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I honestly have this question, is Toby really "dumb" or does he just like to act less intelligent than he really is?

I mean, I don't really think he's a genius, BUT at the same time I get the impression that he's a lot smarter than he appears to be.

I’ve actually mentioned this before I think, but he is a LOT smarter than he comes off. Toby likes playing the fool because it makes him more approachable and easy to get along with, and it makes those around him happy.

I’ve also said before, he’s only TRULY happy about 30% of the time. He’s usually feeling quite cold and detached because of his trauma. So, he puts up a much less intelligent front to prevent others from worrying about him as he acts all silly and goofy. It’s his form of masking and self defense. I wouldn’t say he’s the smartest in the mansion by any means, not quite close, but he is DEFINITELY smart, much more than it appears. That’s why he has his job in the first place. Slender is aware, but none of the others have truly caught on, even if they have their suspicions.

Whenever someone starts to get too suspicious though, he’s quick to amp up his masking to try and relax them and get them to stop trying to dig too deep into him. Tim is the closest to finding out about it, but Toby is aware of that and is too hesitant to let him in for fear of judgment and losing the closeness they have.

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need to be fucked by a big rough scarred knight who holds my face down into a pillow and coos and growls about how soft i am and calls me ‘my lady’ or other such titles whilst he treats me so filthily i forget all of my court manners

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begging on my hands and knees for just a crumb of his grown man dick. conveniently, while i'm on my hands and knees, he can mount me like the animal he is and fuck me until i see shrimp colors. i've never experienced a cervix orgasm but anything is possible with this man.

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"Beel, you ate all the ingredients??!!"

Here's another one I made of my two favourite demons.

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Diavolo: Do you have representation?

Mammon: I call upon my lawyer MC!

MC: My client is innocent!

Diavolo (pinching MCs cheek): Of course he is, case dismissed!

Lucifer: Lord Diavolo there's crisp clean video of Mammon stealing from-

Diavolo (petting & cuddling MC): MC said he's not guilty, so he's not. What's so hard about that?

Lucifer: MC do you handle murder cases?

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my favorite guy <3

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For @satanmorningstarsimp ∧＿∧

♡ Whenever you happen to fall asleep near Satan, he will literally glare daggers at any of his brothers if they do so much as whisper. Levi and Mammon fighting? Take it outside. Lucifer scolding any of the brothers? Outside. He will growl at anyone making noise 'cause he knows you need the sleep after an entire day of taking care of everyone and running around RAD.

Relationship headcanon ask game

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Rammstein, Forum Copenhagen, Copenhagen, 20.11.2004 / Photos by Jens Dige  and Lars Bech [HQ]

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The fact that V isn’t a tumblr sexyman is so confusing to me

I mean look at him! He’s so hot and morally questionable!!!!

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No matter how much I sleep I’m always tired

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i hope he thinks i’m the prettiest girl he’s ever seen

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If I’m gonna have to see and then report over a dozen porn bots every day can they at least give me like a daily grinding quest for it like it’s an MMO. Can I get some gold and a mediocre loot drop

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Already messed up. 2024 will be my year fr

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Your favourite thing to do is pretend you have no idea who Dynamite is and constantly fucking up Bakugo’s name on his coffee.

He’ll come in once he’s done patrol and changed out of his hero costume. The first time it happened was honestly an accident. You’d been so lost in thought, you took his order and then asked for his name. When he didn’t reply right away, you glanced up at him, his face holding a blank look.

“Ha? You don’t know who I am?”

Of course you knew who he was, everyone in the city knew who he was, regardless of being in costume or in normal clothes. You could almost see the gears moving in his head, wondering how anyone could possibly not know who he was. You simply shrugged, handing him his change and getting to work on his very simple coffee order.

Once done, you placed his order on the counter and bid him a good day. The look on his face when he picked up the coffee and read the name on it was priceless. His face scrunched up in confusion and then immediately to anger.

“Is this some sort of fucking joke?”

You were for thankful the shop was busy for once. You knew he wouldn’t make a scene. You gave a smile and a wave, and continued to help the next customer in line. You watched out of the corner of your eyes as he glared at the name as he left the shop, grumbling to himself.

Despite that first encounter, he kept coming back. A few days every week, he gave you his normal coffee order (to the point that he stopped even telling you the order) and you purposely messed up his name. He knew you knew who he was, so he’d play your stupid little game. He told himself day in and day out that he was only going back to the coffee shop until you got his name correct but deep down he knew that not to be true.

You really were surprised when he showed up the next day, empty coffee cup in hand. Slamming it down on the counter and glaring at you. The neatly written Pro Hero Deku facing you.

“That’s not my fucking name.”

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* ੈ✩‧₊* you fell first, but bakugo katsuki fell harder

notes: pls idk what this is ive literally never written anyth like this but ive always wanted to write a fic w/ this prompt,, also im thinking of doing an angst version of this 🤩

genre: fluff, lovesick bakugo + reader flirts w/ him a lot, childhood friends to lovers, tw: BARELY PROOFREAD ‼️

bakugo katsuki doesn't know anyone who annoys him more than you do.

he doesn't believe he's gotten this far in one piece when he's been stuck with someone like you since childhood. there's something infuriating about the way you tug on the strap of his school bag when both you and his mother are insisting that you walk to school together in the morning. it's even more infuriating when he doesn't know what in the world is fluttering in his chest and churning in his stomach when you start tugging on his sleeve instead.

bakugo katsuki has no idea why and when exactly he started doing it, but now his blood boils watching that dorky smile on your face while he carries your bag to school every morning and on the way home too.

"katsuki." you playfully bump your shoulder against his arm and grin, "you love me, don't you?"

"i'm doing this 'cuz you look like a fucking camel with this bulky ass bag of yours." he scowls, trying to ignore the tiny, tingling spark he felt on the fleck of his skin that met yours for a single second. "what hell is even in this, rocks?"

"is your back hurting? let me give you a back massage then. c'mon, take off your shirt and lie down."

he grimaces, a flush of scarlet spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"what?" you chuckle. "you know we've seen each other naked before, right? remember when we used to take baths together as children? i even let you touch my-"

"shut the fuck up, l/n."

it's maddening how easily you fluster him, like it's your second nature. a teasing remark and a single wink, and he's all over the place. all he can do is click his tongue and walk straight ahead of you (though occasionally looking back if you're still with him)

bakugo katsuki tries to counter your flirty remarks. he can do better, he swears he can. a multitude of emotions takes over him when he sees a sliver of your underwear peeking through your clothes. his cheeks flush and his nails bury into his palmsー partly from the thoughts racing relentlessly in his head, and partly out of wrath for anyone who would dare to ogle you or loudly point it out to the whole room.

he stands protectively close behind you like a guard dog, obstructing anyone even a glimpse. he speaks in a low voice you didn't know he was even capable of, his breath grazing your skin. "oi. nice underwear." once again, he's annoyed to the brim hearing that faint tremble in his words.

he's relieved and all the same, flustered, watching you realize and immediately fumbling with your clothes, but no matter how many attempts, no matter how much he swears he can be a match to you and your teasing nature,

"nice? i'll let you borrow if you like it that much then."

you are the only losing game bakugo katsuki has ever been in.

what annoys him even more is that for some reason, he's able to bare his soul to you, in spite of the sheer ugliness, the cruelty of it, and the pathetic, endless heaps of insecurities overflowing from him.

he presses his palms against his face in a futile attempt to muffle out his angry sobs. you brush a hand over his heaving shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, katsuki. i promise." when he doesn't flinch nor pulls away, you gently coax him into a light embrace, your torsos barely touching yet emitting such intoxicating and soothing heat onto each other.

"the fuck are you crying for?" he snaps, confused and concerned as to why you're suddenly sniffling with him.

"i know, it's stupid." you hug him tighter. "i swear i'm not making this about me. i justー i wish i knew how to make you feel better."

'annoying,' he thinks as he hugs your waist and buries his tear-stained face into the crook of your neck. "i'm going to kill you if you tease me about this tomorrow, l/n."

"hey, i don't do that." you whisper comfortingly despite the threat. "you know i won't."

he knows you won't.

most of all, it gets on bakugo katsuki's nerves the most when he remembers you've had genuine, actual romantic feelings for him since you were children, and it's not just fickle banter and incessant flirting here and there.

"shit. your fever's still high." he mutters, pressing his large palm on your forehead. it astounds both of you how it almost covers your whole face. mindlessly, he shifts his palm sweetly to your cheek, tucking in any stray hair out of your face. what in the world have you done to have him wrapped around your little finger like this? you have him buying you medicine and checking your temperature with pure and utter concern, feeding you food he cooked specially for your taste, and holding your perfect little hand just because you asked him to.

"thanks for taking care of me, katsuki."

"you're a pain in the ass, l/n."

katsuki anticipates another joke or a flirty remarkー something about ass most likely, but then you look up at him, widely staring, and you speak in the steadiest voice you could muster, "am i really?"

he doesn't answer.

"can i tell you something?" you continue. there's a pang in katsuki's chest when you slide your hands off of his. "i like you, katsuki. i still do after all these yearsー"

"shut up. that's your fever talking"

"no, this is just me talking. even if i wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything i said to you today, i'll probably end up saying the same thing again someday, and my feelings won't have changed at all."

steering clear of your eyes, katsuki starts rearranging the stacks of medicine on your nightstand and adjusting your blanket when your frail hand latches onto his wrist.

"i just need to know if you're actually uncomfortable with me or if i have absolutely no chance at all, then i'll stop. i'll distance myself from you even. if that's what you want."

he would never forgive you nor himself for it.

you laugh weakly and continue, "and then maybe i'll just date todoroki or somethingー"

"fuck it." he hisses. he swings the blanket over your face so he won't have to bear your gaping eyes when he spits out, "dumbass, i do like you. don't ever do that, jesus."

there's half a minute of silence between you, him still distraught over the mere image of you and todoroki, and you still buried in the blanket, sinking everything in. you pull the sheet slowly until your eyes peek out. it's unbelievely annoying, again, how fucking adorable you are, katsuki thinks.

"you do? since when?" you ask in a tiny voice that will echo in his mind for the rest of the day, he knows it.

"does it matter?"

"no?" you pull the blanket over yourself again.

and then another minute of agonizing silence.

"katsuki?"

"what? you need anything?"

"yeah. kind of."

"what is it?" he starts to panic a little, "tell me." your fever completely slipping his mind in the heat of the moment.

"can you tell me you like me again when i get better? i have a feeling i'll remember this is a fever dream, then i won't stop talking about it to you, and it'll be so embarrassing."

his mouth quirks up into a smirk. "how about this," he pulls the blanket off you and leans slowly, your cheeks flushing even hotter. he brushes his hand against your forehead and gently presses a kiss, his heart in shambles when he catches brief sight of you shutting your eyes tight. "i like you."

you open them again to see a devilish smirk on his face, except it's noticeably much softer than the usual one he wears. he kisses your cheek next, inhaling your scent as he presses his lips against your warm skin, "i like you."

you're a whole mess now. it's the feverish heat spreading across your cheeks as his hand makes its way to yours under the blanket, the close proximity of bakugo katsuki, his scent, the immense heat that gets you dazed and hitches your breath when he props his forehead onto yours. it's the years of closeness and familiarity you've always shared with him, now blooming into something more, like a flower that has just learned to face the sun and bask in the sweet, easy morning air.

"i like you." he says again. maybe he is a match for you after all. "if it's the only way to shut you up. i'll tell it over and over again."

you fell first. bakugo katsuki fell harder, much harder. seeing you escape under the blanket again and squealing when he tries to pull it back down, he doesn't remember what is it that he found so terrifying in falling in love with you.

it's you, after all, isn't it? the most annoying little shit he's always loved.

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 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : big and beefy pro hero bakugo has been on my mind lately ᘏ⑅ᘏ  if you notice this is a repost from my old blog no you don't shhh...

 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : established relationship, fem! reader, possessive pro hero! bakugo, mentions of dumbification and overstimulation, cursing

"Shit, if you keep squeezing around me like that I'm gonna cum again."

He’s panting above you, thick arms holding himself up, hands planted right next to your head as he rolls his hips against yours, each thrust calculated and deep. To Bakugo you couldn’t get more beautiful than this - completely fucked out beneath him, your glossy lips parted to let out the sweetest moans, your eyes hazy from pleasure, your cunt creaming around him.

“Stop squeezing,” the blond hisses, only to snap his hips harder against your own, driving his cock impossibly deeper. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s made you cum, your body pliant and weightless beneath him as you clench around him again and again. Your bodies are a mess of cum, sweat, spit and skin, heated breaths mingling together.

“Can’t help it,” you whine, your voice airy, small little gasps of pleasure following your words. “No one can fuck me like you can.”

There’s a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes darkening like a predator that’s just caught its prey. He punctuates his words with another harsh thrust into you, grinning when you mewl. “That’s right, baby. No one can fuck you like I can. You’ll remember that won’t you?”

He knows you’re barely lucid, you’ve already gone dumb on his cock, little babbles of ecstasy tumbling from your swollen lips as you nod over again over again. He leans down a few inches so his nose brushes against yours, making you feel small beneath the broadness of his shoulders. “I’ll fuck this pretty little cunt of yours till it’s just me it can think about.”

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Two words:

Praise kink