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...i forgor this was in the drafts of drawing.
now that i got the chance to finish it, might as well post here too before i forgot again
LDR belongs to : @spadillelicious !!
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Day 1: Touya-nii x reader
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Title: How Many Rounds Has it Been?
Summary: Touya never left you alone late at night, always needing something, using you for something, taking something from you. It was in his nature. It’s no wonder you don’t fight it anymore, especially with the way he makes you feel.
Cw: Pseudo- cest, dubcon, breeding, begging, fingering, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation
Word Count: 1.1k
shigaraki, your growling boyfriend
tomura shigaraki wasn’t exactly known for his social finesse. he showed up to lectures with red-rimmed eyes, hunched over in a hoodie that smelled faintly of instant ramen, weed and something vaguely synthetic, kinda like a controller left out in the sun too long. his fingers were usually ink-stained, his backpack was a chaotic mess of wires and manga and his laptop was decorated with peeling horror game stickers and opened straight into a heavily modded skyrim file.
no one was even sure what he studied. some were convinced he was auditing classes illegally. others were sure he lived in a basement. the rumor mill was brutal.
but somehow he was dating you. you. the girl who brought homemade muffins to group projects. who always had a spare pen, a travel-sized lint roller and band-aids in her bag. who said please and thank you. who laughed like sunshine and remembered people’s birthdays. you waved at the janitors, offered strangers your umbrella and kissed tomura’s cheek in public like it was the most natural thing in the world.
and the campus population could not compute it. especially not the guy currently hovering near your lunch table with one elbow leaning on the bench and a smile that was trying way too hard.
“hey,” the guy said, flashing too many teeth as he held out a pen. “you dropped this.”
you blinked down at it. it wasn’t your pen. “oh! um… thanks,” you said, taking it politely anyway.
tomura didn’t move at first. he was slouched next to you with his hood pulled up, his body warm against your side, eyes locked on the switch in his hands. from the outside, he looked half-asleep. maybe even dead to the world. but you knew him better than that. he was watching everything. especially the way the guy lingered.
“cool earrings,” the guy added. “they look really cute on you.”
that’s when tomura paused his game. as if the weight of that sentence alone had yanked him back from the brink of his carefully maintained apathy. you glanced sideways. tomura didn’t look at you. he didn’t even turn his head. he tilted his chin up ever so slightly, cracked lips curling downward into something that looked dangerously close to a snarl.
“grrrrrr.”
it wasn’t a joke. it wasn’t ironic. it was low, feral, pure warning.
the guy blinked. “uh… sorry? do you have a sore throat or something?”
tomura didn’t blink. “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” longer, meaner and possessive as hell.
you set your sandwich down with a sigh, pressing a hand gently against his arm. “baby, it’s okay. he was just being nice—”
“he can be nice somewhere else,” tomura said flatly, eyes narrowing like he was targeting a weak point. “unless he wants to keep that hand.”
the guy stepped back like he’d touched a live wire. muttered something about “crazy boyfriends” and how you “must be into freaks”. and then he was gone.
tomura watched him leave, eyes still sharp and dangerous. you exhaled slowly, reaching for your drink. only then did tomura slump against you like a cat that had just finished hissing at the mailman. all attitude and limbs, curling into your side with a scowl that was more pout than threat now.
“fucking parasite,” he muttered. “trying to smile his way into your pants. i should’ve set his shoelaces on fire.”
you giggled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “you’re such a guard dog.”
“not a dog,” he muttered. “dogs are loyal and well-adjusted.”
“then what are you?”
he tilted his head toward you, eyes half-lidded, voice raspy with that sly edge he only used with you. “a gremlin with an exclusive breeding license.”
you choked. “tomura!”
“what?” he gave a little shrug, unbothered. “you let me leave a toothbrush in your apartment. that’s basically the same as staking a claim. now i get to growl at things.”
he unpaused his switch like nothing happened. but his other hand, the one not gripping a joy-con, slid under the table and curled possessively around your thigh. you smiled, heart fluttering and leaned your head against his shoulder. because what the others didn’t understand was that you were just as gone for him as he was for you. when you got weird looks for holding his hand in public, he squeezed your fingers tighter. when someone tried to flirt with you, he wrapped both arms around your waist like a scarf and muttered territorial threats under his breath. and when someone looked at you with that soft kind of pity (that silent question of what’s a sweet girl like you doing with a guy like that?) he always kissed your temple like it was the only answer you’d ever need.
but you had your tells too. you brought him painkillers when his migraines got bad. you wiped cheeto dust off his face with your sleeve. you sat through his rants about loot box algorithms and anime betrayals. you kissed the corners of his mouth when he got too overwhelmed to talk. you put up with his moods, his silence, his growls.
because you knew exactly what was underneath. you’d seen the way his voice cracked when he said “i love you” for the first time. the way his hands trembled when he held you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet. the way he clung to you after nightmares like he’d never let go.
so let them stare. let them wonder. let them whisper that you didn’t match, that he was too scary, too strange, too rough around the edges. because as far as you were concerned, tomura shigaraki was yours and you were his.
Lucifer: *enters the hotel*
Alastor: I cast vicious mockery 😈
An animation my sis and I made for fun
Music is Perception Check by Tom Cardy.
The link to the YouTube video:
https://youtu.be/3HYCvIU0puo?si=p3dYRjw-fAqeRSi-
ID: A drawing captioned as “This asexual wont let you use them as a sheild for being anti kink. The drawing depicts two stick figures. One is angry with their arms crossed, saying, “You cant let those dirty kinksters into pride just think of the asexuals!” The other sticks figure has a more nuetral expression and is rubbing their arm. saying, “I’m capable of seeing a guy in a harness actually”. Above the stick figure’s head is a split asexual/leather pride flag. (End ID)
⠀⠀⠀“WHAT?! SEX BAN?!”
﹅ contains ;; gojo satoru , kento nanami , choso kamo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , geto suguru
﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban
﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well
GOJO SATORU (3 days)
“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.
"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.
𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!
♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI
Kento Nanami is a gentleman.
He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.
However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.
❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞
❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞
✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K
It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.
But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.
It was him.
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.
“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?
here’s to a liberated palestine and an end to the occupation in 2024، إن شاء الله
Shigaraki from chapter 411. No matter how much venom and hate Shigaraki continues to spit out at Izuku, he still tries to save him and remind Shigaraki that he is human and deserves a chance. I really have no idea how this is all going to end, but I deeply admire Izuku’s heart and willpower to save Shigaraki.
What perfection looks like ❤️🩷🧡💜💚💙🩵
You’ve heard of muzzled up alpha but what about omega that reacts so badly to pushy alphas that they have to be muzzled up to avoid missing limbs.
Bakugou knew you were having a bad day. Still coming to work despite being at the peak of your heat and doped up on suppressants, you looked like shit and and felt like it too, in the worst kind of mood everyone had to tiptoe around.
All it took was a pushy fanboy on your patrol to make you snap- a scream in the crowd, some blood spattered on the sidewalk and Bakugou hauling your kicking and snarling form away from the poor bastard before you ripped his throat out.
He took you to a secluded alleyway before the crowd got any bigger and put you in the spare muzzle he always carries, because usually he’s the one that ends up wearing it when anyone pissed him off too far.
Fastening the strap behind your head, Bakugou takes a step back to let you turn on your own. The muzzle is too big on you but it’ll make due until you get a better fitting one back at the agency. You’ve calmed down significantly and taken to keeping your eyes glued to the ground in shame, hands clenched in front of you like a child about to cry. He gets the position you’re better than anyone-being muzzled felt patronizing, specially when you already feel horrible.
“You’re supposed the be the friendly one between you and me” Bakugou still jabs a bit, in his own comforting way. He supposed that would change very soon however. He can already see the videos and posts making rounds on social media.
You squeeze your eyes with a groan, touching at your temple then rubbing at your hair, nursing a bad headache. “Can we just- not talk about this. Let’s just finish our patrol so I can talk to HR and go home.”
“Damn right. I don’t need you getting suspended from field work.” He scoffs, but a second later softens just a little. “This shit is… unbearable alone. I’ll end up in fucking archives before the end of the week.”
It gets a small out of you finally. “You really depend on me that much?” You tease.
“Fuck off. All I’m saying is I saved ya from crying over you reputation being ruined. I’d rip that nerd apart too if they ask me 100 fucking questions mid patrol.”
“Sure sure, I owe you one.” You wave him off but at least your mood improved. You adjust the oversized muzzle so it doesn’t sit as uncomfortably on your jaw and Bakugou looks at it, actually looks- realizing that it’s the first time he’s seen you muzzled. Passive and docile as you may be, he always knew you reacted with your teeth quicker than most omegas. He knew this and thought of it over and over and over, and why it stuck with him so much on especially restless days.
Before you can walk back to the main street, Bakugou speaks up. “You don’t have to take those suppressants if they make you feel bad, y’know.”
His heart starts hammering on his ribs when you look back at him with pinched brows and tilted head. “How else am I supposed to work while in heat?”
“A few days off won’t kill you. I can help-“
Bakugou figured a little too late it’s something more primal talking for him, the feelings he’s been trying to snuff out spreading in his gut and itching in his throat. He’s rigid where his stands but doesn’t dare to look away. You never liked pushy alphas so it’s just better for himself to take the rejection here and now and put an end to this pathetic pinning.
But you’re eyes are round, at a loss for words instead of snarling at him like you do with other alphas, and when the wheels turning in your head click on what he means, the sour scent you had all day long turns a little sweeter.
“But I…” you touch at the metal grate around your mouth. “I bite.”
Bakugou’s answer was on the tip of his tongue a long time ago.
“I don’t mind.”
i ADORE your writing! my favourite is the tentacle that goes all the way through! i've been imagining a scenario where it goes the other way (mouth to ass) and then curls up to fuck the human's cunt 😖😍
(This is the post being referenced.) Oh, that’s easy ~
I’m wandering out in the desert hills behind my house. The scrubland around me is dotted with brush, hardy trees, and the occasional buried cave entrance; one wrong step could easily send someone stumbling into a natural sandstone room with no easy exit. I know this as well as anybody out here does, and yet that doesn’t stop me from getting distracted by a passing rabbit and consequently sending myself feetfirst down a sandy incline that leads into a dome-shaped cave with a wide crack in one wall. I sigh in frustration from the floor of the place, looking back up the way I came; it would be easy to climb if it weren’t for the fact that the sand that forms it simply slides back downhill under my weight, taking me with it. Luckily, there’s still cell service out here, so I don’t think I’ll be trapped for too long.
Before I can even get my phone out of my pocket, though, I hear something from behind me. I whip around, taking a step back - and then I immediately try to take another step back as I see what was making the noise: a slithering, writhing mass of smooth, cylindrical tentacles, flowing from the crack in the wall like water. Unfortunately for me, my second attempt at putting distance between myself and the...thing sent my foot into the sand pile that made me fall in the first place, and so I’m left on my back, looking up at the thing as it looms over me. Immediately, my brain jumps to the tentacle porn I’ve seen over the years, and the mass in front of me fulfills the stereotypes by reaching for my belt right away, much to my chagrin.
I barely have time to even think about putting up a fight before it has me restrained, and all of my clothes are gone less than a minute later. I can only assume the worst from the creature that has a hold of me, but it defies my expectations by quickly shoving a tentacle into my mouth, rather than going for my exposed pussy or ass right away. I can feel by the way it flexes in my mouth that it’s far too tough for me to attempt to bite through, and there’s no way for me to force it out; the only thing I can do is just let it explore, coiling up in my stomach and seemingly unbothered by the acid.
For some reason, I feel...warm. Warmer than the heat outside should warrant, even. I don’t want to admit it, but I’m enjoying having my mouth violated by this thing. I’m enjoying it.
I start to enjoy it even more when the appendage finds its way out of my stomach, snaking down into my guts, and I shudder and my eyes roll back into my head as the arm strokes nerves that have never been touched before, sending entirely new sensations through my system, filling me impossibly. I can feel it exploring me from the inside out in a way that both confuses me and turns me on.
Before long, it speeds up, as though determined - and I suddenly feel it sliding out of my ass, impaling me all the way through as the muscular length flexes in my throat. I choke slightly and let out a strangled moan a moment later when I feel the tentacle abruptly plunge into my cunt. It starts fucking me at a relentless pace, slamming into me over and over again, and I arch my back, a combined yelp of surprise and pleasure muffled by the tentacle sliding back and forth through my entire body. The creature is essentially masturbating with my guts at the same time that it uses my pussy - I don’t care whether it’s aiming to breed me or not, because either way it feels good enough to make me shudder with my first orgasm of the day, pleading whines and drawn-out whimpers barely audible around the arm gagging me.
It keeps going like that for a while. I feel like every single nerve in my body is aflame, unused to being used so thoroughly, so completely - but loving it at the same time, absolutely loving it. I cum even harder when I feel the unnatural, deep sensation of the tentacle forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb, hitting the top over and over; the physical feeling combined with the knowledge that it probably intends to breed me tips me right over the edge again, my skin drenched in sweat and my entire body tense like a coiled spring.
Eventually, I notice the tentacle monster’s thrusts becoming jerkier, more erratic, and the tentacle itself is pulsing, as though with a racing heartbeat. I’m confused for only a moment before I realize that it’s probably going to cum soon. A thrill goes through my chest, and I’m tempted to beg, I want to beg, I want to beg it so badly to give me its cum - but the only thing I can to is try, and fail, to moan with pathetic, desperate need.
I don’t need to beg, though.
The tentacle suddenly shoves itself forward, more forceful than it’s ever been before, and I feel a large section of it coil up in my womb, stretching my walls outward. An instant later, a much stronger pulse goes through the thing, and I feel it flooding my uterus with hot seed, my belly almost immediately starting to bloat and hang heavier with the evidence of the tentacles’ attempted breeding. Successful breeding, I realize instinctively, somewhere in the back of my head - without even needing to think about it, I know that this thing just knocked me up, even though I don’t know what its babies look like or how long they’ll take to grow. My eyes flutter shut as I go limp with pleasure, shivering in ecstasy as I pass out from sheer exhaustion while my midsection continues to swell...