Hey. So when I say you should watch Sakamoto days this beauty is another reason.
K thanks bye :3
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Hey. So when I say you should watch Sakamoto days this beauty is another reason.
K thanks bye :3
-Mommabean
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Reki sketches for practice 💕💕 he’s so baby look at himmm
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Today’s sketch practice was Natsuki Seba from Sakamoto Days!!! I love him so much he’s so goddamned pretty.
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anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
reblog to laugh at anon ♡
Any person who writes is a real writer, there’s no right or wrong way to be a writer
I feel like ever since normies started to come into fandom spaces they ruined it for everyone else, like what happened to don't like don't read or how about an artist draws a ship or character you don't like you just block them or better idea just scroll away.
Tumblr getting rid of NSFW didn't help with this, either. I started the blog the year it happened lol so I have no idea how things would've turned out, back then was rough, but nothing like it is today. People are reactionary to things they see first online, so if they see "This fetishizes this-" they don't look into it, they simply agree.
They don't even care to look into any studies saying that what we do is harmless. They don't care about being right, they care about being superior because they have an identity complex and can't handle that people enjoy things in a way they personally don't like. They bring up arguments that can be easily disproven, and when they're cornered, they call you an abuser or pedophile to further weaken the meaning of a serious crime and continue to hurt victims like myself.
Taboo fetishes of all walks of life are harmless, especially in a fictional world. Humans have always had ways of imagination to escape. It's been like this since we could walk upright. Thought crimes aren't a thing, and expression in art and writing as well as sexual endeavors have been demonized through all of history.
Saying anything else makes it sound like my mom when she thought listening to angry music would make me evil rather than actually giving me a healthy outlet to heal some mental wounds. No, I just like the aesthetics, and think blood and yandere's are neat.
I don't think people into Yangire and gore are actually out here trying to "normalize" murder. I think they're neat individuals who are into stuff I get squicked about, and that's it. I don't think furries want to have sex with actual animals, and I don't think people into diaper play want to do anything other than live their lives in a safe place.
So I block and move on. (Not the furries, I love furries <3 )
This goes for things that make anyone uncomfortable. Minor x adult is another one, often compared to the horrors of actual child abuse, which as a victim myself, I don't appreciate the term being watered down.
It's just art you don't like, plain and simple. It's often a tool used for therapy from other victims, but even if it isn't, I don't care. No one real being hurt? No signs of concerning real life danger? Then leave it alone.
I don't want people thrown in jail over cartoons, I want them in jail for actual crimes. This goes for everything in fandom and fiction. Monster fucking is bestiality, gore is murder porn and snuff, and I've been told in MY OWN INBOX that I glorify rape and deserve what happened to me when I was stalked and harassed, on top of being assaulted. Anything in fandom is illegal under the guise of what these people put it under, and it's legitimately the video games cause violence argument but remixed.
These tropes and creations are things that could be considered grounds to arrest someone for art wise, which is never ok, because no one in these scenarios are REAL. (not to mention conservatives use it as a way to harm queer and trans creators, especially if they're POC.)
It also takes the responsibility away from actual monsters, pointing fingers at art and saying "This made me do it!" Rather than accepting the fact they made the full cognitive decision to do what they did. The people who hurt me didn't hurt me because art and fic told them do, they hurt me because they wanted to.
Fiction hurts no one. If someone pulls the evangelical "if someone reads it they want to do it." card, it's bullshit. It's used to infantilize AFABs mostly, as anything dark romance or otherwise is seen as enabling abuse instead of a fun steamy scenario to have fun with, or even to help with trauma.
To some, BDSM is considered noncon and rape despite it being around for as long as humans have been, and adults who consent to it are still seen as horrible people despite it just being Matt from accounting who likes hot wheels and ropes. Calling someone Daddy/ Mommy has incestuous terms and vibes, yet we all know it isn't anything more than some roleplay with power dynamics.
Supernatural has millions of incest fics and everyone knows incest IRL isn't ok. Game of Thrones has nothing but rape, incest, war and murder, and the millions of people who watch still know it's fantasy, and therefore, not ok to implement in real life.
I write for incest. I write for noncon / rape, as that's literally tied to what yandere's do. I write for bull hybrids and werewolves and scp monsters. Y'all know this shit isn't ok in real life and are able to enjoy a fantasy setting, so why other people can't, is frustrating. They're looking for a scapegoat and don't realize that the "freaks" they hate so much are the ones trying to keep fascism out. I can't sit on a soapbox and pretend I'm some holier than thou writer when my shits on the chopping block too.
I'll always stand by the ship and let ship, and stand by anti censorship. Even the shit I find gross deserves a place to be labeled appropriately and exist in a way I can block it out, and leave it be.
Even saying this, right now, this lukewarm take of "Well if no one who is real is hurt who cares." has me questioning if it's even safe to post over harassment. Fairytales and playing dolls has become so vile and toxic I can't even say the bare minimum of fandom rules.
TL;DR: You don't have to like something that brings genuine discomfort, but acting like real crimes are happening isn't ok. It waters down the severity a lot of actual crimes deserve, and makes freedom of expression, even expression you dislike, more and more conservative and fascist. Don't like, Don't read, and move on.
-Mommabean
Do things badly.
Fuck up the way you paint your nails. Fuck up how you dye your hair. Laugh as you realize you missed a massive step in making bread. Scribble terribly in your notebook and CSP. Snort at how ugly the first clay figure you make is. Add glitter. Add spice. Make the wrong choice and laugh about how bad it got. Embrace that you're new and mistakes are needed. Embrace that you're a veteran and mistakes are always going to be there.
There's no cameras. The world isn't watching every eraser mark and every misstep. The universe loves you and loves seeing you learn in the way and time that you need. The stars love to see how you laugh and show off the good AND the bad.
Breathe love into yourself and your works by knowing perfection is fake. Even the most laughable of mess ups is still something to keep trying, fully loving what you do.
Thinking about Dr Lee getting an unfortunate attratcion to my other OC Grey, and wanting to break the cute little thing apart. Just...Psycho lab doctor who can't wait to find out how to make a shy vampire boy cry.
-Mommabean
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“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean
“but that’s so embarrassing-“
“okay baby then embarrass yourself for me”
With Dabi... 😵💫😵💫😵💫
"Do you think I find you breaking the rules cute?" He asks, flicking open his lighter while trying to get the end of his blunt to catch. It was all so casual. Relaxed shoulders, amorous stare, lips tugging into a smirk while the tips of his sharp teeth shimmer in the light. You hate that you get caught staring. He knows he's hot. You hate that he's so confident in it. Cocky and shit eating all the while you're near bursting with red hot embarrassment as he circles your bed, patting at the mattress to find a spot to make himself comfortable. "Y-You're not even supposed to-" "Be here? Yeah, well, you aren't supposed to be sending cute emojis to strangers online, but here we are. Breaking a rule while I'm away? Tsk tsk tsk. I gotta correct it baby. So. Make it easier on both of us and do it." There's a stare, impatient and annoyed, and he easily shoves you back, yanking down the soft covers that were over you, even in this heat. A pathetic way to try and have a modicum of decency. "I asked you a question. Do you think it's cute to break the rules?" Your words are locked behind an humiliated squeal, your hands going to cover yourself. There's a puff of smoke, a sigh, and a quick grab to your wrist, pinning it to the bed. It's cute you think you're able to hide from him. But right now, he isn't in the mood for you to be cute. He needs you to listen. If anything, he needs you to repent. It's not faithful to be sending messages to other people, memes or otherwise. You completely did it behind his back! You need to show that you can still listen, and obey.
So far, you're showing him that you've lost all respect, and all ability to show him even the slightest hint you still love him. There's another inhale, a strong puff passing his lips, the billowing smoke filling the small space between the both of you as he crawls closer. It's a shame. He really doesn't want to be mean. You're not giving him another option here, baby doll.
You yelp. It's quick, short, and out of shock as his fingers reach down and begin to play with you, unable to hide the deep moan of satisfaction when the warmth of your skin touched the underside of his fingers. His breath is tight as he crawls over you, pinning your other hand down with his weight while feeling all of you that he could. It never failed to get his cock to twitch. "Can't even play with yourself for me. Gotta make me work for it, even after all I've done. How could I possibly find this embarrassing?" His words are biting, right in your ear as your breath catches in your throat. His fingers are unfairly skilled as they map over every part of you that makes you feel that tight coil in your core.
Fucker wasn't even supposed to be in the city tonight. Did he lie about his schedule? Or did he just leave everyone at the league to fend for themselves? Either answer has you irked, but not enough to speak the grievences as Touya holds your legs open and watches how his fingers slide in and out of you. "That's it. My baby has such a pretty hole. It's all I wanted. Just want to see my sweetheart play and make themselves feel good. What's so bad about giving me a show?" Your voice is faltering. There's a pitched whimper in your throat as his fingers meanly curl, forcing you to lose your train of thought while he wears a dangerous grin.
"I-it's- embarrassing!" You yelp again, only to feel the weight of your head hit your pillows as he pulls another deep moan from you, skillfully pumping his wrists and fingers to rub that sensitive bundle inside of you. "Hmm." It's noncommittal. He's more focused on how your legs try to wrap around his arm as your face turns away in humiliation. Always so shy even after he's been in your guts again and again. It never gets old. It's part of why he went so crazy when he fell in love with you. There's an amused chuckle that follows another pitiful whimper you make, your hips rocking down against his hand as he slides his fingers inside again and again. "Guess you're gonna have to be embarrassed then."
-Mommabean