Insulting Hispanic nicknames I’d give specific blorbos/characters bc why not let’s gooo—
Satoru Gojo — El Piojo Blanco / “The White Louse”
Sorry if you don’t fuck with lice. Mfs from Central America usually call an obnoxious white person this!
Need I explain? He’s a pain in the ass and likely would never leave your ass alone if he was hella into you, stuck to your side like a little bloodsucker. Also, have you seen the man?
Bro desperately wishes you’d call him “Papi Chulo” instead.
Suguru Geto — Pelo Lindo / “Pretty Hair”
A nickname that could be interpreted as insulting if you’re a guy who’s offended by being perceived as “feminine” or high maintenance.
I see Geto as very particular about not just his hygiene but his looks and how tidy he tends to be. But if you ask him about it, he’d probably dismiss you with an instinctual hair toss.
Tomura Shigaraki — “Don Jefe” / “Boss Boss”
Yes The literal translation is “Boss Boss,” which is a hilariously redundant play on two words that mean the same thing to emphasize just how important and bossy he can be lol. It’s like saying “Mr. Boss” to your obnoxiously high-strung coworker or “dudebro” or “miss gurl” lmao.
Def a nickname I’d use when Tomura’s being particularly snappy with a demand or when wanting a mission done a particular way. Or when he’s still got a bit of a complex about him.
Dabi — El Míron / “The Starer”
Refers to a person who is either hella nosy or tends to stare a lot. In some Latin American countries, it’s a name you’d call a stranger who’s oogling a little too long at you/undressing you with their eyes. Aka a pervert.
Dabi is a silent seether who’s cunning, cold, and calculating when he’s got a target or goal in mind, so I can imagine catching his shameless staring or feeling that gaze burning into your back when he’s got murder on his mind or if he’s suspicious of you. But sometimes bro likes just staring at people to piss them off, So yes, I will be turning around and insulting him with this one lmao.
GOD HELP US, former mega-virgins Dabi and Shigaraki just learned about Post Nut Clarity™ and now won’t stop pummeling their dicks and cumming inside their favorite little screw when they know they’re about to get into a gnarly battle soon—!!!
This is gonna sound really dark but what if Dabi nonconned his darling too hard that he actually damaged her pelvis and caused (temporary or permanent) numbness in her lower regions
cw: abuse, adult content, drug use, noncon
I think he’s do this intentionally — you wanna run away? Not with a broken pelvis you’re not. Need to see your family? Not when you’re covered in bruises and burns and teeth marks. God forbid you go out with anyone else, you’ll be dragged right back and forced to endure his depraved antics. He’ll ruin you for everyone else, cutting your hair and ensuring you feel every inch of his cock until you’re shaped just for him.
“It’s a scary world for pretty girls! If you’re fucking ugly, no one’ll look your way! Don’t worry — I’ll still fuck you, my precious little dolly.”
I’ll expand on this too, where Dabi makes discrete efforts of ensuring you stay in the League or with him if you’re his precious darling. Starts with micro dosing drugs as “initiation,” saying “it’s not an option. You wanna be with the League, everyone here shoots up.” (No they don’t). It turns eventually into spiking drinks when you least expect it, with birth controls and roofies when you’ve been especially incessant about not sleeping in his quarters.
If you’re obedient, you earn rights to go at your leisure (not without the stalking). You get pets and to sit on Dabi’s lap during meetings.
If you’re a brat who fusses about “fReEdoM,” you’re punished with cruel and unusual means. Getting dragged around the PLF base like a dog on a leash, forced to bark and wag your ass for the other members since you wanna “see people” so badly.
You become dependent on him — for drugs, for money when you do a good job with a mission, for permission to live.
You abide by his rules, not Tomura fucking Shigaraki.
no thoughts, just dabi absolutely punching the shit out of your poor back during doggy .....,.,;.ww./r43ptqi43tk4mkgrdm
CRYING AND CACKLING.
I wrote a long time ago (on my other account, rest in peepeeroni) a “Dabi Icks” post which included a similar bit — if I remember accurately — where bro literally smacks/punches the back of your head during doggy and then wrangles on for dear life like he was riding a bull when you try to turn and whoop his ass while he’s still inside you. Like HELLO?!?! All just because he wants a good laugh.
Dabi who finally loses his V-Card and volunteers to take the lead during sex the third time around, only for him to choke you until you pass out.
The first time, he’s as aloof and flustered as a virgin could possibly be. But he wears his emotions between furrowed brows, fingers tapping at the arm rest of the couch as he watches you kneel before him. You can tell he must be anxious, because for the first time ever the bastard isn’t wasting his breath teasing you… all except for the shaky exhales from his nostrils and affirming groans he makes behind tightly pursed lips. The haggard groans start to slip out though once your mouth envelops him, tongue gentle in its ministrations before you’re sucking him down whole — and soon your pussy when you offer to ride him.
“Dabi… this okay?” You ask sensually, a sob escaping you as you’re settling on his length.
A similar sound leaves him.
“I’m… fuck—“
You grind and slam, gentle at first, but soon with a pace that makes his hips buck and knees tremble.
“… ‘m fine… oh yes… no.”
“N-No what?”
“Ngh.. no, shit, I’m not fine—!“
You’ve never seen him look so fucking beautiful, so vulnerable. Those Teeth gritted, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries to not be noisy, his marred lips still wet and glistening from you stealing this man’s first kiss… the sweat of all things noted beneath his bangs, eyes lurid and lulled with the blues so clear you can peer into it’s depths — the complexity of Touya Todoroki, the beauty of his fragmented soul.
“H-Haah… d-do you wanna stop—“
“— God, just keep fucking going, woman—!”
You lose yourself more and more in the erratic rhythm of your slamming hips when he starts grabbing and fucking up into you too , but his face tells you that he is still too prideful and beyond infuriated by how damn turned on he is — how unbelievably good sex feels.
How before kissing you and undressing you, it was never once in his tortured life at the forefront of his mind, but now that he’s sampled it — sampled you — he’ll never forget the sound of your angelic moans… he studied the arch of your back, the curve of your ass and the texture of your plush flesh like it would one day conspire against him too simply by seducing him. He’s a villain a the end of the day, and you’re just a good screw, right?
… An amazing, mouth-watering, tantalizing, torturously good fuck— Holy fuck, who is he fucking kidding. It’s mind-blowing — you’re mindblowing. Shit, he’s cumming, pulling out fast and hot while blowing his load all over your thighs and stomach.
He mentally notes that next time, he’ll be in charge.
Second chance he gets was not planned whatsoever when he loses himself again to the sound of your sweet mewling, begging him to fuck you up into the wall as he grasps onto whatever he can to keep your hips still so he won’t bust. It’s Passionate and rushed unlike your first time together, likely triggered after you ticked him off during your last battle. It’s all tongue, gnashing teeth and soon blood as he nips your bottom lip hard, a last desperate plea for you to shut your perfectly lewd mouth before he’s cumming hard inside you.
Third time? Would there be one?
“My turn.” The arsonist tells you randomly one night, stepping into your empty quarters before locking the door behind him. You jerk instinctually, always two steps ahead when there was a target on your backs. Disbelief is riddled on your face, your lips tucked between your teeth as you contemplate his intent.
“… Not here t’talk business, believe it or not.”
You weren’t expecting a rendezvous, but given his urgency, it’s clear he’s been plotting this.
You softly laugh, a sound he’d yet to hear in months.
“… We’re in a war and all you can think about right now is sex?”
You can only smile sheepishly and shrug, playing with the lace hem of your night gown as you rise from your bed.
“Guess it’s hard not to when you’re always within arms reach. Back t’strangers again, are we?”
Swallowing hard, your eyes flicker up and down at him, and There is a pregnant pause. Had it really been that long since you’d both been alone together?
“… Wow me then.” You challenge, fingers twirling his new, white locks. That’s all he has to hear to start peeling off his heavy jacket and pressing his hot mouth on yours.
“Don’t act like y’haven’t needed me too…” he speaks gruffly against your lips, threats and promises oozing in his tone.
When’d he become so bold with you?
“… been too long.”
“… it really has, but I have some faith in you, Touya.” The playful mewl his real name eggs him on further with the memories of your last escapades.
You’re all talk too, all for the fun of it. That’s until you’re held down in a mating press, adorning creamy rings on his cock as he fucks you into his mattress. His pace is brutal, needy, but he’s keeping his stamina focused on hitting all the right spots. He’s really a quick study.
But at some point, even he gets lost in the moment, hands heating up till he singes your peach fuzz and the frayed edges of your bedsheets. It really had been too fucking long.
“Mmph! E-easy—!“
“Urgh… Y’telling me now? When I’m balls deep inside you?!”
From behind, He’s a hellhound, a hardened brute with a scarred back and now some pretty legs over his shoulder as he slams his cock deep inside you. But as much as he attempts to obscure it with his spikey bangs, he weeps red while maintaining a cocky grin
Those pent up emotions burn brightly. Before he even realizes it, he’s got the vice grip of a panda around your neck as his hips wildly slam into you. He’s either seeing stars or fighting demons, and concerningly so are you when your hands grip around his wrists to plead with him to loosen up.
“T-Touya!”
You plead weakly, but he can’t hear you. He’s long gone, on the precipice of an orgasm.
i don't talk about it often, but i love me some shiggy, he's the first villain character i've ever been into 👀
some info about me:
- i'm 5'4 with big titties <3
- i'm a scorpio
- i enjoy video games (suck at playing but love to watch others), reading/writing, and doing my makeup
- i have a bad habit of biting my nails and other anxious tendencies
okay with nsfw!!
This is for my Vibeology writing event.~
YOU’RE A DEEP SHIGGY LOVER?! HOW DID I NOT ASSUME THIS! And a Scorpio ♏️~ I gotchu—
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Just what kind of phenomena will occur when your worlds collide?~
♱ You likely brush shoulders with Tomura at a mall event, maybe a SSBU or LOL competition, and little do either of you realize sparks igniting between you. You bump shoulders, hoodie over his head. You can only peer and see blue, diacheleved bangs and scarred lips. He appeared so young but looked like he’d seen some shit.
♱ It’s a short lived interaction. But when you walk off to try and find a free controller or arcade machine, he’s turning all the way around to watch you go… and reaching to itch his neck. You were too cute to be here. Sweet faced with massive fucking tits? Straight to the spankbank you and your low collared top with mouth-watering cleavage goes.~ To be forgotten shortly after he’s had his fap later tonight… right?
♱ When he finally settles for a game, he can feel how sweaty his chapped palms are… his focus flickers when he sees you from the corner of his eye on his right, spectating intently. All the tell-tale signs of a virgin experiencing new feelings. And it agitates him to all hell. You agitate him.
♱ Tch. Whatever. That’s what his brain tells him. His body registers something else entirely. What’s this? Swallowing hard the wad of saliva that just collect in his mouth, he notes the palpitations striking against his chest. He’s nervous.
♱ You, peering over his shoulder to watch him decimate the competition. Gritting his teeth, the last he needs is to feel some absolutely anthralling creature pressing their plush, warm tits against him. He heaves and shifts uncomfortably. And you have the gall to say:
♱ “Try doing more aerial attacks… You’re losing.” It’s a nearly seductive whisper, hints of condescension and snark in your tone. He turns, a choked noise lodged in his throat as his vermillion eyes lock with yours. Smiling sweetly, you’re unintentionally brushing your rack against his shoulder one last time and walking off. Unimpressed.
Game Over.
♱ God he could seethe. He does, silently. The controller in his hand is suddenly dusted, and soon Japan’s up-and-coming Symbol of Fear makes you his new objective of many: he’s got to beat you in a round of Smash — and maybe even in bed. At least once.
And Tomura hated to lose.
♱ What he needed though was to be challenged, and you were the right amount of hot and cold. Somehow you’ve reeled him in with your physicality and allure alone, and it drives a virgin guy like him fucking wild. An Aries like him can be abrasive and hot-headed, rejection is a tough pill to swallow… but the lulling allure of a Scorpio can keep such a man wrapped tightly around your fingers.~
Let’s get this straight: Tomura is a ride or die. Forever.
♱ But it comes with a price. Tomura had spent an era finding himself. So for a time, he’ll feel sparks fly with you… but his ambitions and pure hatred will get in the way of his ability to live freely, hardly any acknowledgment of what love means. He has no sense of self, no autonomy. Just rage.
who is he? His master? Tenko?
♱ One day, he up and leaves. Bigger and better things, you tell yourself. But you never forgot the man you met so long ago.
♱… The day he’s revitalized with purpose and wins the damn war and affirmation of the world he sought to destroy, he’ll find you again to test if that feeling he got so many years ago — when he was an immature, lost soul — still ran rampant.
And fuck… they do. Clammy palms. Swallowing hard. Salivation. Heart trumming. Close to death but he doesn’t itch. He was always yours.
♱ He may be more built, more scarred… yet you recognize him and his wirey mane when he approaches you discretely on a calm summer day. A rendezvous. But most important, that standoffish, aloof, thousand mile stare when he’s grappling with those feelings all over again… you know it too well.
♱ Tomura struggles with his own anxious habits — the scratching, the compulsion to pick at and gnaw at his own skin because it relieves that occasional horrid itch. Even some occasional nail biting. When he finally sees you in your vulnerability, he knows you struggle too with those tics. And it’s something he’s become fond of.
♱ Fucking Tomura is heaven. He is hardly experienced, but asks questions along the way. And he is a quick study.
“Like this?” “Feels good?” “… awfully loud, aren’t you? So needy for me…”
♱ He will never forget the spots he grazes that make you mewl. The tears you shed for him, and it just makes him more depraved and ravenous to have you. Falling harder for you.
♱ At some point you realize he is hella kinky — you can’t entirely remove the freak from him so matter how far he’s come as a man. You watch him tense and his brows furrow when he’s struggling to fuck you gently.
That energy… A need to destroy and decimate and torment…
“… Put it all on me.”
“… Huh?”
“… Fuck me like you mean it, Tomu. Don’t hold back.”
♱ You are his equal, his other half, his rock. But he can grow distant due to his avoidant attachment style. Reel him in, embrace the inner child he’s long dismissed, and hit him with his new reality:
“Look at me… Where are you right now? What time is it? What color is this sky we’re both standing beneath…? … That’s right. You’re alive, and you are anyone you want to be.”
Who would Dabi most likely and least likely to share his cute (non willing) gf or captive with sexually and why? What would he like, and not like, them to do? (Can be anyone, league members, other villains, heroes, etc.)
Thank you and a belated welcome back Heinous! ☺️
Hey there.~ Believe it or not I love lurkers. Like little stalkers who're too shy to tell say they want me—Anyways!
Dabi who sluts out his own girlfriend
⫘⫘⫘⟢ cw: noncon, gangbanging, abuse, Dabi being a manipulative asshole bc you deserved it~
My selfish heart screams that there is nothing and no one the villain would ever share you with. As a child who grew up with nothing being his own, why in fuck’s name would he ever willingly give up the one thing he’s doted on? Did he really want to be that kid in the sandbox who had to sit back and watch everyone play with his toys?
But Dabi is a fucking bastard. If there’s a single thing that he can manipulate to his advantage, he would absolutely do it — within his parameters of course.
And if it's to teach you a lesson? Well... then the sharing isn't going to be pleasurable in the slightest.
Dabi was never the type to say he loved you, not unless he was balls deep inside you and grunting it to all hell. Instead, you took his need for someone subservient as his love language, complying with his every mission related mand even if it was dangerous. Acts of service, like a truely, deeply, madly lovesick fool. in return, you'd recieve the gentlest caresses... most tender, heated kisses, all in front of his cohorts. There was the addicting grasp of your waist as he nibbled on your sore, bruised neck — y'know, from all the choking and throat fucking the night before — and whispered "phenomenal, baby." "Guess you deserve some praise."
"See? That's why you're my girl." His. His girl. You swear you see stars. And he knows it, knows how tightly wound you are around his fingers.
So you'd never imagined he's ever share you with anyone else.
Until one of these frigid nights. In his room, in the comfort of your bed you lie, waiting for him from his typical nightly escapades. Doing god knows what, if it mean't getting more intel.
Bursting through the door, he stands in the hallway light like a damn sleep-walker, only his cerulean eyes peering through the darkness. You shoot up, he always told you to stay aware, vigilent. To sleep with one eye open.
"Dabi." you mewl his name, meekly and oh so sweetly, oozing fondness only how you missed him while shaking away your sleepies. "Welcome ba—"
Lanky legs in heavy boots storm across the floorboards, sickening wrath eched on his face as he drags your half nude self out of bed by the hair.
"O-ow! D-Dabi! It's hurting—"
You cry, but don't protest. It's the first time he'd ever grabbed you so harshly like some ragdoll, not caring if you stumbled across the wooden flooring and bruised your knees in the process of going down the stairs and into the foyer of the LOV base.
He says nothing, but you can hear the grueling exhales he's making through his gritted teeth. Smoke slips between the stapled scarring
"W-wait please! What's wrong?! What'd I d—
"You know the rules, dolly. Snitches get stitches.”
Again, you hesitate, doey eyes anxiously looking back to him. But When he catches you growing wide eyed now with creeping realization on your face, that settles any doubt in his head.
“… heh. Don’t fuss. Wipe up those tears from your pretty face and move — the nice gentlemen are waitin' outside."
You seriously don't believe him? Don't believe he is capable of sharing his prized posession?
He is.
"Quit thinkin’ so much, babe. Move. Your. Ass." His tone booms, impatient and cruel.
A searing hand lands right on your behind, causing you to cry and lurch forward towards the lot of drooling, ill-intentioned men. Onto your knees, you fall, and no one bothers to catch you. They hollar at your dismay as you desperately clutch onto your thin t-shirt.
Where had you seen them before?!
The ruckus ceases slightly to heed Dabi’s rules:
"Your putrid dicks don't get the luxury of penetrating her cunt." his tone is low, arms crossed as he speaks with deadly serious conviction.
"... But considering she's opened her dumb, whore mouth about the League's most recent blueprint to that damn red bird, we'll see how she enjoys getting it stuffed, boys.”
… You ‘fessed up something to Hawks, didn’t you? Unintentionally maybe, likely in passing conversation when he used to hang around base with Dabi. Maybe you thought Hawks had been in your boyfriend’s good graces, so it was fine to joke and tease your new friend right? To tell him secrets about the League’s intentions right?
Wrong.
You plead, betrayal on your precious face. You messed up, yes, but did it warrant this?
“D-Da… bi, ‘m s-sorry— s-stop this please, t-take me back home—“
“Waaah, take me home, Dabi-san-~” the strange men mock you, laughter roaring again. They look like men he’d had worked with before — ones who’d definitely leered at you , undressed you with their disgusting eyes.
“… and since she’s being a pain in my ass, you can fuck hers. Nice ‘n tight…”
You’re practically hollering in fear now.Dabi chose the worst lot of men to toss you to, ready to pounce when he realized their lieutenant wouldn’t be stepping in. Who were they to deny themselves of high-grade pussy?!
And once one mysterious villain gets his hands on you the others feel implored to take their share.
“Trust me, I’ll take y’home once you’ve learned what it means to be loyal to me. When you’re at your limit, groveling, used and abused, and still somehow have some bit of sanity left to beg for me.”
do you think there will ever be consequences for that? I mean they are bringing up triggering topics in a public setting with no warnings which I thought was what these people were against...
I think i'd want to see them get kicked out tbh but idk if thats going too far
Unfortunately a lot of conventions (in America anyway) don’t necessarily enforce a lot of policies, and it’s why in my adulthood I’ve sorta stopped going. Given the culture of SA and how normalized it is for both socially dense or just straight up manipulative people to be weird at conventions, heads of these events should seriously be more severe with their rules. If you make another person uncomfortable or harass them in any sense, regardless of the intent or how old you are, you should be kicked out.
… however, Knowing the internet and how bloodlusty it gets, people are likely gonna find and cancel this dumb kid and make their life miserable. It’s going to escalate, all because Justin Briner just wanted to establish boundaries.
cw: talks about (pro)shipping, NSFW content, implications of pedophilia but most of all fucking cringe.
I don’t usually air my opinions out on here but my god I just saw the egregious video of Justin Briner (Deku’s VA) at a convention today at his own panel be asked about his opinion on ships for the millionth fucking time from an unsupervised teenager, which has now prompted this response from him:
If you have yet to see the video, here you go but do heed the warnings above:
“It’s none of my business… really, who cares what 30 something year olds do—“
“But don’t you love your ship with Eri?”
heinous vent below:
I’ll start by saying that Justin’s response was, in the simplest terms, very professional even if it seemed innately dismissive.
… It’s clear as day to any rational person he is uncomfortable with this genre of question and probably has heard it plenty times before in his career. He adores his fans and clearly “knows” the fandoms he’s in and the fact that it really isn’t his concern what other people choose to engage in — believe it or not, he does not need to be reminded every time he steps out and graces others with his time at cons or other anime related events.
People should for one not be allowed to relay their hideous takes when they can hardly conceptualize what the difference between fiction/reality is… but I digress. I get it… I was a kid who ran around cons too, had lots of fun and learned a lot when I was plenty groomed by adults in the con-going community.
However, this is a level of abhorrence from a community of culminative disrespectful individuals who would rather spend time harassing voice actors than simply enjoying fandom or catering their internet experience are simply what we have coined nowadays as Chronically Online.
It’s overwhelmingly children, but I’ve certainly met my share of adults who prioritize fandom rights/ships over basic human decency.
I frankly don’t care what you use to label yourself online (proshipper, anti, weeb, gooner, what fucking ever) because it isn’t a fucking protected attribute/class (race, sex, physical/mental disability, gender, etc). Hence we should not treat fiction in alignment with those. They are not the same and should not be held up to the same degree, and this clearly misunderstanding and need to virtue signal over fucking cartoons is frankly one of the goofiest things I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing on the vast interweb.
Put simply? The internet is a privilege, not a right.
You can and should be catering your internet experience to your liking and to what is beneficial to your wellbeing.
That’s a difficult concept for children to grasp however — understandably. So we as adults should be putting clear parameters for our work and fandom space as well. We aren’t parents but we are writers, artists, fandom enjoyers, and just a bunch of “old” fucks who have hobbies and interests. We too have the ability to cater our internet experience, and I highly implore you all to be vigilant about who accesses your content.
Not everything can be in your control unfortunately, but if it can be helped, we can show that we are responsible consumers of media.
We were all there too as dumb internet loving kids, but enough is enough.
Go give Justin Briner some love as well over on Twitter/X. I’m sure the backlash to this is overwhelmingly negative or just a means for others to start threads of irrelevant fandom turf wars. I doubt that will be the first of the last time a child or socially dense individual will make others miserable with their need for attention or blatant ignorance about consuming media responsibly — and/or treating others who provide that content with zero dignity and respect.
This is a huge step in the establishment of boundaries and I hope we see some changes in large fandoms in general regarding understanding social and internet etiquette so we don’t have to make more people irl uncomfortable with takes about fictional characters.
Be kind to each other, even if you are not inherently into or care for another’s way of engaging in fandom. You have power, believe it or not. Don’t wrack your own brain being pissed over what others are going to do anyway… be in control of you.
Please please please tell me I can make a little dabi smut fic based off this audio, I'll get on my knees, I'm begging you as I'm typing this @mostlyheinous
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