#tonight i am feral and unhinged

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

yes steve is eddie's subby little babygirl but he is also eddie's bloodthirsty attack dog who will break the fingers of anyone who puts a hand on his people he contains multitudes ok

[kit-williams]

This is Mythical coming at you live from your ask box! You know the horny brain worms have been absolutely squirming so imma request some down bad Roboute Guilliman and his unexpected yet untamed need to breed!

I’m talking full on primal, face down ass up even prone boned breeding. I want the most unhinged breeding session where Guilliman’s beloved will feel it WEEKS afterwards. And of course you just know we gotta have the dirty talk, we need to know who well Guilliman gives it. It’s so good you can’t form even a thought afterwards. Hell he might not even let you get too far from him, he’s gonna stay right where he is and keeping you right where you need to be just to make sure it takes <3

(I’m sending this just so I don’t forget, I also apologize if the brain worms got too feral!)

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@the-californicationist

(Cali this is about one of the Primarchs aka the really big guys)

tw: SMUT; its ovulation time for the homies so its horny

edit: Thank you to @squishyowl for the divider

Uh uh uh is all that could leave your mouth at this point. Your knuckles white as you fisted the bedding tightly to keep you in place. Your face against the bedding as you still couldnt decide if the way your nipples were slightly rubbing against the sheets and other fabrics was enjoyable or not. You could feel his hand in your hair just pulling your head back slightly as you could think as he was now lazily sinking in and out of your cunt.

Guilliman doesn't know what happened... just he saw you with one of the other high ranking women of Ultramar and really there was nothing special about it... you simply were holding a baby. He was certain he was sterile, what use would breeding be for a tool, but then again why give them the parts? Why give them the inklings of desire? Perhaps at some point he would have asked the Emperor but now he doesn't care. But the thought of her holding that baby wouldn't leave his thoughts... it kept drifting in and out... in the background... just a background thought that he would associate akin to one thinking about what was for dinner that night.

But... he wanted her to be holding his baby on her hip. A bright eyed babe with curly hair... he wanted it to be their baby she was bouncing in her lap and cooing at. "You're so tight around me love." He says with a purr in his voice, "And to think you've just been screaming your head off with how I've been handing you." He thrusts in hard eliciting a whimper from you. Watching you arch your back more trying but with him holding your hair keeping you from hiding that blush on your face and breasts. Guilliman leans in whispering, "I am certain the entire Fortress knows I'm fucking you with how you've been screaming with pleasure."

His eyes follow the drool on your bottom lip and moving down your chin. As you just pant and he can't help but grin watching you react as his cock lazily throbs inside of you. Sex did not mean much to Guilliman as he was already fully grown by the time he was old enough to partake in it which scared off many who would try. But he looks at you trembling... swallowing down air... as he could see the way his cock stretched you to almost your limit and he knew how his cum would ooze out of you when he pulled out for the night.

Something about you ovulating made his brain ITCH in a good way. It made him want to be like this... buried to the hilt and fucking you till you were incoherent. If he was feeling selfish enough he would just like tonight. "I'm going to put a baby in you." He says watching you shudder with some form of pleasure. "I'm going to make you so fat with my babies. Oh yes I want to give you multiple." He says lazily lowering his voice to those octaves he knows you like... flexing his vocal cords and swelling his third lung to add that extra oomph and reverberations to his next words, "Watch your breasts leak with milk... watch you rub your swollen belly... truly make you a mother to my Ultramarines."

He listens to you gasp and feels you once more orgasm around the slowly moving cock inside of you. He lets your head drop back down to be face first on the bed. His hips move quickly as he pants himself, "Oh I'm going to make sure it takes! They already know what I do with you! So why not have something to show for all the effort we've put in? Wouldn't you agree my Lady?" All you can do in reply is incoherently moan pushing your hips back like a slut desperate for release. Maybe it was his aura... his presence... just the way he spoke to you... but by the THRONE you wanted this man... this demi god to put a baby in you right now!

You don't know how much longer you two fuck it could have been five more minutes or an hour just you lay there in the blissful afterglow feeling so sweaty, as per usual after having sex with him. You could hear the haptic feedback noise from his dataslate as he was always busy but at least you two had a concession with this... he could do unintrusive things and you got your cuddles and it felt so normal. You nuzzle into his pectoral and you feel his lips on the top of your head... but you could feel it... you didn't know how to explain it but you could just feel his desire still there as if it was a storm brewing in the distance and all it needed was a breeze to suddenly head your way.

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 19: dirty talk | Sirius Black

smut

TW: dirty talking, mention of oral, mention of piv

You walked into the party, knowing that your boyfriend would be waiting for you there. A corset was hugging your breasts tightly, a skimpy black dress underneath it, that was something you usually wouldn’t be wearing, but you figured it would have been nice to change your style up a bit.

Your heels ticked on the floor, you immediately spotted Sirius. He was talking animatedly at the bar with a few friends, not noticing you at first. You stood right behind him, covering his eyes with your manicured hands. You put your mouth right next to his ear, whispering in it. “Guess who?”

He smiled, turning rapidly, his eyes widening. “Woah, baby” He did a double take, a slow grin taking place on his face. You knew that smile, he was definitely planning something. He tapped a hand on his lap. “Take a seat, gorgeous”.

You obeyed. Now that he had you like he wanted, your ass pressing down on his bulge, he continued talking with his friends like nothing happened. His thigh, though, moved ever so subtly, creating a little knot of need into your stomach.

You sighed, melting into his chest, feeling every vibration, each time he laughed you could feel his chest rumble. He was so warm, and he was wearing your favourite cologne, you swore you could be stay like this forever.

After a while, his friends started talking with each other, suddenly his lips were nipping at your ear lobe, his breath in your ear, making you shiver. “Now, darling, you’re squirming like a fish out of water. Is there anything bothering you?”

You sighed. “No, Siri”

“Mh, I see” He kissed the skin right below your ear. “You look good enough to eat tonight, honey. I really, really enjoy this change of style, you know? Makes me feral, makes me want to do unhinged things” Suddenly, his hand was dangerously close to your core, making you gasp. “You always sound so pretty, love” His other hand gripped one of your breasts.

“Sirius, we are in public” You hissed.

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry I’m not going to do anything like that. In fact, I’m not going to touch you” You didn’t know if this was better or worse. “I’m just going to talk to you, see how much you can resist.”

You sighed softly. “Sirius, I don’t think-“

“I wanna taste you so bad, sweetheart. Wanna spend hours between these creamy thighs, until you’re a shaking and whimpering mess, until the only thing left in this pretty brain of yours is my name” You refrained from making any sound, but it was really fucking difficult. You felt your panties clung uncomfortably to your core, making you press your thighs together.

“Would you let me, honey? Would you let me fuck you stupid afterwards? Your knees up on my shoulders, my hand on your clit? Or maybe I could hang some pretty clamps on your nipples, to ground you, you know? I bet you’d like it.” He sucked on a particular spot on your neck. “I bet you’re so fucking wet right now, am I wrong? Should we go check in the bathroom?”

As you were about to say yes, fuck this party, you just wanted to find some relief, Barty materialized behind you. “Hey, love birds, wanna go do some shots and then dance?” You figured Sirius was going to decline, to tell him that you were just going to leave, but the bastard had other plans.

“Yes, let’s go” As you shot him a dirty look, he hugged you from behind, one of his hands snaking on your neck. “If I were you, I would behave. If you do so, and you don’t make me mad, I will consider leaving early. Otherwise, I already have a punishment forming in my mind”

He kissed your neck, and you let him drag you on the dance floor.

[the-boy-who-drank-the-stars]

what if i told you heaven's not a place but a feeling?

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[wheezyseeker99]

Guilty as Sin

Warnings: pining, alcohol consumption (just a little), swearing, smut in many forms aka masturbation (female), oral (female receiving), penetration (fm), and multiple orgasm

18+, MDNI

Summary: based on my interpretation of the song. Also if you can’t tell, I’m obsessed with the way he was as a whole on April 11, 2024.

Anyway, good luck soldiers if you read.

I moved in with my best friend Cam a few months ago. Reason being I wanted to work on the east coast, and he isn’t usually home often. So I take care of the house while he’s on the road, and I get to spend time with him when he is home. It’s a win-win for the both of us.

The longest stretch for when he’s home is when hockey is in its off season, which is supposed to start soon here in Philly. With this losing streak, they are definitely not making playoffs. It’s sad because they really did have a good season up until now.

Tonight Cam has an away game. I decided to stay home since I had to work so now I have the place alone once again. Earlier he sent me a song that reminded him of me, and that made my day so much better. Work has torn me to pieces lately, but today was rougher than others. I’m debating whether I should take a personal day tomorrow just to recuperate.

I’m sitting here putting the finishing touches on graded assignments before the game starts. I’m feeling tense. Sometimes I can’t figure out why I put myself through the torture of teaching children for a living. It’s so hard to do, but in the end, it’s so rewarding. I close my laptop and shove it with the graded assignments into my bag and grab a bottle of wine from the kitchen. It’s a normal occurrence at this point to watch the games with a drink in hand.

Right when I make it back into the living room, I glance up at the tv to see that TK passed the puck to Cam and he scored. I gape at the tv for a second.

My best friend just scored.

I jump up off the couch and shout in excitement. I pull out my phone and pose next to the moment on the screen, sending it to Cam for him to see later. In the heat of the excitement, I sit back down and continue watching the game.

When the first period is over, the score is tied. I think it’s almost safe to say the losing streak is over but I don’t want to jinx it. I finally decide it’s time to eat so I go to the kitchen and make a sandwich. Though, when I walk back I see Cam on the screen doing an intermission interview. I paused my eating mid-bite.

Holy shit. He looks hot as fuck right now.

I stare at him for the rest of the interview, spiraling. This isn’t the first time I thought of Cam in that way. Honestly, it’s always been in the back of my brain, but I don’t have the balls to act on it. Cam has always been the one that’s there for me. He cares about me and he actually listens to me. That’s a rarity for a man. He’s so precious, and I’m not screwing up our friendship because I’m touch starved.

For the rest of the game, I kept thinking of the things that I shoved deep inside my mind. And they all had to do with my best friend. The wine didn’t help with that either. I turned off the game and went to brush my teeth.

Cam probably won’t be home until the middle of the night so I leave a light on for him and trail into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I lay down and the thoughts are back immediately.

Maybe I should get it all out while he’s not here.

My inner voice usually doesn’t say yes to things so easily, but here I am, thinking about throwing my thoughts to the wolves. This is far too unhinged. Is it bad to think about him in this way? I rack my brain until my phone lights up with a message from Cam.

‘That’s my girl’ with a picture of him cheesing at the camera. My eyes trail over the picture, looking everywhere from his bare shoulders to his lips. It’s safe to say that I metaphorically want to jump his bones immediately. Feral as hell.

I plug in my phone and lay it on my bedside table, hoping that he doesn’t notice that I didn’t reply.

It’s helpless to be this way. I slide my shorts off, leaving me in a big tshirt, and lay down again. When I close my eyes, I see Cam. I let out a deep sigh. What if, just this once, I give in to it? No harm in rubbing one out while thinking about my best friend right?

I close my eyes again and trail my hand up my thigh. My fingers aren’t my own, they’re his. His lips messily attacking my own. I’m breathing hard, swirling my fingers around my clit.

Cam. Cam. Cam.

My mind is running wild with all of the things we’ve never did. The way he’d manhandle me sticks to my mind like glue. He’d mark my body as his. I tilt my head back and gasp when I press two fingers into myself, applying pressure to my clit with my thumb. Cam’s calloused fingers would feel so much better than my own. He would curl them in a certain way that would make me melt into the palm of his hand. I feel my body shaking and soon I’m chanting his name while I’m crashing through an orgasm.

When I open my eyes, I notice how labored my breathing is. I take a few minutes to regain my ability to breathe and fell asleep.

…

My dream is starting to feel so real. It’s like Cam is haunting me. He’s laying behind me in bed, sliding his hands against my bare thighs. I feel his lips against the back of my neck. But it’s not real. It can’t be. I keep my eyes closed while I whimper out his name. It really feels like I can feel his breath against the shell of my ear and hear him softly hum.

There are kisses being pressed down my neck onto my shoulder. The scratchiness of his beard scrapes the sensitive skin. I lean into the fantasy, reaching my hand behind me to grab onto his hair, moaning at the way his mouth feels against my skin. It feels soft against my hand. If only this was real.

I roll over and open my eyes, and the world stops. Blue eyes hold my gaze.

“This isn’t real.”

“It is.” He places a kiss on my jaw and then pulls away to look at me. “You called me and I assumed it was a mistake. I kept my airpods in just in case you just wanted company while you slept.” His hand goes back to stroking my thigh. “But then I heard you moaning and calling out my name. Care to comment on that?”

My skin is on fire when he touches me and his eyes are burning into me. I bite my lip, but he lifts his thumb up to set my bottom lip free from my teeth. I let out a deep sigh, trying to control myself. I have to be honest now. I lay onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

“I thought I only plugged in my phone to charge. I didn’t mean to call you. I’m sorry. I just-”

“You’re sorry for what exactly?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d ever find out.” I cover my face with my hands. “I really embarrassed myself and I’m sorry if it’s going to be weird between us now because of what I did.”

He pulls my hands away from my face and holds them. “I’m glad you did it. I’ve been holding back from this for a long time.”

I stared at him, more shocked than I’ve ever been before. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Think about it. Use that pretty brain.” He taps a finger to my forehead. “Was I not just kissing your skin baby?”

Oh wow.

I’m at a loss for words so I nod my head. He nods back at me, smiling broadly. “Exactly. I love you just as much as you love me. So tell me, may I kiss you some more?”

I nod again and press my lips to his. The world fades around us. Cam’s hands come to my hips and lifts me onto him. I’m straddling his lap and I gasp for air when our kiss breaks. I didn’t realize he’s only wearing underwear until now. My hands settle onto his bare shoulders, feeling his hot skin under my touch. This feels like a fantasy. He licks his lips, silently begging for more. There’s a spark in his eyes when he looks at me. He smoothes down my bed head, and tucks a stray hair behind my ear.

“This is what I wanted for so long.” His voice is low and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m sick of sharing you. You’re mine now.”

I gulp and mindlessly nod my head. I’m physically and mentally melting into him. His hands trail up and down my back, like he’s mapping out his territory, until they settle on my ass.

“Come on now baby. Cat got your tongue?” He smirks. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Cam.”

“Mine.” He says through gritted teeth while he smacks my ass. He brings his mouth back to mine. The kisses are growing more urgent and heated, and I grind down onto his lap, needing more friction between my legs. He lets out a strangled groan into my mouth, smacking my ass again.

Cam removes his mouth from mine and moves it to nip at my neck. His beard grazes my skin, making my head tilt back. I moan out his name when he bites down on my pulse point. He reaches a hand between us, feeling my wetness over my underwear while I continue to grind into him.

“Who did this to you baby?”

“You.” I gasp. His fingers pull aside my underwear and press into my clit. I scream out and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck. So pretty.” Two of his fingers circle against my clit until he presses them into me. I rock greedily onto them. “Look at you taking me so good.”

His praise has me clutching onto him for dear life. I have no other coherent thoughts besides him. I’m chanting out his name again for the second time tonight when I slam into the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. He brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them, moaning at the taste of me. My hands drop to the waistband of his boxers. I start tugging them down while I give attention to his chest, lips meeting any piece of his skin I can reach.

Once I freed him from his boxers, he flips me over onto my back and takes off my panties and tshirt, leaving us both stripped down to nothing but skin.

Cam’s gaze shows an expression I’ve never seen him have before. It looks like a look of untamed desire. Kind of animalistic. I want him so bad. He’s back on me in an instant.

Our chests pressed together, mouth attacking mine. His hand lifts my thigh over his hip, sinking into me further. His hips move in long strokes. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts into me at a slow and steady pace. He’s taking his time.

We lose ourselves in each other and forget everything else. The feeling of him on top of me, in me, has me at an intoxicating level of ecstasy. Reality feels so far away, but we’re in it. I try to commit this all to memory until Cam moans into my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip as he lets my lips go. He starts going faster. He takes my hands and holds them above my head while he tucks his face into the crook of my neck. I scream out in bliss. The snapping of his hips blurs my vision and my body is aching to release.

“Please.” I stutter out. I’m too overwhelmed to say anything else. It’s too much.

“Let go baby. I’m-“ his voice breaks and he lets out a guttural moan. His desperate thrusts are starting to stagger when I tip over the edge. His mouth crashes down on mine, muting the whine that’s coming out of his throat. A wave of pure pleasure washes over us as we ride out our climax.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you.” He whispers against my lips. His chest is still heaving while he slides out of me. I’m lying here breathless and mind-numbingly blissed out. He looks down at me like I’m the greatest thing to ever happen to him. He bites his lip when he looks down at the mess we made and quirks a brow at me. “Think I need to clean you up now.”

Cam shuffles down the bed until he’s face to face with my soaked pussy. He swirls a finger around, mixing his cum with mine.

Oh my god.

I throw my head back and moan at how sensitive it feels. I try to squeeze my thighs together but he pries them open and lowers his mouth to taste me. My legs start shaking immediately. I grab onto his hair as he shoves his face further into me, licking every place he can before sucking my clit into his mouth which elicits another breathless scream from me. He chuckles against me but continues his assault. I’m writhing in pleasure until I come apart again, breathing hard as he licks me through my orgasm. My hands fall to the bed and he stands to leave. I whimper but he shushes me, saying he’d be back. Cam comes back with a wash cloth and gently wipes me clean.

After he takes the wash cloth back to the bathroom, he comes back and lays down with me. He pulls me into him, both of us still very naked. I lay my head on his chest and snuggling close. I love this feeling. I lift my chin to rest on his chest and look at his face. He has an arm tucked behind his head and the other plays with my hair.

Cam looks so content. He removes his hand from behind his head and lifts my thigh over him. He traces patterns on my upper thigh. It kind of feels like he’s tracing out the word ‘mine’ on it. I kiss his chest and smile to myself as I lay my head back down. I listen to his heart beat for a moment.

“We’re not just best friends anymore, huh?”

“No baby, we’re not. We’re so much more.”

[fulcrum-art-fox]

The fact they’ve done a twin swap where everyone involved either already knows or will absolutely catch on real quick is fabulous irony and subversion I think. Like, they’ve already done the “mistaken identity” arc, but now we’ll get to see how characters close to each of the twins will interact with the other

Darth Teeth absolutely knows which twin he has, and I for one am very interested to see his interactions with her. Probably he will try and manipulate and or persuade Osha to his way of thinking, especially given how he feels Mae has failed him and the possibility the visions that Osha’s been getting of Mae since episode one may be coming from him, all “he gets in your head, and once he gets in your head he stays there” mind tricky. Add in the possibility that he may know what actually happened sixteen years ago, or another version if it anyway, and it’ll be very interesting to see how that goes

And Sol, who possibly already knows (the gap after “Osha” ie. Mae has no idea who he’s asked about and the incredulous look he gives her are hella suspicious) or, distracted by the deep emotional trauma he has experienced tonight, may possibly have overlooked which twin he’s taken away with him in the moment, he has all the information he needs to quickly identify it’s Mae, starting with their very clear identifying tattoos and ending with Mae’s terrible acting skills, mirroring Osha’s terrible performance when pretending to be Mae. Now we already know Sol has a deep soft spot for Mae, which he had when the girls were children and now with an additional helping of guilt for whatever happened in the sixteen year ago grey area, so it’ll be very interesting seeing how he handles reaching out for (which he will almost inevitably do given his previous attempts and “there’s still good in her attitude) this slightly unhinged feral cat of a young woman who just left her sister to face god knows what on a planet that’s just witnessed a bloodbath

The idea that we may get two accounts of what happened sixteen years ago, one presented to Mae by one of the Jedi she so hates, and one presented to Osha by a man who describes himself as Sith and just murdered several of her peers, is very exciting, especially in a story of unreliable narrators and misunderstandings, the idea of two different narrators, Darth Teeth and Sol, presenting the “truth” through different lenses to persuade each twin to one way or other of thinking or sell a different outcome or present themselves in a different light etc is just so deliciously fascinating to me

[karlachismylife]

I have four fresh asks in my inbox that all bring me immense joy and I wanna give all four quite lengthy answers, so asking for a lil bit of patience from my beautful anons, the brain juice is juicing (is this an appropriate thing to say considering that two out of four are piss-related? i dunno) 🙏🏼 I am once again sleepy for god knows what reason so I came here to ramble sleepily. Surprisingly no unhinged feral thoughts tonight.

Just Karlach, Soap and Ghost. Probably from the anarchist!Karlach au, but far, far down the line, when everything between them is finally resolved and their little weird and unlikely family is together.

Holy shit it somehow became a oneshot.

All The Leaves Are Brown

(Title from "California Dreamin'" by Hi Standard)

Dingy little apartment, messy and a tad bit unlivable, smelling like petrol, paint and cigarette smoke, partially stripped of furniture, half-painted murals on just recently plastered walls, window frames old and frail, letting draft in. It's okay, though, it's not that far into the autumn cold yet, so no need to whip out whatever hermetic paste they decided to try this year.

Just a little bit chilly.

Chilly isn't a problem for them. Not when both Karlach and Soap are living, breathing furnaces, tank tops and matching boxer briefs letting the heat evaporate from the big surface of their naked skin. And there is plenty of heat as they laze about on the old couch, casing coming apart in the most rubbed on places, pillows dipping almost down to the floor, a single spring trying to bite into Karlach's ass as she sits there, Johnny perched on her thick thigh with his hands running up her stomach, the fabric of her loose top bunching up over his wrists.

They're just kissing, slow, sloppy, sensual makeout, puffy and sensitive - they've been going at it for quite some time already - lips catching onto each other. Johnny catches Karlach's lower lip ring between his, tugs carefully, gliding his tongue over the steel piercing and further into her mouth - only for it to be caught by the tiefling, sucked on and melted in the clove aftertaste of the pretentious black-wrapper cigarettes she spoils herself with.

Pulling back a bit, he slurps the excessive drool loudly, as if he was offered a really sweet caramel candy, causing them both to giggle, Karlach's nose wrinkling irresistibly. Johnny kisses those wrinkles with his wet lips, then brushes them against the snake bites piercings at the corners of her mouth, touches her little eyebrow ring and finally presses a soft, barely audible "chu" to her forehead, rendering Karlach completely soft and peaceful, yellow cat eyes fluttering close and her big palms coming to rest on the small of his back, not even noticing that it makes the hem of his tank top ride up just like hers.

"Tryna heat up the place, are ya?" Low chuckle startles them just a little bit - after a certain amount of time you just come to terms with living a literal ghost, able to move silently even when the ancient floorboards of the cheap apartment creak even under cockroaches' tiny little feet. Simon's quiet appearance still elicits simultaneous "fuck"s from his two warm sunshines, and he looks pleased with himself as he detaches himself from the wall he was leaning on for god knows how long. Watching them. Soaking in their love he had to learn to accept.

"Aya, dinnae want ye tae freeze yer auld bones, LT." Soap grins at him, sliding off Karlach's thigh onto the couch that immediately lets out the most pitiful and drawn out plea for mercy a piece of furniture is capable of. Karlach next to him crinkles her nose again and slaps her bare thigh in a more than clear invitation.

"Come on, soldier. We missed you."

Something buried, rotten and probably almost dead flutters in Simon's chest at this simple, fearlessly sincere and thus invincible in its vulnerability admission. He thinks everyone in the room can hear the disgusting sound of raw meat, chopped up and disfigured, fed to the worms and rejected even by them, churning in place of his heart - but neither bright-eyed Johnny with a mischievous smirk on his face, nor visibly excited Karlach with her tail twitching and coiling around nothingness on the floor, seem to be turned off by the gloom and darkness that Simon is.

Even after everything he put them through, they are just as eager to have him, if not more.

He comes closer, big, looming shadow, wrapped in all black from head to toe - from the hood of his skeleton hoodie obscuring his eyes to the socks, probably not a pair since he can't find a single matching one after that one time he let Karlach deal with the laundry. Doesn't matter, though, Simon just needs them to be warm, and that they are.

Autumn is his season, season of wet decay and exposed death, but he still barely handles the cold. Winter will be hard.

Two hands grab him at the same time, a considerable effort put into pulling him onto the couch between two buff bodies. Giving in just for the sake of the pleading puppy eyes, Simon carefully lowers himself onto the poor thing barely holding up - and finds himself in a heatwave.

Karlach and Johnny are searing hot as they wrap themselves around him, muscular thighs thrown over his manspread, one leathery tail coiled under his knee, burly arms holding him down by his waist and chest as if he might wrangle himself free and run away.

He would. Just some months ago, he would. Run away and leave scorched ground behind himself, empty shells and shattered hearts.

His, whole, reborn and red-blooded, gives away everything Simon would like to keep to himself, as it pumps like crazy, sending cold, viscous blood to his skin to get warmed up by the external heat of his lovers and come back as red surf washing over the internal organs.

"Should've come to us sooner, mate, you're freezing," rings Karlach's genuine worry in his ear. Booming voice that used to bring some deep-rooted hate from within muffled as Simon watches her grab his hand and shove it under her tank top generously. Her chest is burning hot, like he dipped his hand into boiling water after holding it in ice.

"Stubborn bastart." Soap grumbles into his other ear, lifting Simon's second palm and pressing hot kisses to his scarred knuckles. Black hoodie starts to get hot. "Hiding from us won't fly, LT."

Karlach's fat scar glides under his fingers - she leans closer, careful with her remaining horn, and Ghost half expects her to kiss him like she was kissing Johnny - hungrily and sensually, but instead he gets a soft nose brush and a peck onto the little bump with a scar he has after breaking it how many times.

"Why so shy all of a sudden, lass?" It's a weak attempt to regain control, and Karlach has no one control her. She shushes him with a quick peck to his mangled lips. Then on his cheek. His temple. Split eyebrow. Corner of his eyes.

"Just taking my time to look at you, soldier. And I like what I see." Her smile is blindingly bright and genuine. Simon's ears feel hot - he can't believe he would blush from a single compliment.

Turns out, it's just Johnny breathing open-mouthed breaths onto the tips of his ears to warm him up. Caught in broad daylight, he just snorts with a grin and latches onto Simon's neck, bringing out the shivers. Now that his hand is free from distracted Johnny, Ghost can bury his fingers in the outgrown mohawk and pull, earning an immediate moan and a more eager bite to the neck from his predictable mutt.

"Wanna take this off? We'll keep you warm, Si," Karlach's impatience is too obvious - in the way her tail squeezes his knee tighter and her fingers tug on the hem of the hoodie, urging Ghost to get rid of it.

The thought of shedding his thick cotton hide is cold. But when he does pull it off with a casual tug somewhere behind his scruff and over his head, Simon doesn't even get a chance to shudder, two living heaters plastering themselves over his both sides.

Slowly, without much coordination and with apologetic giggle from Karlach at the sound of suffering furniture, they all lean onto the back of the couch and pull their legs from the floor, tangling them and her tail together.

"Ye good?" Johnny tucks his head into the crook of Ghost's neck, his hot, wet breath hitting his pale collarbone peeking from the T-shirt's collar.

"I'll fix the windows tomorrow, don't worry, soldier. Someone from the commune brought good stuff from the city and promised to share." Simon frees his hand from Karlach's tank top and wraps it around her shoulders, scratching at the base of her broken horn absentmindedly. He would've refused help from her people proudly not so long ago. Nothing he needs from the scum like them.

But that scum is family now. And the windows need fixing. And finally someone is doing or for him, not waiting until he deals with all his problems himself.

Karlach's heart can't beat too fast nowadays, but her ears still twitch and her eyelashes flutter when he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"S'alright, love. I'm already plenty warm."

[ststsgsg]

Hello!! Per this post, I am here to be characteristically longwinded and recommend my all time favorite stsg fics bc these two make me wanna commit seppuku and I go feral every time I think about them okay here we go

tentacles coveted, but sadly not present by Aamalysstuff

I've written a very long, very unhinged bookmark note on Ao3 about how much I love this fic. It's always hard to pick a favorite, but this one takes the cake as my #1, without a doubt. In short, the author understands stsg like no other and depicts Satoru's inability to let Suguru go SO well. It's technically smut, but like... nowhere near the reason I adore this so much. If I could marry this fic, I would.

Kaleidoscope by Pandamonio

Satosugu meets soulmatism & reincarnation & classics lit & greek mythology. So, so poetic and tragic and beautiful. Another one that I think about all the time (and have been meaning to give a reread). The author's writing style is so poetic and literary, my bread and butter. So good.

Some honorable mentions bc I have no idea what the character limit is for asks jdhfgjh:

once we have sufficiently tortured one another by irrevenance

tomorrows, and tomorrows by GibbousLunation

when it's over, you're the start (you're my head, you're my heart) AND you are my eyes, i don’t need them tonight (cut ‘em out, cut ‘em out) by soitiswritten (I cried at the end of you are my eyes, so. Do with that what you will!)

Okay, shutting up now. I hope you enjoy!

thank you so much so much so much !!!!! :DDDD !!!!!!!!!!! these all sound amazingggg i‘ll go check em out!!! :DD !!!!!!!!!!

[kei-luv]

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐍: 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

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[Name]: Something tells me Ran's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Ran, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Rindou isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

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[Name], cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Hanma, standing in front of [Name]: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen* [Name], crying: Please...stop...

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[Name]: Here you go, Draken, a nice hot cup of coffee! Draken: It's cold. [Name]: A nice cup of coffee. [Draken]: It's horrible! [Name]: Cup of coffee. Draken: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. [Name]: C U P.

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[Name]: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Mikey: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

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[Name]: I have a new hoodie. Hanma: Wrong. Hanma: We have a new hoodie.

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Takemichi: Even [Name] and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich. [Name]: I mistook him for a garbage can.

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Takemichi: Can we go out to get ice cream? Chifuyu: Did you ask [LastName]-san? Takemichi: They said no. Chifuyu: Then why did you ask me? Takemichi: They're not the boss of you. Chifuyu, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Ran: Are you busy? [Name]: No. Ran: Want to do something? [Name]: Why would you try to ruin this for me?

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Kisaki: What are your three best qualities? [Name]: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

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[Name]: You’re an idiot. Hanma: That’s the charm.

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Baji: That shirt looks great, [Name]. [Name]: Thanks. Baji: But I bet it would look even better on Kazutora's floor. Kazutora: Are you hitting on [Name]... for me?

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[Name]: I fell— Hanma: From heaven? [Name]: No, I literally fell— Hanma: In love with me the moment you saw me? [Name]: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Hanma: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

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Name: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? Mitsuya: Aww- [Name]: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

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[Name]: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Draken: Aren't you forgetting something? [Name]: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Draken's forehead before running out.* Draken: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Mikey: Fuck you. [Name]: No u. Mikey: I'm down. [Name]: You're like 2, what the fuck- Mikey: I AM NOT 2!

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Mitsuya: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. [Name]: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Mitsuya, already taking off his clothes: God, Name, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Hanma: This date is boring! [Name]: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Hanma: Then why did you invite me? [Name]: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you [Name] I'll do whatever I want!"

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Hanma: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than driving people insane buying heart-shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- [Name]: I wrote you a poem. Hanma, already crying: You did?

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Hanma: Pfft, you should meet [Name], they're such a tsundere. Kazutora: They... they just stabbed you. Hanma: So cute.

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[Name]: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Kazutora: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. [Name]: ... [Name]: You mean ring bearER, right? Kazutora: ... [Name]: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Kazutora: We both look very handsome tonight. [Name]: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Kazutora: I couldn't take that chance.

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[Name]: Are we fighting or flirting? Draken: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- [Name]: Your point?

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Rindou: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... [Name]: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Rindou: Holy moly-

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[Name]: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Sanzu: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. [Name]: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Sanzu: Is it working?

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Rindou: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? [Name]: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Ran, scoffing: Oh, please. [Name], to Ran: Hey, how you doin’? Ran: *giggles and blushes*

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Rindou: Truth or dare? Ran: Dare. Rindou: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Ran: Hey [Random]? [Random], blushing: Yeah? Ran: Can you move? I'm trying to get to [Name].

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Sanzu: What’s the announcement, Rindou? Rindou: It’s a lecture. [Name]’s gonna tell us everything they know about sex. Ran: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds.

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Inui: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Koko: Well [Name] and I- [Name]: *elbows Koko* Koko: ...wouldn't know.

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[Name]: If you want my advice- Inui: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times. [Name]: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me. Koko: It’s true. It was a mutually attempted murder.

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Mikey: Talk dirty to me~ [Name]: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. Mikey: Wha- [Name]: The economy is in shambles.

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[Name]: How do I tell Draken that I want him to yell at me like he's Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

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Draken: Come on, Mikey. Nobody actually believes that [Name] is in love with me. Mikey, to Toman: Raise your hand if you think that [Name] is helplessly in love with Ken-chin. *Everyone raises their hand* Draken: [Name], put your hand down.

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Kakucho: How the hell did you crash the car?! [Name]: So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight. [Name]: I was like "Woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident. Kakucho: ... Izana, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

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[Name]: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Izana: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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[Name]: sapnu puaS. Kakucho: What?? Izana: What language is that. [Name]: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *[Name] was removed from the groupchat*

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*[Name] and Kakucho are in Paris.* [Name]: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? Kakucho: But... [Name]: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... Kakucho: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? [Name]: Yeah. Kakucho: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. [Name]: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Kakucho: Okay, alright.

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𝐀𝐍: 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023

[turnthepagevn]

I am also insane over feral librarian thoughts btw bc Robin makes me want to commit several violations of universal laws just for one chance to see him lose it properly

Well, far be it from me to deny you an unhinged, feral Robin.

In hindsight, being bratty when Robin was already irritated after the day he'd dealt with may not have been the brightest idea. He'd even warned you in that gentle way of his that he wasn't really in the mood for your shenanigans, but you just had to push him.

That was how you'd ended up practically slammed into one of the shelves in the library once the doors had been locked for the night, the tall, lanky man towering over you, his unnatural eyes piercing into your soul.

"The safe word is 'euclidean.' I'm giving you five minutes. I suggest you make use of that before I catch you and make use of you."

Now you're trying to move swiftly and silently through the darkened stacks, but they all seem unfamiliar in the gloom, and you're certain you feel the shadows grabbing at you. You round a corner, and you hear a low, humorless chuckle that seems to bounce around you. You whirl around, ready to try to push Robin away, but to your surprise, no one is there.

You realize too late that he's toying with you; you never had a chance at winning his little game, but you break into a sprint regardless, something deep inside of you screaming at you to run and hide. Find the front desk; he'd never check there, right?

You think that, but before you can take another step, something catches your ankle and yanks, sending you careening to the floor.

You never make impact.

Instead, Robin holds you by the waist, regarding you almost coldly before carelessly pushing you against a shelf. Heat radiates from his body, and his scent seems to fill your mind. You try to lean into him, but he holds you firmly against the bookshelf.

"And here I thought I told you to make good use of that time. Is this how my generosity is rewarded? One might think you wanted me to catch you."

You squirm against his hold, defiant, but you feel something wrap around your arms and legs, immobilizing you, and it occurs to you that there's a faint, sickly green glow coming from whatever it is that has you bound.

"I was hoping to have a nice, quiet night with you tonight. Today was quite trying, you know," he says conversationally as he trails those long fingers of his down your spine.

"But you decided to misbehave, even after I warned you."

You let out a yelp as he leans forward suddenly and sinks those sharp teeth of his into your shoulder. You're pretty sure he just drew blood, and part of you wants to yell at him for it, but you also can't help but find it distinctly arousing, a fact that Robin seems to clue into as his fingers travel down your side and slip below your pants, teasing at you in a way that is surprisingly gentle in spite of how he's been manhandling you like a ragdoll.

"How cute, you're suddenly all good behavior for me. Too late, though, darling. I told you."

He nips teasingly at your neck as he brings a hand down on your ass, the crack echoing in your ears. He gently rubs where he smacked, before drawing his hand back to repeat the motion. You feel your clothes being pulled away, and something slides itself around your throat before squeezing just enough to make you feel hazy and lightheaded. His fingers find their way into your mouth, and you feel him grin wickedly against your skin before he speaks again.

"I'll be making good use of you tonight."

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Fuck yeah, demon Dabi!

I really like that he got adopted by a community willing to take care of him. I believe that people will always seek out community and I just adore this detail here. The fact that they find a starving child and take him in.

On another note, seeing a feral Dabi would be pretty hot, actually.

Oh, Dabi. He's starving himself for other's approval. He's hurting himself again. And sure, it's different, but is it really? He's hurting himself to prove that he is strong, that he should be taken seriously. My boy :(

"There's [describes how all of the LoV are very unhinged] and Magne" I love this line.

And the found family starts! Shigaraki doesn't want any of his crew to be in less than the best shape they could be in. I really like how you write him as a good boss.

He booked a room at La Venus. Yeah, I'm sure that won't lead to him running into Shigaraki at all. Totally.

And the lingerie shows up! Also, Dabi keeping money tucked away in all of your stories for worst-case scenarios is really nice. Especially since he uses them to help the League after AfO is arrested. It just adds to his character nicely, I think.

Ooooh, flustered Shig! We don't get to see that often. Also, uncomfortable conversation for the win when Shigaraki is very much attracted to Dabi and knows that Dabi can smell it. Lol.

"He isn't supposed to be nice, or god forbid, understanding." Dabi. Dabi, have you ever thought about the fact that you had to deal with the literal scum of society for so long that you have gotten used to being treated as less than human? Because Shig is treating you like a human (well, demon) right now and that is actually the bare minimum. Oh boy.

Dabi is jealous~

That other succubus obviously noticed how interested Shig is in Dabi and felt threatened because they have slept with him before (probably more than once?). Also, the fact that Shig is not at all interested in them while being very much interested in Dabi is amusing.

Shigaraki: "I am going to be professional about this and give Dabi some space so my presence won't make him uncomfortable." Dabi: "You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

I wonder if Shig had the scent blockers installed before or after he met Dabi for the first time? Was it just a general idea to use scent blockers in his villain costume as to not get tracked down or did Giran tell him one of the people who want to get in contact is a Succubus and Shig tried to make sure Dabi won't be uncomfortable?

"What if I want to eat you tonight?" "What are your rates?" Shigaraki you are such a simp. "More than worth triple." Oh, do you also want to offer him your still-beating heart on a golden plate? Simp.

Of course Shigaraki would find a way to be sweet even high on venom. He would never want to hurt Dabi by accident.

I really enjoy how you write oral. I think those are some of my favourite fics from you.

Last third of the fic and things are going downhill fast. I'm guessing Dabi only managed to last two months because he was eating so regularly before. Oh, I wonder if the fact that he can't get his fill from anyone else has to do woth the fact that he called Shigaraki his mate? Nah, couldn't be it. Haha, immediately got confirmation for that one.

Okay, but that venom-turned-to-gas attack is cool as fuck. Also, Compress immediately asking to turn taht into marbles just shows how the League is used to having Dabi around. Compress is practical when it comes to stuff like this, he won't judge Dabi when this can be used to give them an advantage (not that he would judge Dabi otherwise, either).

The fact that Dabi has managed to go hungry for this long without going feral really speaks for his self control. I don't remember if you ever answered this, but do demons typically have quirks in this universe? What is the PLFs stance on succubi?

Oh, oh poor Dabi. He was hungry for so long and he tried so hard and he held on for so long. It's no surprise he's slipping. Though taking a chunk out of an already injured Shigaraki does seem counterproductive. Also, that injury is going to be difficult to explain. Especially if there are succubi around, or people who know enough about succubi to know about them going feral.

The abandonment issues are hitting hard again, aren't they? And Shigaraki is such a simp. He had Dabi take a bite out of him and all he can focus on is that Dabi was hurting.

Well, that's a twist. Interesting though! Also, the fact that Shigaraki just immediately ignores everything else to make Dabi feel good. My guy, you are missing part of your shoulder.

Ah, that was a sweet ending. Well, as sweet as you can get with these two. I wonder how the rest of the League reacted? They definitely noticed that Dabi was oit of it for a long time. And I imagine they took the time to read up on succubi, at least on the basics. Did they know he was starving?

Also, an immortal Shigaraki is terrifying, actually. Once heroes find out how he did that, I'm pretty sure they will use the fact that he "owns" Dabi to turn the public even more against him.

Thank you for the story!

Fuck yeah! A long comment!!

Dabi's daddy issues really take a backseat in this one, but they are absolutely still here being a driving force behind his actions in a way I don't even think he's capable of recognizing.

I truly believe that Magne is the most normal member of the League. Oh, she has 47 attempted murders and a temper? Yeah? So what? I would too if i had to deal with transphobia that far into the future while an anthropomorphic washing machine got to run around being one of the top heroes!

Shigaraki has definitely slept with Reo at least twice, however, even if he hadn't slept with Dabi that night, he never would have taken them to bed again. He does not like that Reo tried to stake their claim over him when as far as he was concerned, anything that happened before was just a transaction.

The scent blockers were a part of his costume since his debut! When there are heroes like Hound Dog, it's important to keep things like that covered. But Shigaraki didn't know they were just as effective on demons which is why he said he would be reporting that back to the doctor.

READ HIM FOR FILTH! Look, Shigaraki is so blunt already that I just think if he ever cared enough about something other than his goals, be that another person or just sex flat out, he would be incredibly blunt, earnest, and cringe about pursuing that as well. He does not have a subtle bone in his body.

So in this universe, full-blooded demons do not have quirks, but they do have innate magics and abilities that can sometimes mimic what humans think of as quirks and that can help them stand toe-to-toe with humans even after their evolution. I never had a good chance to bring this up in the Incubus!Shigaraki story, but in the first installment Dabi mentions that he told the rest of the League Decay was a mutation of his ability to eat lifeforce, however Shigaraki was not aware at that time, that was a lie. In actuality, he was born human with demonic blood in his ancestry, and when Decay activated as a child, he was scooped up by AFO who then had Ujiko do a lot of medical experimentation on him until the demon genes activated. From there they waited for him to hit puberty, knowing his memories would be fucked up and gaslighting him the entire time to make sure he thought he was a born demon, to see what kind he would end up being. The fact he ended up being something as weak and low-born as an incubus is why AFO treated him so poorly and encouraged him to starve/feed only on nightmares, since he had already put so much effort into Shigaraki and didn't want to waste him. The fact that Dabi very openly and blatantly has a quirk signals to the world he was human first.

The PLF is a very large organization so it would range from "not racist at all" to "extremely racist" concerning Dabi's and (to a lesser degree) Toga's heritage. In general, given his position in the organization, Dabi would not have to deal with the particularly racist members-- except Geten who, after the incident in Deika, and with his own family's obsession with 'blood purity' would be thoroughly disgusted by Dabi. He would still ask to be put on a squad with the popsicle though, because Dabi is used to that kind of treatment and he wants to keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn't' ever try to start something.

Shigaraki continues to be a simp, but the fact that he ignored the bite and just kept fucking Dabi is 100% down to the venom. He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to at that point, and he was just glad that Dabi didn't tear out a vein or artery.

The rest of the League would know they're dating, and kind of had their big reaction to that before the group headed to Deika, but no one else would be able to tell that Shigaraki owns Dabi now unless they tell them, or until it becomes very obvious that Shigaraki is not aging anymore, which he might actually continue to do until he's around 25 or so if the bond determines that's when he would be at his most physically healthy. Overall, I think that they would be happy for them, but be very confused about how in the fuck that works, because the succubi-granted immortality is a very well-kept secret in demon circles to avoid succubi being enslaved again.

So on that same note, the heroes would have no way of knowing what was going on between the two of them for a very, very long time. Especially if Shigaraki does naturally unlock the regeneration quirk of All For One, which would make the longevity Dabi is giving him and his healing look like one and the same. They would also have a theoretical eternity to do what they need to, even if Dabi has already decided he's not going to kill himself to kill Endeavor anymore. Now he gets to take the time and plan for a new revenge. (I'm thinking fighting Shoto and forcing him to use his flames until he accidentally turns into a demon too and forcing Enji to see his perfect prodigy is now a demonic race the whole world looks down on)

Thank you for the comment!

[pinetreevillain]

I am so sorry I found your Timothy "Friends Like These" comic tonight at 8 pm and went so feral over it that I've been essentially scrolling through your entire blog for 6 hours now reblogging your content like a woman possessed 😖💫 what can I say you have impeccable taste

Also I'm literally obsessed with your use of line and color, it's like so unhinged but in a way that makes me want to eat styrofoam and then go into a creativity inspired feuge state where I come out of it with like 20 new experimental drawings ❤️‍🔥🤸‍♂️🤪👏

JAJKSKCKS THANK YOU THIS IS VERY HIGH PRAISE. I’M GLAD YOU COULD ENJOY FRIENDS LIKE THESE KSKS

[yourleastfavoriteguyinthechairr]

incorrect rottmnt tumblr family quotes

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@pommigranite: How did you even get in here?  @redak-ted: your window! Or, as I like to call it, "@redak-ted’s door"!  @pommigranite: I’m closing the window.

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@redak-ted: You’re alive.  me: No need to sound so disappointed.

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me: Are you ever going to listen to me?  @redak-ted: Yes. Absolutely.  me: When?  @redak-ted: When you're right.

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@redak-ted: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.  @thisrottmnt: Oh, you’ve been?  @redak-ted: Once. In Monopoly.

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@bucket-of-nickels: You're violent.  me: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

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me: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.  @zeepziesdiary: You and me!  me: *tearing up* Ok.

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@kittenartz: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.  @kittenartz: And I started thinking.  @kittenartz: Like, it was just trying to get food.  @kittenartz: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?  @bucket-of-nickels: Are you ok?

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@redak-ted: I lost chair (me).  @kittenartz: How did you LOSE chair?!  @redak-ted: To be fair, they are very small.

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@irishhooters: Guys where did @redak-ted go?  me: They got arrested.  @irishhooters: How the hell-  @redak-ted: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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@zeepziesdiary: Something tells me chair’s going to be a bit more unhinged today...  me (chair), holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, @pommigranite and @leosmasktails aren’t home to stop me, I'm going feral

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@a--random--person: Are you having another depressive episode?  me: A depressive episode?  me: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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@redak-ted: kitten is off at an appointment, so while they’re gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off all of my shirts.  @zeepziesdiary: Why?  @redak-ted: They’re like 90% of my impulse control.

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me: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.  @redak-ted: But are you shuffling?  me: Everyday.  @thisrottmnt: What language are you two speaking??

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@zeepziesdiary: *gets a text* Oh! It’s chair.  @redak-ted, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?  @zeepziesdiary: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.  @redak-ted: Wow! Where’d chair find 12 gallons of fake blood?  @zeepziesdiary: …You wanted fake blood?  @redak-ted:  @zeepziesdiary: I’ll go call chair.

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@pommigranite: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out chair's birthday invitations.  @zeepziesdiary: Well, what are they supposed to say?  @pommigranite: "chair's birthday".  @zeepziesdiary: So, what do they say instead?  @pommigranite: "chair’s bi".  @zeepziesdiary:  @zeepziesdiary: Works out either way.

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@pommigranite: *Locks person 4 in the car* Act like a child, get treated like a child.  me (or @redak-ted): What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

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[tavina-writes]

one of my most favorite things in all the world when writing is when people's address of each other change over time. For example:

The way that Ningning moves from 'Zewu-jun' to 'Lan Huan' IN THE NARRATION makes me both feral and insane. (especially because in this fic LXC himself refers to "Lan Huan" as the most frail and breakable parts of himself.)

"Lan Huan looks grim tonight," Madam Lan says, after placing her stone on the board. "And distracted as well, for he has not been playing well for some nights now."  It is still summer, so it cannot entirely be the events of Guanyin Temple wearing on his mind. After all, typically Sect Leader Lan only started to look too grim about the events of Guanyin Temple after it started to grow cool in the evenings instead of hot and muggy, and even that came and went, some years heavier, some years lighter.  Whatever new trouble plagued him that he had yet to speak of with his wife is a new matter then.  "Lan Huan feels besieged by outside troubles," Zewu-jun sighs, staring at the board. "And thus cannot help but feel grim." 

Like, they have two completely different impressions of "Lan Huan" here. (something something else about the parallel quality of having gone from "Da-niangzi" to "Niangzi" to "Ningning" from LXC's perspective.)

He considers what she has told him slowly, their hands still linked despite there being no real purpose to it. "Ningning," he says, after he has finished thinking. "I would never willingly put myself in true danger." Not if it meant leaving you behind.  She knows this, but her worry is not encompassed in this. "I know." She appreciates his efforts nonetheless, for they are not made without sacrifice on his part. "Lan Huan, I am not worried about what will happen to me. I am worried about what will happen to you." I am worried about what will happen to you, because I care about you. Do you understand? He stills, for the space of a breath. "I will do my best to honor your faith in me." I understand.  They do not often talk about these things, because she has never learned to be direct about it, even now, years after she has left home. When she was younger she had never dreamed of love and certainly never spoke of it with anything more than passing curiosity, like a dragonfly glancing off the surface of a lake, knowing full well that if it was ever submerged it would drown (even if, in the beginning, it'd lived in that very water until it grew wings and learned to fly).  Her inability to speak of it hurt him in some ways, and she has tried, in recent years, to be better at it, though it did not come naturally to her.  Today, perhaps, she has managed to say so inadvertently, without weighing too much that it became old and stale. Today, perhaps, she has surprised him. 

Like there is something about this that makes me so ferally unhinged.

[honeekyuu]

hey this is the shy anon from the other day that read through your ao3 and i just wanted to stop in and say to take your time and don’t let these anons get to you. i know you’ve been writing on your ao3 for a while now but your tumblr is literally brand new and i’m honestly at a loss for words that you’re already getting rude anons and people pressuring you to post more.

you seem like a really busy gal and i’d hate for demands like that to burn you out. you’re doing amazing and don’t let anybody be an asshole to you. post what you want when you want/can, i’ve seen far too many people give up on fandom because they feel like they have to constantly churn out content to the detriment of their creativity and passion. you’re so talented and based on the frequency with which you’ve been writing in the last few months it seems like you have a fire in your soul for haikyuu. i hate seeing it taken for granted and i just wanted to let you know you have support in doing whatever the fuck it is you want.

(feel no obligation to reply to this, just wanted to offer some support after seeing such atrocious fandom etiquette literal days into the life of this blog)

wow, i really dont know what to say--

i saw this as soon as you sent it in, but i was honestly super shocked that id gotten it, so ive just been sitting here thinking ab it.

it means probably more than you realize that you sent something so kind. i've been writing for a long long time now (both here on a different blog and on ao3), and it's true that i am very busy, because unfortunately being a phd student and running experiments and spending all my time running back and forth between my advisors and conferences and the lab means i have a schedule thats not really a schedule, and i can never really say when or what im going to be inspired enough to write, enough that i can pull myself out of daily burnout. i experience writing droughts often, sometimes lasting up to a year before i feel the urge to sit down with a doc again. and i have a LOT of half-written fics that have never seen the light of day, which i plan to get back to eventually but which, in reality, may never get finished.

ive gotten so much love and support over the years, and it's brought me back to writing every time. i love haikyuu with my soul, and i think about my fics almost every day because i feel a burning need to write them. if not for anyone else, then just for me.

but this blog is brand new, so, even though that anon i received definitely tops the list of unfriendly comments ive gotten over the many years of writing, i wanted to be as kind and accommodating as possible. because i dont want people to think im ungrateful and will ignore criticism, because no one likes those kinds of writers. but i am also a person, and writing is hard, so i think i will continue to do things my way.

my writing style is this, for anyone who'd like to know: i am erratic, and i dont have an upload schedule, because i cant realistically manage one. i have periods of inactivity, because life is hard, and i have periods of hyperactivity, because i love this fandom and the way that haikyuu makes me feel in a life that's full of terrible feelings. this may annoy some people, and i can understand that. but i cant force myself to write if im not in a place to write, and i cant force myself to stick to one fic at a time, because then it'll be clear that it's been forced.

im extremely annoying and unhinged and feral and i will talk about several different fics and smaus and text threads and headcanons all within the same breath. but i will always write what i love, so if you'd like to see work that is well-loved, feel free to stick around.

thank you very much to everyone whos been so kind in my inbox tonight, and i hope to see you all tomorrow <3

[jamiegeode]

hello and hi

Incorrect quotes w/ you T and me(I wanted to do this) (under cut)

KK, about T: They're speaking some kind of French.

JG: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

T: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

JG: Being a fish.

T: Well, shit. 

KK: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! 

T: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

JG: Something tells me T's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

T, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, KK isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral. 

T: Why are you on fire?

KK: This is just how my day is going. 

KK: T, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?

T: Raise the dead.

KK: And what did you do?

T: Raise the dead.

KK: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

T: Hey- what are you doing-?

KK, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

KK: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name?

JG: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though... I don't know.

KK: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts. 

T: Do you need help getting up?

KK: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

KK: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

KK: I will send my army to attack!

KK: *releases a dumpster of raccoons* 

KK, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

T: Fight me!

KK, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not. 

KK: Drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs.

JG: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.

T: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?

JG: I like the way you think. 

JG: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

KK: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

T: Fuck you. 

JG: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

T: All I drank was Redbull!

JG: How many?

T: Eighteen.

T, near tears: Please, KK, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!(this actually happened, maybe not word for word, but close enough)

KK: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.

YES I LOVE THESE

Yes GO FERAL T, you deserve it!!

Okay now. The donuts thing is questionable but at the same time… free chaos. So like

Yes KK, floor is good, floor is friend, even when all else fail the floor will always be there to support you( I’ve said this lying on the floor during tech week so many times)

PIE PIE PIE what kinda pie I vote key lime

Ah, very important information! @stupid-for-simping. Yeet is simply an elongated Yet, elongated to the point where it refers to events in backwards order. ‘Best show yeet’ means that a better show will never happen, but takes no account for prior shows. Cuz math

Gender is an illusion, go do arson

Also. You are being sent hugs