#DNI adults!!

[brownrabbitfur]

Dear Reader

I hope this letter has arrived to you in the good nature of your day or night, I would like to introduce myself if you wouldn't mind.

Hii!! My name is nayah or ny (which I prefer) and I'm looking for possible moots or friends on here! We might get along if you're into stuffed animals, horror movies, subliminals, or are just 5teen in general but if you would like to know more;

I'm into different genres, I'm not a "I'm into every genre person" because I'm incredibly picky with my music that I listen to but I really enjoy Janelle Monae.

I'm really into dark comedy (when it's actually funny) and I love anthology horror especially VHS (a horror series), I'm not really into romance movies unless it's something like "Bones & All".

I'm on the asexual spectrum and I'm unlabeled! :)

I have discord & Instagram, @/brownrabbitfur on discord & @/brownrabbitfurr on Instagram though my insta is pretty new since it's separate from my personal account.

I am a multifandom user (izombie, incredibox,school spirits,coryxkenshin, Elsbeth [show], dark deception, and much more.)

I'm into gif sets and more darker tones of art though I know to avoid comments at times because most romanticize problematic things.

DNI IF YOU'RE:

A swiftie/barb/dreamsmp fan. Just don't really interact with me, thanks :]!!

Racist.

Homophobic.

An MAP, yuck. (Minor Attracted Person)

NSFW Account/NSFW Concept account.

Older than 18.

Proship.

I'm a weird black girl so I may complain about my insecurities or boys, I'm a teenage girl, what do you expect?

Interact if you;

are a weird black girl 🫶🏾!!

you like horror or black comedy.

are 5teen+.

A cinephile.

certified yapper.

Like movie reviews :3!

[kokichiweb]

i hate finding things out about the writers of the fanfics i read

uhm no the fic about those teenagers fucking isnt silly anymore youre 28 years old

[ixtral]

//mild nudity

celeste

[milessluvr]

1610 miles would allow you to see in his sketchbook n’ also you would pose for him to help him in his sketches.

1610 miles swings you up on rooftops when you’re upset and he holds you too cheer you up.

1610 miles takes you to a abandoned place to graffiti each others name.

1610 miles doesn’t like getting up early in the morning when he’s laying in bed with you.

1610 miles gets really happy when he sees you in school.

1610 miles buys matching Jordan’s for the both of you (mostly red or yellow.).

1610 miles takes naps on ft with you after school taking screenshots while you sleep.

1610 miles uses silly nicknames like pook/stink/etc.

1610 miles remembers every lil detail about you and every thing you favorite.

1610 miles loves playing video games with you letting you win if your not good at the game.

1610 miles is really good with kids and sometimes gets baby fever.

1610 miles accidentally shocks you while he sneezes😭.

42 miles wears matching hello kitty pjs with you.

42 miles would admire you while your studying on a test.

42 miles when you get your period he will try his best to comfort you any way.

42 miles FaceTimes you when he first wakes up instead texting you😒.

42 miles 1v1s you in mw2 and actually shits on you.

42 haves your birth date on the back of his phone case.

42 miles sends you the most cringest stuff on TikTok and expects you to watch it all💀.

42 miles steals your bonnet then claims it as his.

42 miles gives you the side eye when you make corny dad jokes or something 😭.

42 miles being a flex and showing you off at school or on the game.

“ I gtg ima go hang out wit my girl “

“sorry I’m having lunch with my girl “

42 miles throws paper balls at you just in case your bored in math class.

@ entox 2023

[secretfandomthoughts]

Ummmm soooo there's been a trend of "Fixing disgusting proshipper art!" On yt that's been gaining WAYYY too much attraction recently. The one I encountered and reported was someone "fixing" William x Elizabeth Afton fanart. Normally I wouldn't care but there was THOUSANDS of comments and likes. This could put artists in danger. I just wanted to spread awareness!

[xanderscollection]

"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"

Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.

[lemony-ink]

I wonder if people who are autistic and have OSDDID are more likely to have introjects because it's so common for singlet autistic people to mimic/mirror others behaviors

[fuxhiguro]

BRAINROT😣 MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT 🖤

-fem!reader, mentions of breeding and bodily autonomy 🩷 just a needy sugu im living for it

sub!geto who’s so needy he can’t help but to disobey and lift your skirt for just the tip.

sub!geto who’s immediately whining and drooling just from the sight of your ass underneath.

sub!geto who clearly can’t help it :( its your fault he’s so hard and won’t help! how dare you treat your pretty boy like that!

sub!geto who gives every inch he has bottoming out inside of you continuously rutting like a pup in heat

sub!geto who starts pleading to cum , to paint your pretty walls and give him a child . after all he deserves it he’s such a good boy.

sub!geto who toys with your breasts as he teeters over the edge of insanity, you just feel so good 😖

sub!geto who cums so hard making his hips stutter while he’s inside with inaudible “thank you’s” and “mommy’s”🥴

neasean™ ~ do not translate, copy, modify, ai remake, or claim any of my work as your own.

[vole-mon-amour]

every time I notice artists' (whose art I adore) notice like, "proshippers don't interact", I feel like I have been slapped in the face and personally insulted. you love my favourite character. I love my favourite character. we might even have the same otp. so what are you afraid of?

I mean, I thought we're all adults here? and can see that fiction is fiction and people get to explore things in fiction without harming anybody? and that's the point of fiction because it's fiction? and as long as it's tagged and can be blacklisted, it's fine? also, I thought we had an understanding on our fav character's personality, because they wouldn't discriminate like that?

(Halsin fucked a chimera. he had sex with Astarion (a vampire, which is against all that druids and nature stand for). he doesn't mind having sex in his bear wildshape. dude is naturally curiois. he doesn't care. he understands.)

gosh. the fandom used to be fun and not so sanitized. you guys are just mean.

upd: this is not about a particular fandom, even though I have a couple examples in mind. I encounter this in every fandom & it's exhausting.

[bringbackbunnymaloney]

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[secretfandomthoughts]

"Ew proshipping stuff!!!"

First of all wtf does that define and second of all MA'AM YOU ARE 21 YOU CANNOT STILL BE SHOCKED BY FANDOM WEIRDNESS 💀💀💀

[lesinquietes]

Summary: It’s your turn to plan a second date. You choose to take him to the beach. As the sun sets and the tide shifts, so do your moods. You’re not the only one who thinks the temptation is torturous.

Note: This will probs be the final part to this series.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ mdni. fluff. katsuki is dominant. possessive behaviour. soft smut.

Previous l

You decide that your second date will be an evening at the beach. You pack a picnic for the two of you, merely telling him that he better arrive hungry. His reply to your demand draws a gasp from your lips.

Katsuki: for what

You bite your lower lip. You want to flirt back. Should you? Being reserved will let him know you’re serious about dating him. Responding too loose might give him the idea that you’re easy. You don’t want to raise his expectations.

You: you’ll see :)

It’s innocent enough.

You meet him at six o’clock. You’re late a few minutes and you hope he doesn’t think you’re standing him up. Imagine, a pro hero as big a deal as Dynamight, getting soft rejected by an ordinary detective. The fangirls would lose their minds.

You park your car and hastily hop out of the driver’s seat. You scurry into the back, grabbing your knapsack, before slamming all doors and locking up tight. Your legs move faster than you can register, and you almost trip. Fortunately, you manage to collect yourself before you make a mockery of yourself. There are other people lingering around the park, having barbecues with family members or enjoying a romantic evening with their love. The last thing you need is to have that humiliation haunting the back of your mind the entire time.

You hustle up the grassy hill. When you get to the top, you scan the sandy plains. You don’t see him. Perhaps he’s running late, too.

The thought crosses you that he might be the one to stand you up. At least if that happens, no one will know but you. The betrayal will be hard, but you know a thing or two about how to cope with heartbreak. Better now than three or six months down the line, right? As your negative self-talk begins to escalate, you’re glad when the sight of him placates you.

He isn’t on the beach. He’s beside it, atop a bluff overlooking the water. You wave at him as you approach. He sees you from a distance and flashes you a salute. Standing in place by the bench, he waits for you to make the entire trek. You call out to him when you draw closer.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

He opens his arms for a hug. Although a little surprised at the gesture, you don’t hesitate to receive his warmth. He pulls you close to his chest and holds you there for a few seconds. Your eyes nearly flutter shut. His cologne smells like woodsmoke, driving your senses up the wall with intrigue. Everything about him is so inviting.

When he releases you, there’s a small smile on your face. You can’t stifle it.

“What’s up?” He prompts you.

“Nothing,” you reply sheepishly. “Just happy to see you.”

Being forward isn’t usually your jam, but with Katsuki, it’s simpler to be honest. He seems to be transparent with you. The least you can do is afford him a modicum of trust. It’s not like he’s done anything for you to question his intentions.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers grasp your chin. You perk up. He’s gazing at you with a soft expression.

“Me too.” He confesses. “Been countin’ down the days. My buddy kept teasin’ me about it.”

Gratitude possess your soul. He told his friends about you. That’s more evidence to denote that he’s serious about this — about you.

He keeps you suspended in his grasp for a few seconds longer. You lick your lips. The tension between you is tight. It’s time he fixes that.

“S’it too early t’ kiss you?”

You shakes your head. Normally, yes; for him, no.

He folds his mouth against yours. The kiss is strong and domineering. He mashes his lips against yours and controls your rhythm. You have no choice but to conform. He doesn’t afford you any option but to obey him. You can’t lie; it makes you rub your thighs together.

When he breaks contact, his chest is rising and falling ferociously, as though he’s holding himself back from moving further. You glance behind you. He follows your gaze. You spy people in the distance, shrouded by trees — that’s it. If he wanted to, he could make his way up your neck, pressing his tongue on your pulse and holding it there are your heart throbs. It’s a shame that he can’t do that yet; he doesn’t have that sort of rapport with you. He settles for staring into your hazy irises.

He brushes his thumb over your lips. You smile beneath the digit. It’s a gesture that causes his heart to leap.

“How the hell d’you always manage t’ look so fuckin’ beautiful?” He mutters, starstruck. “I’m a lucky man.”

Katsuki doesn’t recall the last time he was fascinated by a woman. If he had to guess, it was one of his first girlfriends; though, he suspects that was because of his novelty to love. You’re different. The brand of interest he has in getting to know you is anchored by physical and emotional attraction. It’s not the result of a unique encounter, as much as it’s rooted in how well he receives your compelling nature.

“I-it’s really nice out here!” You exclaim, too shy to continue engaging with his flirtation. “I almost didn’t spot you!”

The hero grunts. He can tell that you’re dismissive of your worth. Whether it’s a trait you developed at a young age or something that was instilled upon you, he doesn’t like it. He’ll have to work on getting you to accept his reality.

“Yeah,” he says, releasing you to rub the back of his neck. “Did’j’ya bring a jacket? Gonna get cold when night falls.”

You nod. You packed a sweater at the bottom of your bag. It’s sweet of him to worry about you.

“Cool. I brought one f’r ya anyway.”

Your heart lights up as you thank him. It’s nice to have someone else looking out for you. It conveys a strong ethic of care on his part.

You shrug off your knapsack and reveal your plan to him. He spies a large quilt and several containers of food. You must have spent all morning preparing this meal. He feels bad he didn’t know to contribute. Next time, he’ll have Rikido teach him how to bake your favourite dessert to perfection, and then present it to you when he masters the recipe. You deserve to be spoiled.

He expands the blanket and sets it on the grassy cliff. You place the Tupperware containers on the fabric, along with their respective utensils. Finally, he produces two plates from your bag. Meal prep is complete.

“This looks fuckin’ amazing.” Katsuki marvel. “Didn’t know you knew how t’ cook.”

You laugh. Whenever you worked with him, you either didn’t find the time to eat or ordered fast food. When your life gets busy, you resort to an unhealthier routine. It’s a bad habit you’re trying to kick.

“Hope you enjoy it!”

He digs in. You watch as he takes some of your meal and plops it into his mouth. He hums approvingly.

“Not bad, princess.”

You beam at him.

“Thanks!”

As you eat, you talk about the days in between seeing each other. Eventually, the conversations shifts to what you want in life — your career goals, your aspirations. He reflects on yours before stating his. You’re fond of his ambition. He mentions being a hothead in his youth. You can’t imagine him being worse than he is today, though he assures you he was. He tells you he used to bully his now best friend. It took him years to come around to the idea that Izuku cares about him, that they’re both worthy of each others’ friendship regardless of past mistakes.

When he finishes his story, he’s gazing out at the ocean. The sun is setting. The waves are getting heavier as they crash against the cliff side. Enchanted, you watch with him as the earth’s cycle alters the ocean’s pattern. He cups your hand as you sit, squeezing it briefly. He doesn’t get to enjoy living in the moment very often. You make him face the present in ways he didn’t think were possible. It feels fresh and fundamental.

When the last of the sun dips beneath the horizon, the silence is killing you. Perhaps it’s your full stomach and satisfaction talking, but you want more of him. You give him a quick kiss on the mouth. He blinks; then, he frowns.

“The fuck was that?”

You smirk.

“A kiss.”

“Nah.” He insists. “Not good enough.”

He snatches your wrist and pulls you close. You land on top of him. He leans back to give you room. You don’t dare mount him; it’s too early for that. Instead, you hover over his body, lips mere centimetres from his. It’s a staring contest.

His hand strokes the length of your back. A shiver courses through you. Your nails dig into his bicep as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs a fistful of your hair and keeps you rooted in place, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with a thirst for unfamiliarity. You let him. He loves how you taste. He can’t get enough.

You moan when he parts from your mouth, chest heaving and head spinning. He’s abducted the air from your lungs. He gives you a moment to stabilize before diving in for more. This time, he pulls you on top of him. You’re nervous that you’ll be too uncomfortable, but he has no qualms about you straddling him.

You press your crotch down on his. He twitches beneath his jeans. You gasp naively, as though you didn’t believe your actions would have consequences. He wants you. Scarily enough, you’re starting to want him, too.

You grind on his package as you kiss him, permitting him to suck and bite your lips, swelling them to his liking. He wishes he could feel your mouth elsewhere, but he’s not so foolish as to suggest such a thing. This is more enough on a second date.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he growls. “Makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

He needs you to know how he’s feeling. His dick is hard and his thoughts are obscured. You have a right to understand the effect your body and mind have on him.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you pant between his fierce onslaught of kisses. “Please, Katsuki.”

He isn’t pressed that he freaked you out. The teenage version of him, who couldn’t comprehend people, let alone women, would have lost his shit. He would have huffed and puffed and externalized his insecurity. Now, he sees past the confusion and accepts your plea for what it is — to see if he can provide safety.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to, princess.” He reassures you, looking you in the eye. “Y’hear me?”

You do — in more ways than one. You trust him to stop if you ask him to. He wants you to rely on him, and he’s trying to prove he’s a good man. You decide to accept his answer at face value.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. This okay?”

He lets you stroke yourself over his pants, occasionally glancing up to ensure no one is creeping. The last thing he wants is another scandal. Sure, you’re his woman — and he’s not ashamed of that — but he doesn’t want your debut to be a picture of you, soaked through your leggings, on display for all of Japan; moreover, something about others getting to witness you, in your rawest form, causes a bolt of fury to rise in his throat. He quells the impulsive anger and pours it into his movements. He helps you get off.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, gripping his bare shoulder with your nails. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Y’like this, sweetheart?” He croons, chuckling when he’s met with a desperate mewl. “Yeah, s’what I thought… keep goin’, baby.”

Vacantly, you ponder how this happened. First, you were enjoying a cute date together; now, you’re wordlessly begging for him in a deeply intimate way, praying he’ll lose control and just fucking slip it in.

But he doesn’t.

Dynamight doesn’t lose control.

You stop when you almost reach your peak. Rubbing your clothed clit along his erection beneath rugged fabric isn’t how you want to cum with him for the first time. Just like sex, you want it to be special. You can’t help but romanticize orgasms.

You yank yourself off him, breaking through his arm slung around your back. You feel him go limp, letting you rise. With his permission, you bolt upright, though don’t get off his lap. Your underwear is damp and you’re panting like a dog. You love how he made you feel. You sense a strong chemistry forming between the two of you — one you’re interested in exploring further. Before you dedicate to that aspiration, however, you have to make sure he’s on the same page.

“I don’t want this just to be sex,” you assert. “So if that’s what you’re looking for, we can’t go any further.”

You already feel yourself growing attached. You recognize the need to preserve yourself from the possibility of pain later. Expressing your needs has never come easy to you, but communication is the only way to make a relationship work.

Katsuki stares at you like you have two heads. He’s dumbfounded. He can’t fathom why you would think he isn’t interested in making you his woman. The only reason he hasn’t made a move yet is because he didn’t want to seem too eager. You’re an independent woman. You deserve to have the breathing room to do your own thing without pressure. But if you want to be tied down, he’s happy to seal the deal.

“You fuckin’ joking?” He growls. “Far as I’m concerned, you were my woman the second I laid eyes on your pretty ass.”

His hands spasm. An overwhelming urge to grab your asscheeks and rub your sweet pussy against his thick cock almost ruins his chances with you. He reigns himself in. He breathes a sigh of relief when you finally climb off him, sensing what your presence was doing to him. He can’t wait until he can do as he pleases with you — within reason, of course.

He sits up and dusts himself off. There’s only one thing on his mind. You can’t fault him; he’s merely a man and he can barely contain his budding lust for you. He’s learning to better admire you with each date. Besides, you make it easy when you wear outfits like that. It’s as though you know what turns him on.

“Interested in comin’ t’ my place next weekend?” The blonde asks boldly. “My shitty roommate’s goin’ away with his girl.”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Want me to bring anything?”

“Maybe an’ overnight bag.” He suggests casually. “If y’want.”

You do — and you will — but he doesn’t have to know that yet. You’re willing to trust him. If he betrays you, it’ll hurt. You’re not sure it’s a healthy relationship unless you’re both willing to make sacrifices and compromises, however; you hope he meets you halfway.

“I’ll text you when I get my work schedule.”

He isn’t phased by your dodge. He has a feeling you’ll show up to his place either a little duffel bag. Just in case, you’ll say adorably, and oh fuck, will he ever put you to work. He grins. Yeah. That thought’ll get him through the week.

“Sounds good.”

Together, you pack everything up. Lids are slapped onto Tupperware containers, and ziplock bags are secured. The quilt is scooped up and folded. When it’s all put away, you dust yourself off and get to your feet. Katsuki follows suit. It’s dark out now. Finding your way back might be a bit harder than anticipated. Fortunately, you have him to protect you. As if on cue, he slips an arm around your waist.

“Ready?” He asks.

You notice he has your knapsack slung lazily over your shoulder. You grab one of his idle hands and nod. You wish you could remain here forever, locked in this moment with him; it’s unfortunate that you have to leave. Mentally, you snap a photo of this moment.

“Let’s go.”

[lemony-ink]

hot take: those "reblog or X will happen in 24 hours" are at best annoying and at worst come across the dash of people prone to paranoia 🤺

[flatlinedgamer]

Just an unfriendly reminder that minors don't belong in adult spaces. We don't want you in our communities. Fuck off.

What prompted this? I make chat bots for role play and I've made a lot of friends in the community. One of those friends got a NSFW request FROM A 14 YEAR OLD. She's deeply uncomfortable and considering not taking requests anymore. That's part of the reason I don't take requests. I write for Call of Duty characters (König, Ghost, Keegan, and Krueger) and I know my chances of getting a request from a minor are higher. Not happening.

[mayvaava]

I’m going to be physically unwell he is such a good kid and he loves his grandpa so much I am going insane