doll’, Dabi’s hand started shaking on your back, ‘Don’t listen to them. They saw you’ve killed someone, if we don’t leave now, they’ll throw you in jail’. 

You closed your eyes, memories flashing before you. It felt as if they were from some other life. Yes, you loved Shoto too, back when you were still you, back when you were the happy, silly, ignorant girl. 

‘Please’, you whimpered into Dabi’s chest, ‘T-take me home’, you started sobbing, ‘I don’t want to be here anymore’, tears started flowing from your eyes, ‘Please Dabi, please’. ‘Of course Doll’, Dabi kissed the top of your head, as if there weren’t 2 pro heroes standing behind you. 'Did you at least enjoy yourself?’, ‘Hm’, you nodded, ‘I want to go home now’. 

Dabi turned his back towards you, lowering himself a  little, so you could climb on his back. He always did that when you were crying. You liked the feeling of holding onto him tightly, as if you were a tiny monkey, wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck… All while burying your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. 

‘Oh, little brother?’, Dabi turned over his shoulder to look at him, ‘She’s mine, understood?’. ‘Tsk’, Bakugo gritted his teeth, ‘Icyhot, if you don’t stop me, I’ll kill him’. ‘No, you won’t’, you raised your hand without removing your face from Dabi’s neck, ‘I’ll kill you and Shoto if I hear you take a single step before we’re out of sight’. 

--- 

‘Icyhot?’, for once Bakugo was concerned about his friend, ‘I’m going to get her back Bakugo, I won’t break my promise’, Shoto looked at how you and Dabi disappeared in the distance, ‘This isn’t her’. ‘I never expected it to be her’, Bakugo replied, ‘All the mysterious killings for the past month, that was her, right?’, he closed his eyes, ‘It couldn’t have been anyone else but her’. ‘We’ll get her back’, Shoto walked towards the hostages, ‘I’ll take care of them, call Midoriya and tell him what happened’. For once Bakugo didn't yell at Shoto in response, for once he decided to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told.

[kingkatsuki]

Dammit Jo, what have you done to me. I have the filthiest dirty Kiri thoughts right now, and it's all your fault. Panty-stealing Kiri who makes you wear the panties once you discover he's stolen them. It drives him wild seeing you pull them on, knowing he just had them wrapped around his cock earlier that morning. Panty-stealing Kiri who peppers you with dirty words wrapped in a sweet tongue as he corners you against the wall and turns you around so your back is facing him, his big hands palming the meat of your ass.

"They look so cute on you, baby." he coos. "Now you'll smell like me, too. Don't you like that?"

And he knows you do, because he can smell the scent of your arousal, can feel the hot wetness of it as it starts to soak the fabric when he draws a lazy finger over your covered slit.

Panty-stealing Kiri who takes your soft whimper as an invitation to move the fabric aside and rub small, slow circles over your wet lips, fingers dipping and teasing.

"Stay still, babe..." he whispers into your ear, his hot breath unleashing goosebumps across your skin.

Then you hear it, the unzipping of his pants and not a moment, later, you feel the hot, thick head of his cock brushing against your folds, coating itself in your juices.

He groans, a deep low rumble that reverberates from his chest to yours as he has you pinned against the wall with his bulk, muscles caging you in.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt ya. Just need to feel ya." he whispers huskily.

You moan and your back arches without your permission, your ass grinding against him in need. He quiets you with little shushes drifting across the shell of your ear like butterfly wings.

"Just stay still." he says.

He rubs his cock against you, back and forth, the tip pushing into your wanton entrance just the smallest fraction. The burn is delicious, setting fire to your loins, the hot snake of desire coiling tight in your core. God, you want more of him, all of him.

But he doesn't give it to you. Instead, he pulls out, just to press the hard tip against your tight hole, again and again.

It's torture, plain and simple. You try to bear down onto his cock, to force him into you, but his thick hand on your hip stops you, holding you steady.

"I said stay still." he growls. "Don't wantcha to hurt yourself."

Then he starts pumping his cock, the hot head brushing against your entrance with each upward tug of his fist. The harder and faster he pumps, the sloppier his aim is, until his cock is brushing clumsily against your clit, sending electric shocks as your neglected hole spasms needily.

It's over too soon - he cums all over your entrance, your panties, your clit. Your riding the edge of your own orgasm, desperate to fall into oblivion with him, but it never comes. Instead, he lets out a satisfied sigh and plants a chaste kiss on the back of your head.

Then he's rearranging your underwear back into place, now cold and sticky with his seed. He leans back just far enough to admire his work, and gives your ass a playful slap.

"You look good like this, baby. You should keep those on."

I shamelessly fucking boarded this ask jfc it is PERFECTION. Imagine for the longest time you’ve noticed your panties going missing and of course you’d never suspect sweet, innocent Kirishima- until you catch him red handed- quite literally. Holding up the bright red fabric as he gives you a casual shrug like ‘whatcha gonna do?’.

When you said the fabric smells of him because it’s been wrapped around his cock and is probably covered in his cum and then he presses it against you😫😫😫

God and then if the imagery wasn’t going to end me the dialogue sure did.

Imagine- he knew he was going to be a tight fit but the moment he slips the thick head of his cock into your slick heat he just knows there’s no way he’s fitting in this time-

And when he pulls the panties back up with our cum spilling out of us and onto the fabric?😩