#numrous

[freklcss-a]

@numrous​ said:  " does it hurt ? " (from katsuki)

he perked up at the voice, startled somewhat---then the words caught up, & he noticed katsuki staring. his cheeks burned, embarrassment flooding through him under the other’s deep scarlet gaze, as if he was held under a microscope. it was an uncomfortable feeling.

mikumo’s hand automatically raised for his fingers to tangle in his curls as he glanced away, hiding. “why... do you ask?” he muttered. does it hurt? his eye? why would katsuki want to know...?

yes, it hurt... sometimes. his skin felt like ants were gathering underneath his skin, crawling, itching... he could never scratch at it, afraid of what the action might trigger, but he rubbed & rubbed & rubbed... the itch doesn’t go away. it never goes away.

[mcgicianman]

@numrous​ said: 🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞 - Toga

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Atsuhiro’s eyes widen and his body freezes as he’s hit with not one loaf of bread but multiple. It doesn’t hurt, because it’s soft, but is admittedly annoying. He sighs when it’s finally over.

“There are other ways to get my attention, you know. How did you even get your hands on this much bread?”

[feraliix]

@numrous replied to your post “me @ me : THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING STOPPING ME FROM GIVING MS JOKE...”

vitilago is so beautiful and needs more representation!!!

AGREED!!!!

[explododad]

@numrous​ said:  Looking away as he held out the father's day card to Masaru, he grumbled something before he cleared his throat and looked him in the eye. " Happy Father's day, old man. " - Bakugou

   After a second of staring, Masaru takes the card and practically coos. He didn't expect Katsuki to give him anything, but that only means he appreciates the card all the more. He opens it to read before looking up and smiling at his son. “Thank you, Katsuki. That’s very kind of you.”

   Masaru will cherish the card. In fact, he already knows where to put it.

[dxmonicmoon]

3 m/m for Shen?

Sin gif meme! || Accepting!

In hindsight. The prince asked for it. He had been a bit too teasing. A bit too forward with everything that he did. And now, he was paying the price. The Demon’s hands clutched onto the smaller figure’s shoulders. His own breaths felt heavy, almost refusing to go out from the depths of his lungs, having him to force them out. How exactly did they get to these private quarters? Kokushibou wasn’ quite aware. But he was aware of the lustful haze clouding his mind right now.

His hips moved on increasing speed. The large, strong member stretched the insides of a younger prince with Strength of a demonic body, hitting the deepest parts with each thrust. He hears the other’s moans, and they only fuel him to further his efforts. He wanted to see the young prince being unable to walk for a little while. Perhaps not even a little.

“hnn….” The man hissed through his clenched teeth, baring his fangs in a very apparent snarl. He has been continuing to thrust his hips even faster, with every second feeling himself coming to the climax, stifling himself from finishing pre-emptively.  He leans forward, accelerating even further. He wanted to see how far he can push both himself and the prince.

[dxmonicmoon]

5 m/f for Fen

Sin gif meme! || Accepting!

His hand holds her frame close to himself. Eyes watch with interest as he almost expects the moment when she breaks and starts to beg. He doesn’t do anything more. He just watches. Despite her hands wrapping themselves around her neck. Despite her looking at him with clear plea deep within them. He doesn’t do anything else. His hand still mercilessly moves. his fingers teasing female’s lower lips.

He almost smiles. Their lips touch several times, but he doesn’t lean into the kiss. He increases the pace of his hand instead. He feels himself growing harder, but even then, he doesn’t give in the temptation. He wanted to see just how much Fen can handle before she is the one who gives in.

“Don’t….move.” Almost an order. An order from a bodyguard to the one being protected. Royalty, even. How funny. And yet he continues. He continues and doesn’t intend to stop. The smile turns to a small smirk now. Oh, he is feeling a little smug now.

[ladyimaginarium]

(🌃) My muse meets yours in the nighttime city.

moonlight starters. || ACCEPTING. || @numrous

The night was alive with the music of flutes, violins and harps outside, neon lights illuminating the new goth nightclub in town as the scent of rosemary and thyme filled her nose. High heels clacked on the chessboard marble floor while the vixen in a woman’s flesh takes a seat in her assigned table. On a night like this, where she could smell the sea even from several yards away, with no one to bother her about missions to be completed, Beretta Belladonna could enjoy the nightlife for once. It was during times like these that the woman could enjoy being alive, living for more than the mission, more than the walls she had lived in all her life, like a cage. She sips her martini in her wine goblet, the sweetness filling her throat. It was a shame that her fellow comrades couldn’t be here. 

A … what was the word normals called it… ah, a date, with Striker would have been ideal, but alas, her partner had been assigned on a solo mission. Well, at the very least, she could tolerate normals … though Beretta pitied them all, they who could not understand or comprehend the meaning of true greatness and power like she did. She knew from the way they all looked at her with desire, men and women alike, as if she were some forbidden fruit, yet they knew all too well not to get too close, for she would devour them whole should they merely look at her the wrong way. She could slaughter this entire city and no one would be able to stop her, she could sup off of their life’s blood if she were a vampire, and she could run this nothing town if that was what she truly wanted, all with just the crack of her whip.This was power.She knew it, they all knew it, smell it in the air and feel it in her very aura.

Beretta awaits her order like the patient woman that she was so she admires the red candles and the red and dark purple lavalamps illuminate her table while Half God Half Devil by In This Moment played from the club speakers. Yet one scent that reached her nose... was utterly intoxicating, perhaps even otherworldly. Grey hues shifted to find the source and upon finding them, brows arched in intrigue. Japanese... what is this man doing here in Italy? The woman soon realized that she didn’t care, all she knew was that for whatever the reason... this one was not like the others. Beretta couldn’t place a finger on it, but... there was something about him that was... inhuman.

When two monsters cloaked in human flesh from foreign lands collide, what happens then? 

 ❝Buonasera,❞ Her voice is as velvety and smooth as silk, the greeting of her mother tongue rolling off of her tongue like honey as the man approaches her. In all honesty, approaching someone with her aura... that was bold of him. The Chimera gestured to the seat opposite of her with a painted nail before clasping her hands together, ❝ You may sit. ❞  The femme fatale’s lips curved upward into a sugary sweet smile as she smooths out her black dress.