#ok i got carried away

[heyyallitssatan]

Todo fam headcanons

Enji isn’t a dick addition

He didn’t intentionally train any of his to be heroes, he just accepted them as they were

Touya really wanted to be a hero, but when they figured out his quirk didn’t work with his body they had to have a lot of long hard talks, they tried to find a lot of support gear but nothing could completely keep him from burning himself and they didn’t want him to risk his life

He came around to the idea eventually and ended up going to school to become a paramedic

Fuyumi didn’t get parentified and was allowed to explore what she wanted, she ended up loving art and went to an art school before apprenticing under a sculptor and then a tattoo artist, she eventually went back to sculpting and runs her own studio now

Natsuo followed in his big brothers footsteps and went to med school, he’s an er doctor

Shoto loved the skating trips his mom took him on and became a professional/Olympic figure skater and coach

Also, Rei was a snowboarder in this universe because I said so

It should be mentioned, Touya took up rock climbing as a hobby and got really into it

Fuyumi started doing mma as a stress release, she tried to get her siblings into it but it reminded Touya too much of training and the other two never enjoyed fighting

Natsuo feels like he gets plenty of physical activity between the er and his twice weekly workouts, so his hobby is playing video games,

Enji picked up crocheting after rei told him he needed a non stressful hobby to help him relax

Rei I turn felt she also needed a nonstressful hobby, and promptly chose rebuilding old cars because they have more money than god and can certainly afford it

Shoto never really made time for hobbies until fuyumi taught him how to sculpt, now he enjoys making weird little trinkets to give friends and family, and occasionally his competitors

I like to think the show still progresses normally, just with shinsou in 1A instead of shoto

The the reason we find out about the todoroki family is cause bakugou and midoriya both do their internship with Endeavor sanders he gushed about his wife and kids every chance he got

Midoriya thought shoto was the best thing ever and rei tried to set them up

She succeeded and got an adorable little son in law

Fuyumi showed up during bakugous internship with miruko to drop off some food for her wife and he freaked out cause he thinks miruko is so cool and turns out she has a badass wife too, best day ever

Touya meets both of them when he shows up at hawks agency to pick him up for their dinner date, they both lose their shit cause why are so many of them dating heroes

They meet natsuo during his internship/study program with recovery girl

Then they see rei on tv as a pro snowboarder

Now they’re wondering how many todorokis there are cause they just keep showing up everywhere

Then they find out that Touya and fuyumi are both in a heavy metal band, which segways into them finding out all of the todoroki play various instruments, and sports

When they ask how the hell they all know so much and have so many hobbies they just respond that they were homeschooled and rich, this left a lot of time and money to invest in random interests, so they all developed a ton of skills for absolutely no other reason than they got bored

Now Endeavor is number one after allmight retired, and they were competing for that spot beforehand but it was more of a friendly rivalry to encourage them to get better (maybe it started out legit but they both chilled quite a bit as they got older and eventually became friendly, though they kept up the image for the public and because it made them better heroes), but after all might was forced to retire endeavor publicly stated that this wasn’t the way he wanted their rivalry to end, but he would do his best to honour all might memory and carry on his legacy

He also encourages the new number two, his son in law hawks and every other hero to challenge him and make him keep working for his position

Now, this was cleared with hawks beforehand kind of as an announcement of his engagement to Touya, sadly the public misinterpreted that and thought that he was dating his daughter fuyumi, miruko shot that down quick and informed everyone that fuyumi was hers and hawks could fight her for it, all in good fun, and hawks clarified that he appreciates the offer cause fuyumi is great, but he’s very gay and quite in love with her brother

This was great, it was the closest to celebrity drama they’ve ever gotten from the todoroki family and it’s still super wholesome

[thatsnotbuddies]

📚

FLYERS HEIST AU

Instead of hockey, they just go on heists and steal shit. And, like, they're not the greatest at it and things always go laughably awry but somehow they always find a way out at the end.

I swear to god I will find a way to fit every guy into this story. So far I've got:

Danny B as the guy that gives them the targets (a la Charlie of Charlie’s Angels). TK as the guy who can charm info out of strangers (or fight it out of them, either way works). Seeler and Dlo as the muscle (ty Amy for the inspo).

Beezer and Frosty they send out to do scouting or whatever because they can look just Just Some Guys but sometimes Beezer goes wait which guy is our target again? in his earpiece or he and Frosty get way too into a dumb hypothetical argument while they're sitting around (How many ducks would it take to kill a full grown rhino?) and lose track of their target - to the exasperation of the guys in the comms truck.

Rookie task team which has like Tyson Foerster, Bobby Brink, Cam York, Jamie D, Egor Z.

Coots who's a real vet at this heist thing. Nothing the young guys get themselves into surprises him because he's seen it before. He just sighs and goes to bail them out, thinking about how he can't believe he used to get into shit like this with G and Jake and Simmer and– anyway. No time to be nostalgic, half the rookie task team just accidentally locked themselves in the bank safe. Z do not blow it up to get them out.

Laughts is the same. He's been at this for a long time. He knows the city like the back of his hand, every shortcut and every secret passageway. Somehow has connections you wouldn't even think to ask about.

Sanny who got dragged into this because TK showed up at his house and said get in the car I need your help and he's been a part of every heist since.

Tippy idk but there will be a scene where's in a casino looking hot exactly like this:

And I have not forgotten about our beloved goalies I just haven't assigned them something yet.

tl;dr flyers but it's ocean's 8 meets fahc (iykyk) (if u don't, literally don't worry about it)

'explaining the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about' ask

[candyje11yfish]

CALLIE!!!💖💜💙

[keystrokecascade]

teasing your robotgirl gf; starting with opening her case and taking your variable power supply to her sensor wires, overwriting what she feels with a steady buzz, like pins and needles or someone just barely brushing their fingers against them. sticking your fingers in her fans and she whine and starts to overheat without the active cooling. eventually pulling its motor cords so it cant move but can feel everything.

once you get root access the real fun begins. redirecting log output to her monitor so you can see exactly what its thinking and feeling. disabling the speech drivers so she can only produce needy tones and whines. capturing the sensor input in a macro to be replayed whenever you want.

after all, its not like it can climax until you enable that little service again, can it?

[jesuistrestriste]

I also had this idea about dilf era art having his sex tape(s) leaked.. or leaking them on purpose because his career is falling off.

The Christian moms would be clutching their pearls when they hear about THE art donaldson getting his back blown out 💀

His tennis career might be over but maybe he's got a new one with his pretty younger gf and her massive strap

ufff angel ! !

it’s a massive scandal when it leaks on twitter from an anonymous account.

the start of the video is actually pretty tame; and you’d never expect the man in the video to be the wimbledon-winning art donaldson. the first few minutes show a fit, naked man sitting on the edge of a bed with a girl in his lap. his hands on her hips, his cock bobbing in the little space left between them. she’s wearing a lacy black lingerie set, and even though you can’t see their faces—the framing cuts off their heads—you can tell from the wet, depraved noises alone that they’re aggressively making out.

the sloppy kissing turns into the two individuals getting handsy. he reaches up to squeeze her tits over the fabric, and her hands seem to move up behind his neck to tug on the back of his hair. a flash of blond locks can be seen. that’s the first hint of his identity. he moans when she pulls, his abdomen tensing and his length dribbling a sticky glob of arousal from his tip. in the next instant, one of her hands reaches down and starts to palm his tip. he jolts forward and whines, letting out an anguished “hnnghh” as she starts to stroke him.

his breathing gets quicker, the pale skin of his chest growing more and more pink by the second, before his fingers appear to dig into her body and he tenses up. her hand pulls away, effectively edging him. he shudders and wraps his arms around her lower back, pulling her further into his body. “pleasepleaseplease..” he can be heard whispering to begging her.

the tape cuts to black for only a moment before—

…wow.

she’s now got him bent over onto all-fours on the bed, his ass facing her pelvis while she lines up a thick pink dildo that’s attached to a harness she hadn’t been wearing before. his head is still lifted just enough to keep his eyes out of the video, but his jaw and lips and the tip of his nose can be seen. his mouth is hung open in a desperate ‘o’ while he feels her strap prod and begin to push in. it slides into him with little resistance, and she can be heard cooing down to the man below.

“thaaat’s it, baby.. good job.. guess we prepped you enough, huh?”

it’s teasing yet authoritative in nature, and the man just lets out an anguished groan of pure unfiltered pleasure as she positions her hands at his hips and starts to earnestly fuck into him. each roll of her pelvis elicits a sharp moan and whimper, and anyone watching can clearly see his cock drooling onto the sheets helplessly.

suddenly, after only a couple of minutes of this, the woman hikes her leg up onto the bed, bending it at the knee to gain better leverage on the side farthest from the camera, and pushes her hand down into the space between his shoulder blades.

he lets out a surprised whimper, keens, and then falls face-down into the bedding.

and in that moment in the video, every single person watching finally realized who he was.

all of his features are now totally visible. every single one.

art’s face is burning; his eyes rolling back into his head while his brows pinch up in ecstasy. his cheek is pressing into the mattress, his ass still up to meet her movements. he grips the white bedding under his palms and then bites his lip, “ohhh, fuck,” he whines, almost girlish, “fuck me harder, i’m gonna come, baby— ah-haah— i’m so close right now-!”

he’s making noises like a total pornstar; someone fit for the limelight and the mess of it all.

the woman, who can now be assumed to be his (controversially) younger girlfriend, complies with his begging with no more than a low chuckle. she bucks into him faster, and art yelps.

she raises her right hand and brings it down over his ass in a playful slap before she squeezes the flesh. his entire frame jolts and then he squeezes his eyes shut, his back perfectly arched, “.. im gonna come, can i— mgnh- touch myself? can you-or, i c— AH!”

the tennis player’s words get cut off when the girl leans over his back and wraps her hand around his sticky dick hanging heavily between his thighs. she pumps him quickly in time with her thrusts and it takes no more than twenty seconds before he’s trembling all over. and god, it’s a sight to behold.

“i’m gonna come, ‘m gonna come, baby, im gonna come! i’m—“

a strangled curse flies past his lips before he’s squealing and gushing milky strings of his release over her fingers and onto the bed. moans of pleasure turn into sobs of overstimulation as she milks him in her grasp, strong shots of his orgasm blending into pathetic dribbles of whatever’s left inside his balls.

he collapses under her, her strap still filling him, and she tenderly strokes his shaking back with her left hand. art’s gasping for air like he’s been deprived of it for a moment too long, and some of his hair is sticking to his forehead. his eyes open slightly, albeit lidded, and he moans out a slurred “thank you” before the video cuts to an end.

the uproar in its wake is insane.

he’s all over celebrity gossip magazines, and being talked about in raunchy podcasts, and exploited in deep-dive youtube videos. everything. it’s everywhere.

people were talking about him now who hadn’t even thought about him in years.

he was the talk of the town, really.

.. so art doesn’t even feel guilty that he was the one who clicked ‘post’.

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

calm down heart, stop racing! - kim seokjin (cr.)

[qdkdraws]

Guitarspear request!

Could you please do Adam using Lute’s wings like a blanket/pillow?

Thank you so much, I love your work!

Not only a blanket, but also an umbrella :D

[achilles-rage]

Hot Tub: part two

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 3.3k

part 1

A/N: a few people asked for a part two so here it is! I'm still not super comfortable writing smut so hopefully this isn't too bad! i’m thinking of maybe writing another part about how they interact at work too so please let me know if you would like to read that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: lots of pet names, smut, fingering, cunnilingus (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (do not recommend), no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ ONLY

You giggle as Rocker turns towards the patio door, his expression making him look like he’s on a mission.

“Put me down! I’m too heavy!” you squeal, arms tightening around his neck to balance yourself. You feel your stomach flutter, feeling his strong arms holding you, hands tightly gripping the back of your thighs.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I seem to be doing alright, don’t I?” he teases, tightening his grip on your thighs as he walks into the house.

You can’t help but smile widely as you bury your face in his neck, feeling giddy at his words. He looked strong, of course, but using his strength? On you? It causes desire to pool in your lower belly. You look behind you two as he steps walks through his kitchen, noticing the water dripping off of your bodies and onto his hardwood floors.

“Wait, we’re getting your house all wet, shouldn’t we dry off?” you ask softly, loosening your arms around his neck to look into his eyes. As much as you want to be in his bed immediately, you can’t help but feel a little bad about the mess you’re making.

“I don’t care right now. I’ll clean it up later.” he rasps, eyes full of lust as he meets your gaze.

“Okay…but don’t get mad at me when your whole house is wet.” you tease, biting your lip softly.

“Trust me, darling, I would never get mad at you. Besides, you’re worth every inch of water I’ll have to wipe up.” he tells you with a small smile. He tries to match your teasing tone, but dear god, all he wants right now is you under him, screaming his name. 

Once he reaches his room, he throws you on his bed gently, a predatory look on his face as he stares down at you, studying you. After a moment, he crawls on top of you, hands on either side of your head as he hovers above you.

“Such a gentleman.” you whisper, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he moves, lips parted ever so slightly.

“Just for you, sweetheart,” he starts, one hand moving to slowly caress your cheek before moving down, “no one else gets this side of me.” You feel his fingers ghosting over your neck, down to your chest, then down to your stomach. 

You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel his body pressing against yours, his hard length against your lower belly. You let out a shaky breath as you slowly reach for the string of your bikini top, holding eye contact as your breath quickens. Your hand shakes slightly as you slowly pull on the string of your top, self consciousness creeping into you as you watch how intently he’s watching you, how his eyes are staring at your chest hungrily. Your hand hesitates, not quite untying it as you swallow, exhaling softly.

He notices the way you hesitate, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss before moving a hand to cover the hand you were using to untie your top.

“Just lay back for me, sweetheart. Let me do it for you.” he says softly, hoping to ease your nerves. 

You nod as you take your hand away from your top, letting him take over. He undoes your top, slowly pulling it away from your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. You bite your lip as he stares at your chest intently, face getting hot from his attention focused solely on your bare chest. 

He leans down, kissing your neck before slowly trailing kisses down to your collarbones. His lips move down to one of your breasts, slowly bringing your nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it as your breath catches in your throat. As his mouth focuses on one breast, his hand moves up to the other, squeezing gently before slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a whine from your lips.

He chuckles softly, pulling back after a few moments to look at your face, his hand moving from your breast down to your stomach, fingertips tracing your stretch marks. Your breath catches in your throat as he gives your stomach attention, and he feels the way you tense under him slightly, but you don’t pull away.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” he tells you, eyes trailing down to your stomach, groaning softly as he sees the way your soft tummy moves as you take deep breaths.

He starts to move down your body, kissing your stomach as he goes, looking up to meet your eyes as you sit up on your forearms.

“Look at you. So pretty,” he whispers, continuing to kiss your stomach as he reaches a hand out to undo your swim suit bottoms. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” he tells you, smirking as the first string becomes completely untied. 

“I’m just laying here.” you tease softly, trying to calm your nerves, feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the attention he was giving you. You bite your lip as you see his other hand starting to work on your bottom’s other string, heat pooling between your thighs as his eyes scan you, full of desire.

“Doing just as I asked,” he corrects, matching your teasing tone, gently massaging your hip as he speaks before undoing the second string. He slowly pulls your bottoms off of you, leaving you completely exposed to him. “I think you deserve a reward.” he rasps, starting to kiss up your thighs, hands gripping them as you flinch slightly from the feeling of his stubble on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“I already got that in the hot tub.” you tease softly, biting your lip as he moves closer to your core, breath quickening in anticipation as you look down at him.

“That was just an appetizer, sweetheart. I’ve been wanting to taste you for months.” he tells you, eyes darkening as he eyes your core, licking his lips at the sight.

He reaches up, thumb slowly teasing your clit as his eyes dart back up to yours, smirking as you let out a soft moan.

“Can I?” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your inner thighs, looking up at you with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

“Please.” you get out, your hips starting to buck slightly at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive bud, aching with need.

“So polite. My pretty girl,” he teases softly, throwing one leg over his shoulder as one of his fingers pushes into you, curling slowly before he adds a second. You let out a whine, your head dropping back as you revel in the feeling of his fingers inside you. He smirks as he notices how wet you are for him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit as his fingers continue to move in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“So needy,” he whispers as you mewl, squirming under him, “and yet you’re still so polite, so patient.”

He hums as he watches you, head thrown back but still leaning up on your forearms. He removes his fingers and leans down to your heat, the flat of his tongue licking a strip down your folds, groaning as he finally tastes you on his tongue. He continues to tease you with his tongue before moving to your clit, sucking on it gently as a high-pitched whine escapes your throat, dropping onto your back completely.

“So sweet,” he rasps, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue slowly pushing deeper into you, causing you to arch your back. As he continues fucking you with his tongue, he feels your hips start to buck up against him, desperate for more, your hands going to his hair.

He chuckles softly against your core, sending vibrations through you. He grips your hips tighter as you squirm more under him, forcing you to hold still as his lips attach to your clit again.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as his tongue begins to move quicker, pleasure building up in your stomach as he brings you closer to the edge.

He feels your body start to move under him with more urgency, and sensing that you are nearing the edge, he starts lapping at your cunt with increased fervor.

It doesn’t take long before your high is crashing over you, your grip on his hair tightening slightly as you arch your back, letting out a loud moan as your release lands on his tongue.

His pace slows as he helps you ride out your high, lapping up your juices with his tongue, his thumbs slowly tracing circles on your hips as he holds them in place.

He smiles as he pulls away from you, slowly kissing his way up your body again. You grab his face as he comes up, guiding him up to your mouth. You kiss him hard, still breathing heavily, tasting yourself on his lips as he groans softly. He decides then that that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved the feeling of your thick thighs around his head, your taste on his tongue, how your soft body felt under his fingertips. 

As you continue kissing him, your hands trail down his torso, reaching for the strings of his swim shorts. Feeling your hands on his abdomen, he pulls back, standing at the edge of the bed to undo his shorts, letting them fall down his legs as his member springs free. He steps out of them as you sit up, moving to kneel in front of him on the bed, your eyes hooded with lust as you eye his impressive cock, mouth watering.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you begin to kiss his jaw and neck, then slowly make your way down his torso. Before you get too far down, he puts a finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to his, shaking his head slightly before kissing you softly with a hand wrapped around your neck and the other gripping your hip.

You furrow your brows slightly at this, pulling back from the kiss, your hand moving down his chest again.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whisper, biting your lip as you think about taking him into your mouth. He shakes his head again as his thumb ghosts your cheek.

“Next time, sweetheart. Need you now.” he rasps, pushing you back down onto the bed, leaning over you again, one knee sliding up between your legs and hiking one of your thighs up to his waist.

You whimper as he hikes your leg up, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. You look up at him, spreading your legs further as he reaches down, slowly teasing your folds with the head of his cock.

“God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of touching you like you’re a goddamn work of art.” he whispers, which earns him a whine from your lips. You look up at him with hooded eyes, hips bucking slightly as he teases you, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm. 

“Yeah? What exactly have you been dreaming about?” you tease breathlessly, growing desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Having you wrapped around me, clenching around me, cumming on my cock.” he whispers, slowly pushing into you, a satisfied whimper leaving your lips. His head drops to the crook of your neck as you take all of him, pressing a soft kiss to your neck as your grip tightens on his shoulders, getting used to his size. 

Once your grip on his shoulders loosens, he takes this as the okay to move, slowly rocking his hips into yours, loving the way you feel stretched out around him.

He increases his speed as your whines get louder, needier, moaning into your ear as his hips snap into yours.

“Let me hear you, princess. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he whispers into your ear, a hand going down to your thigh, pulling it up higher on his waist, allowing him to get that much deeper.

You let out a loud whimper as you arch your back, nails digging into his back, moaning his name softly.

“Touch me.” you plead, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He chuckles softly at your words, reaching down to tease your clit, groaning as he feels you clench around him, starting to feel close to reaching his climax.

Your brain feels so clouded by him that you’re unable to form words, only able to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. You bite your lip as you feel your high approaching again, your hips beginning to buck up into his again, your leg wrapping around his waist tighter.

“You gonna make a mess for me, pretty girl?” he asks, a cocky expression on his face as he notices you nearing the edge, his thumb moving in quicker circles against your clit.

You nod, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back, your high quickly approaching.

“You’re gonna have to ask. Do you think you can do that? Can my pretty girl ask properly?” he says in an almost degrading tone, fingers leaving your clit to grab your jaw, forcing your eyes open. He loved the way you looked right now, spread open for him and desperate.

“Wanna come on your cock, please. Want you to fill me up, please. Need to feel you.” you mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes as you feel his hips start to move in uneven thrusts.

He groans at your words, the way you’re clenching around him paired with your words sending him over the edge.

You groan as you feel him filling you up, his body tensing as he emptied into you, before he continues to rub your clit faster, causing you to fall over the edge as well.

He groans, face falling back into the crook of your neck as he feels you clench around him, his hips slow as you both come down from your high, both trying to catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, keeping his cock inside of you.

You close your eyes, swallowing as you try to catch your breath, biting your lip as you smile softly at his words.

He stays inside of you for a few moments, pressing soft kisses to your neck, jaw, and face, before he pulls out. You whine softly, feeling empty as you open your eyes, looking up at him as he stands up from the bed.

“Gonna go get something to clean you up,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “be right back.”

He disappears into the bathroom as you lay on his bed, your breath slowing down as you sit back up on your forearms, smiling at him weakly as he walks back into the room with a wet cloth.

He takes a moment to look at you, trying to burn the scene into his head, as if for some reason you were going to tell him that this was just a one time thing. He takes in the fucked out look on your face. The way your chest and tummy are rising and falling as you breathe. Your legs still spread, your mixed releases slowly dripping out of your cunt and onto his sheets.

He smiles softly to himself before moving to gently clean up the cum that had made its way down your thighs, kissing your plush stomach as he moves the cloth over your skin. 

Once he finishes, he throws the cloth to the side, crawling into bed beside you. He lays on his back, urging you to lay your head on his chest, letting one arm wrap around your shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. The other hand moves to your thigh, moving your leg over his, his fingers gently squeezing your thigh as he feels your weight half on top of him.

After a while of enjoying each other's presence; listening to each other's breathing, and feeling one another’s heartbeats, you lift your head to look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

“What happens now? At work?” you whisper, slightly nervous, but desperately trying to hide it. While you knew it wasn’t as easy as just simply telling everyone, you desperately wanted it to happen. Despite you being wrapped in his arms, fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest, there was still a hint of doubt that he wanted anything more than a night with you. You were prepared to follow his lead, whatever it may be.

“Oh, you’re worried the team will find out, huh?” he teases softly, not picking up on the nervousness, your SWAT training coming in handy at this moment. “It can be our little secret.” he whispers, the hand on your thigh moving up to your side, tickling it.

You giggle as he tickles you, swatting his hand away, earning a chuckle from him as he moves his hand back to your thigh. You turn your head away from him, resting your cheek on his chest, smile disappearing from your face slowly.

“Is that what you want?” you whisper, nervousness slipping into your voice, sadness creeping into your eyes as the fear of this being a one time thing grows.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you like you’re my goddamn wife.” he whispers, grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

“Yeah?” you whisper as he forces your chin up, a hopeful look in your eyes. He really does want you. 

“Yeah, but there’s protocols for this. Honestly, I have no idea what to do.” he tells you seriously, feeling your face heat up under his fingers, looking down at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I guess we can’t tell anyone.” you whisper, sadness filling your eyes again as the realization hits you. You wanna be able to be with him without worrying about it, but in your line of work, this kind of thing is definitely against the code of conduct. You weren’t sure what to say. As much as you want to keep seeing him, in whatever way you could, you weren’t sure how much he was willing to sneak around.

“It doesn’t mean we have to stop.” he whispers to you, equally as unsure.

God, he wanted you so bad. In any way you’d let him have you. If you wanted to keep seeing him in secret, and not just for sex, he’d jump at that. He would take anything you allowed him to have.

“Okay,” you reply, a smile growing on your face as you bite your lip. “Do you mean just the sex? Because I’m okay with that, I just wanna know.” you whisper, averting your gaze from his eyes.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as his grip tightens on your chin, forcing you to look back into his eyes, a smirk on his face.

“How can someone so gorgeous be so dense?” he teases softly, squeezing your shoulder, a smirk growing on his face. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want sex, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I just thought-” you whisper, trailing off, your face growing hot as the smile on your face grows.

“Thought what? Baby, I don’t know what else I need to say to prove it to you. You remember me telling you how I’ve been flirting with you for months, right? I meant every word I’ve said, so don’t give me that ‘oh, I just thought’ bullshit.” he tells you, trying to mimic your tone, earning a soft giggle from you.

You rest your cheek on his cheek again, arm around his torso tightening slightly, a wide smile across your face as it sinks in. He wants you. You want each other.

At that moment, work protocol didn’t matter. Because your feelings for each other could not be stopped, and neither of you would stop them, even if you could.

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[wrathofrats]

@divine-misfortune and @forlorn-crows have me held hostage until I speak about this please send help there’s no sunlight in here

Warnings for pretty dubious consent, objectification, degradation, trans rain, mountain is rains servant, mountain also really wants to take advantage of him, you know the vibes

But

I just think prince rain is so spoiled and demanding! He has a loyal team of people to cater to his every whim, and his beloved knight mountain to stand beside him at all times, to guard him and only him. In rains eyes he should be the most important thing in mountains life.

He’s needy, insatiable he’s been called by anyone who gets their hands on him. Think he lays in bed at night with his fingers stuffed deep inside his cunt and makes mountain listen to how wet he is, makes him listen to him whine when he finally cums.

And god I think the first time rain proposes anything of the sort mountain is hesitant. He can’t. Rain leans into him and whispers about how needy he’s been recently and knows mountain listens to him get off at night, it’s his duty to help him. But mountain is his subject, this is his life’s work it would be practically sacrilegious to put his filthy hands on the royalty. But with the way rain is trying to shove his hands under his armor, I think it’s hard to deny him. It’s his job to listen to him after all right?

Mountain patiently stands at his bed and waits for rain to tell him what to do.

“Undress me” rain stands in front of mountain, arms crossed with an almost petulant lilt to his voice. And mountain does as he’s told. Metal armor getting in the way of trying to be as careful as possible pulling rains shirt over his head and pulling down his sleep pants to find no underwear underneath. Rain shivers with the cool touch of the metal on his heated skin, trying to take in even the semblance of a reaction through mountains helmet.

Rain lays down on his bed as mountain starts to remove his armor. The gloves come off first to reveal large hands that rain had honestly forgotten about, if he’s even seen them before.

“Keep the helmet on” mountains a servant and nothing more. Simply a tool for rains use and this was only to remind him of his place. Rains arms stay crossed over his chest as mountain settles onto the bed, as if he’s annoyed with how long mountain took to undress. Long thick fingers fiddling near his thighs still intent on waiting for rains instruction.

“Touch me.” It’s an impatient demand. Mountain places a delicate hand on rains hip, a soft touch in stark contrast to his usual stoic harsh self. Rain gasps as mountain finally enters two fingers into him. It’s much more of a stretch than rains use to as mountain gives him a second to adjust before slowly crooking them in and out of him. Rains arms come away from his chest to grip the sheets, letting mountain properly stare at the way his small tits bounce even as he just fingers him.

“More- mountain give me more- ah!” Rain shouts as mountain finally finds that sweet little bundle of nerves inside of him. His cunts already drooled down his palm and onto the sheets, slowly getting easier to pump in and out of.

“May I?” Mountain asks. His voice is almost shy as it comes out as if he’s still ashamed of what he’s doing but the sharp nod from the prince beneath him melts it right out of him.

He tries to go slow, tries to push inside of rain at a pace that won’t hurt him but rain only squirms and huffs that mountain isn’t going faster. The whiny voice starts to grate on his nerves the longer it’s goes on, demanding, ungrateful.

It’s really no wonder when mountain just manhandles him onto his stomach and pulls those hips high in the air so he can get a good grip on them. Presses him into the bed as he wails and just uses his cunt while rain tries to find some leverage.

“Just a tool, can’t help myself” mountain practically sneers as he leans over him. “Just your stupid tool right? This is all I’m good for remember?

[s4ndg3m]

hear me out on scag x split guys. they both start with "s" it's practically canon.

[gardoodles]

just the two of us.

[nuka-rockit]

well look who's only 5 years late to the funny game

[inc0mple]

Anyone else see a Buddy-fly? 🦋🪻📌

This is an illustrated version of Buddy's outfit from 00takaya00's incredible fanfiction The Hero in Your Story. I will link the chapter it's from down below!

I am so fortunate to be able to beta-read this wonderful fic 💕

Also I'm trying to get KAPT done for tonight, but I've only got about an hour to do so, so I may publish it early tomorrow morning instead. Crazy how MORE free time means I'm LESS productive. Dang weekends.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

A bit more of a fluffy ask than anything

Sanegiyuu discussing wedding stuff, and Sanemi goes "I think you should give me your last name" bcs he hates his last name despite the respect that came with it.

i say yes

Typically, for opposite sex relationships, the husband’s last name is taken. But, whilst discussing their futures, Sanemi points out that both of them are men. Giyuu’s quick to add that they could technically both keep their own last names, but Sanemi intervenes, poking Giyuu’s cheek to quiet him.

“I think you should give me your last name,” he says, resting his elbow on the table and leaning his head on his hand.

Tengen, who was visiting for the main purpose to be an annoyance, pipes up. “So you’re admitting that Tomioka’s the man, between the two of you?” He smirks. Sanemi throws the nearest thing close to him—an empty tea cup. Tengen, the fucking bastard, dodged it easily.

Ignoring their unnecessary banter, Giyuu hums. “You don’t like your last name? I thought you’d keep it…” He trails off, unsure how he was going to finish his sentence.

“Thought you might like the idea of me not being able to call you by your last name anymore,” Sanemi teases, rolling his eyes. Occasionally, when he was annoyed (or just for fun), he’d refer to Giyuu as ‘Tomioka,’ how he’d done in the past. Giyuu was never quite happy about it.

“That’s not-” Giyuu pauses. “Oh. It’s more than that, Sanemi. It’s just, like, Genya- And… I dunno. There’s a lot more to your name.”

Sanemi grows quiet for a moment. Tengen has the mind to not say anything.

“There is a lot,” Sanemi agrees. His tone is distant, and it’s clear his thoughts are elsewhere.

A flicker of understanding passes Tengen and he adds, “well, Tomioka, you could easily have a lot to your name if you let this guy take it as his own, too.”

Giyuu nods slowly, feeling that there was something more to why Tengen was the one who butted in. But he doesn’t question it, instead scooting closer to Sanemi. “So you’d be Tomioka, too?”

Sanemi flashes him a grin. “Sanemi Tomioka, right?” he confirms. “Fuck, I wouldn’t have thought I’d take the same name as the one I used to curse at.”

“Like, to my face, or alone in your room?” Giyuu pesters.

“Both,” Sanemi concedes.

“He was so damn in love,” Tengen grins. “Even when he thought he hated you, he was actually just fighting off the feelings.”

Sanemi shoots him a look. “I’ll just say that my hatred for you runs quite steadily, Uzui.”

“Okay, so, we’re settling on mine?” Giyuu asks, interrupting their arguing.

“Definitely,” Sanemi agrees. “Wouldn’t mind ditching ‘Shinazugawa’. I’ve had it for long enough.”

“Are you just marrying me so you can change your last name?” Giyuu deadpans.

Sanemi snorts. “Oh, yeah, my entire purpose of our relationship was to take your last name. I’ve never cared a moment about you, I just thought ‘Tomioka’ would be a nice replacement,” he huffs, affectionately nudging Giyuu’s shoulder with his own.

“You could say goodbye to me, too, if that was true,” Giyuu says flatly, though a smile plays on his face.

“I just realized how hard it’ll be to get used to this,” Tengen grumbles. “Alright, Shinazugawa, you’ll just be Tomioka. And Tomioka, you can be the pretty Tomioka. Or something. The original, better Tomioka.”

“You are so good at playing favoritism, there is no way you don’t have a favorite wife,” Sanemi grits out.

“I just like Tomioka better than you,” Tengen says, raising his hands in surrender. “Don’t get so bitter about being a boring person. Can’t believe Tomioka’s actually agreeing to marry you.”

Giyuu smiles. “He has his pros and cons.”

“Wouldn’t take a genius to know which column has more,” Tengen mutters. Sanemi stands.

“You little shit—”

[swati-art]

Being the ultimate lifeform doesn't make ends meet yknow

[night-triumphantt]

Hey have a babygirl fhfjfjfkrjrrk

Edit: just an fyi she is not an infamous oc, she’s an original blorbo loll