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willowser · 7 months
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katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's just—your fucking—hips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
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purpleminte · 4 months
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Sparkly AND Soft™
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chriscentric · 9 months
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cw // big dick chris, light breeding mentioned at the end [very self indulgent]
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chan has a huge dick and i’m not taking a no for an answer. he’s VERY girthy. length wise, maybe 5-6 inch? but yea. he is thick.
his cock fills every ridges in your hole to the point where your brain fogs and can’t think of anything else but him. his scent, his hands, his toned abs, his deep groans and his cock. he also has prominent veins on his dick and a pretty pink tip that is quite sensitive especially after you play with his balls <3
you want him to bottom out? make sure to size train before asking him to do so. i also think he is the type of person who KNOWS how thick his dick is but likes to hear you say it and see you squirm on his cock.
“am i too big for you baby? are you sure? don’t worry pretty baby, you can take it. i’m sure you can.”
“gonna split you open with my cock pretty baby. you like that? yeah? such a good slut for me.”
“take all of me baby, let me feel you squeeze your tight cunt around my cock yeah? you’re gonna make me cum and keep every single drop in you?”
he also strikes me as a person who would highkey have a strength kink. i mean, if he can knock your breath out just by bottoming out in you, who’s to say that he wouldn’t be down to manhandle his pretty baby?
just him pulling you up by the neck while brutally fucking you from behind and barely letting you take a breather due to his strong grip <3 mating press? his most favourite position. 100% would roughly push your knees up to your chest and milk his cock in your cunt and breed you like there’s no tomorrow <3
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qcomicsy · 10 months
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I don't think Bruce is ever angry at Jason. Frustrated? Yeah. But never angry. I think he's angry at himself. How can you hate the child who shoots blindly if it was you who taught them how to hold a gun?
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vampcubus · 1 year
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Yandere!Bunny Hybrid Izuku that thumps when people get too touchy with you, or stare at you too long while you’re out and about — that’s his job, thank you very much. Only he gets to leer at you with such blatant desire and a hot flush that nearly blots out his freckles.
You always turn to him with a brow quirked at the familiar sound, and one look at his pursed lips and pinned back ears has you scratching under his chin to comfort him. It almost works, his green lashes fluttering shut in bliss. Before his foot thumps the ground once more, this time accompanied by a displeased grunt.
“What’s wrong, ‘Zuku? Scary noise?”
“They keep staring at you, all while I’m standing right here,” Izuku whines, quickly shuffling into your personal space, clutching at your shirt. You only smile and drag his hips closer to yours by the belt buckle.
The action earns you a small gasp, and then a tooth purr when the display has the starer’s eyes skittering away, as if flustered.
“There. They aren’t looking anymore, grumpy pants.”
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hyewka · 1 year
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I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩😩
I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE
Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩
btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰
- 🦇 anon
warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread
a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂
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soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.
so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.
you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.
soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?
you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.
all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.
soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.
poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.
he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.
he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.
you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.
soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.
all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.
soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.
soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.
pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?
soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.
"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.
"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.
soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.
pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.
soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.
he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.
when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.
he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.
he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.
hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.
his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.
soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.
the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.
perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.
soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"
hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.
soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.
...right?
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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing
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devoteebloodbag · 2 months
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promise me you’ll never look at anyone the way you do me. promise nobody will ever occupy your thoughts the way i do
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chlorinecake · 1 month
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Does he know that I’m insane over him
Ofc he knows (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) … that’s why he walks around with those BEDROOM EYES OF HIS AND KISSABLE ASS LIPS ALL THE FUCKING TIME—
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snwbuni · 7 months
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my brain when i think of him <3
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bat-belliez · 7 months
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cruel preds whose smug laughter is suddenly broken by a huge burp 😵‍💫
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devoteebloodbag · 6 months
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look at me. only look at me or i will..do something to get your fucking attention. do you know the fucking lengths i will go to get your eyes only on me? you couldn’t fathom the things i would do
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snwbuni · 7 months
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knowing you is one of my greatest pleasures in this life.
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kaeddehara · 2 years
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imagine kazuha with a tongue piercing😳😳⁉️ + tattoo artist omgh☹️☹️
YOOO OK
i am such a slut for piercings like dear god it’s actually becoming an issue
i imagine tattoo artist kazuha being such a good artist i mean, he’s definitely talented in writing so it must carry over in his drawing abilities.
imagine coming in for an appointment, clearly nervous only to see the handsome attendant named kazuha at the front desk to help you. already your nervousness would increase seeing how pretty he was; shoulder length hair tied up, lots of ear piercings and a few tattoos along his pretty, pale skin. once you hear his calming voice it honestly helps you to relax. also imagine his fingers in those tight black gloves omf. he’ll take you through the whole process along with care for afterwards, doing his best to comfort you. truly just the sound of his voice makes anything he says so comforting and soft. he’ll get so close to you too :(( whispering how good you’re doing and asking you if it hurts at all. “so good, just stay like that” or “you’re doing so good, we’ll be finished soon” you catch on to his sly comments but keep it to yourself in the meantime.
after he’s finished and begins to clean you up, you can’t help yourself and pull him into a swift kiss. he’ll groan in surprise against your lips and as you continue kissing him, you feel a cold metal ball against your tongue which makes you only push him in more. letting both your tongues slide against each other as you both let out half moans and heavy breaths. after you both separate, the image of kazuha panting over you drives you even more insane, pulling him back in by his chin, you peck him and smile softly. “i hate to cut this short but i have another appointment very soon” you’d frown at his comment as he removed himself from on top of you and brushed some hairs out of his face. “don’t worry though..” he starts as he quickly writes down something on a scratch of paper.
“i’ll be available later if you want to continue this”, he finishes, handing you that slip of paper with his number on it. a playful smirk on his lips makes you all hot over again and you can’t help but to oblige, thanking him for the treat <3.
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chrissiepop · 3 months
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Boys have been acting real weird... At first, they were avoiding me and almost felt like they wanted nothing to do with me! But now it's like I can't go anywhere without them following like a litter of lost puppies...
It's so strange, but... Sometimes, these past few weeks, when I just need a break, I swear I hear voices and noises outside my window... Like tapping and knocking, I'm for real! I'm... pretty sure the wind doesn't ask to be invited inside...
I talked to that man down at the video store, Max? I think he's a sort of guardian for em, says I'm just seeing and hearing things... That the boys are just going through a little spring fever like teens do, and I should just let it pass for the next few months and maybe distance myself....
He's sorta a weird fella, ain't he? Nice, but... He's got a vibe. I don't like how he always seems calls me Anastasia. Silly, sweet Anastasia.. I don't like it. Not one bit.
Aah man, this is all getting weird! I'm just gonna listen to some Billy Idol and Prince and hopefully 'the wind' doesn't bother me..
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charliemwrites · 7 months
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how do each keeper and their pet celebrate halloween?🦇
Oohoohoo don’t mind if I do!
Feral loves a spooky scary Halloween!! She and Simon watch a horror movie every night, and she’s extremely fascinated when he chimes in on anatomy or torture. They bake treats and decorate the house all spooky and gothic. She even dresses up some days, which are obvs Simon’s favorite. They carve pumpkins (she is relegated to one of those janky little saws) and light them up with fake candles. Feral baked pumpkin seeds to snack on.
Shy Thing actually also likes horror movies! Not ones that seem realistic - like home invasions or kidnappings, for example. But she loves a paranormal stuff or creature features, even she screams and hides against Johnny’s shoulder. They bake pumpkin bread (Johnny kneads) and lots of sweets. Like so many sweets, dear god. They carve one huge pumpkin together and Johnny chases her with pumpkin guts. He also gets her a black cat plush that she adores and cuddles with when he’s gone.
Good Girl enjoys Halloween but she’s not keen on horror movies. She either thinks they’re dumb or needlessly gorey and cheap. But she’ll watch classics, and a couple of the higher rated paranormal ones. She has to be up on the couch with Price in case there’s a jump scare she’s forgotten. He happily pulls her legs over his lap while they snuggle; he also suffers through the more campy movies like Hocus Pocus and Rocky Horror (he gets the entire soundtrack stuck in his head for three days). He lets her carve a small pumpkin out on the porch while he smokes a cigar. They decorate the house together very tastefully - pretty new blankets, leaf garlands, tiny gourds. Also she loves candles, so when she’s been good, he lights them around the house.
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sn0wbat · 22 days
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the proposed gender neutral bunad (norwegian folk outfit), but with my personal modifications to make it look more like... well, a bunad i guess??
with my oc as the model of course <3
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