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Friend, I just screamed. SCREAMED.
How about this~ if I may request an Enji that happens to see a perfect little darling happening by and can't help himself...
...I'll happily write a request for you in exchange!
You'll get yours 😈 when I think of one
Subject: BNHA, Enji Todoroki aka Endeavor
Title: Future
Trigger Warning: Obsessive behavior, kidnapping, fantasizing, breeding (mentioned), Enji is a Karen confirmed
Enji fumed walking to his tailor. He had received a message from one of his sidekicks stating that his presence was "unnegotiable" at tonight's charity gala and worse, he needed a new suit within a handful of hours because he'd put on so much muscle mass that he'd burst out of his old one. It was turning out to be a rough and irritating day.
He shoved open the door to the shop, the little bell jingling to make his presence known--as if he needed it when his heavy footsteps.
A tiny figure popped up from behind the counter. "Just a minute! Mr. Ao is currently working with another client but I'll be more than happy to help when I put these swatches away."
Great, the apprentice. Well, it didn't matter to him as long as you sewed his suit correctly. He was paying good money for the best possible service, after all.
He didn't pay much attention when you lead him to a private fitting room. It wasn't until you closed the door that he remembered where he was. The private room was decently sized with a rack of premade jackets to the side, three mirrors that caught every angle in the room, a small table full of sewing equipment, and of course the dark wooded chair for Enji to sit in.
In this room alone with you, he finally processed who he was looking at. You. With your pretty little sewing apron and messy hair. Your tiny but nimble hands unwrapping the measuring tape. The way you politely commanded him to lift his arms as if you could possibly command him to do anything...
He wanted you. Bad.
Feeling your hard-working hands wrap around the meat of his muscles, giving a gentle squeeze to measure the give for the fabric. Your short arms struggling to wrap around his waist, pulling the measuring tape taught against the planes of his abs and dragging it up to the full curves of his sculpted pecs. He shivered when the tape scraped his nipples through his shirt.
"Are you cold?" You asked.
God, even your voice was cute.
"I don't get cold," Enji said. He was still grumpy, you being the cutest thing he'd ever seen hadn't changed that.
"Oh, okay." You picked up his old suit and examined it, comparing your new measurements with the old recorded in Ao's customer book. "Wow, you sure gained a lot of muscle Mr. Todoroki. Looks about a whole three inches of girth all around."
Why did you have to say girth? Now he was thinking about those little hands wrapped around the meat of his cock. Would those tiny hands of yours even be able to wrap around his balls? God, feeling you cup them would be amazing, desperately trying to wring his cum from them--
Now was not the time to be fantasizing, he reminded himself.
"Where's my tea?" Enji demanded, trying to get his mind off of you. "Mr. Ao always has tea prepared for his guests."
"Right! Sorry, sir." You skittered out of the room and returned with a paper cup of steaming green tea. When your hands brushed his for that split second of transference, Enji could have sworn he felt sparks.
When he married Rei it hadn't been for love. It had been about power when he spread her open and bred her. Enji knew of love and saw it everything and everyone but himself. But now... He felt it. This was love. Or at the very least, this was his breeding instincts begging for one last round in the ring.
Would you be a good girl for him, like Rei? Or would you fight him every step of the way? He could imagine you clawing at the wide expanse of his back, your tiny legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into you hard enough to ensure you couldn't escape him the next day. You wouldn't want for anything under him, nothing but freedom--assuming you were coherent enough from his cock that you remembered you wanted it.
Shit, you were talking again. Oh you pretty little thing, didn't you know what you were doing to him? You had to know.
It took him everything to focus on what you were saying, "Since we don't have time to make a whole new suit, I thought maybe we could change the design to add more fabric in a fashionable capacity." You picked up a tablet and showed him a rough sketch of his jacket with red fabric inlaid in the seams to accommodate his size. Frankly he knew nothing about fashion so it looked good to him.
He just wanted you to touch him again.
"That's fine," he said. "As long as I have full use of my arms and legs. You wouldn't know anything about being a hero, but even the clothes we wear outside of work need to accommodate our movement as well as be quirk resistant."
"Of course, sir! Hero work is really intense. I can get started on your suit right away and have it delivered to your address with time to spare. Should I have Mr. Ao bill to the usual account?"
"Will you be the one delivering it?"
"Ah, no. We usually outsource deliveries, sir."
"Hm. I think it would be best if you did. That way you can come with me to the gala." What was he saying! "It would be... Uh, it would be a good way for you to show off your work, maybe make some connections. People from all walks of life will be there, I'm sure that this could be a good opportunity for you."
"I... I don't know what to say." You blushed, sweet and shy, confidence slipping in the face of opportunity. "I would love to."
"Excellent, my driver can take us there and back. Just dress nicely."
"Of course, sir, and thank you again. I'm going to get started on the modifications."
"Please do." Enji stood up, turning away from you quickly and coldy to walk out the door so you couldn't see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants.
He reminded himself to be patient.
Later that night when you arrived in your pretty, slim fitting dress and his bold but fashionable tux, Enji said, "You're a little early. Please come in. I'll make you some tea before I change."
"Oh, I don't want to bother you Mr. Todoroki!"
"It's no bother." He gestured for you to come inside and the moment your foot crossed the threshold of your new home, Enji firmly closed the door and locked it. "Now, why don't we talk about your future?"
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guzhufuren · 4 months
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mistikfir · 6 months
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2X13 "Mizumono"
- Did you kill him with your hands? - It was very intimate. - It deserves intimacy.
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bandzboy · 9 months
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'PHANTASY' Pt.1 Christmas In August ↳ Tracklist
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jimmys-zeppelin · 6 months
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bloodlust
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mature content / nsfw / blood / vampirism
My veins are constricting into themselves. Thinning. My fingers and toes run cold and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears slower and slower with each second that goes by.
His lips are red-hot on my neck. Small, button-nose inhaling the scent of my skin as he gets his fix of me. His hair falls into perfect curls on his shoulders. He’s so absolutely beautiful I can’t contain it. I hold his bicep, my grip getting looser as he drains me. I try to squeeze when my fingers tingle, but to no avail. My body shivers beneath him and the blood starts dripping from his mouth when he can no longer hold any more. The flow is too much for him to drink.
“Jimm…” I whimper. Still-hot blood drips down the mounds over my chest, trails down the length of my torso. His fingers are inside me, and soon the blood encounters him. He thrusts my own blood back into my body. I can taste it in my mouth.
Then, I convulse. It’s euphoric.
“So good for me,” he mutters. Tears fall from my eyes. I love him.
I fall into a void of black. He’s taken too much—not enough. I’m grateful. It’s an orgasmic experience. Before I black out I hear him: his moan of graciousness. I served him adequately. It makes me happy.
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hi 👀
so I had this idea yesterday about vampire jimmy and immediately started writing it. it's very far out of my comfort zone and much darker than what I usually write. if you're all interested, I can write it out to be longer and maybe even make it a few part one-shot series. please let me know. as always, thank you so much for reading.
happy halloween! 🎃
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julietianboy · 8 months
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) faraeyes . 🌷
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[ ID: A flag with eight horizontal stripes, the first and last stripes being thinner, in the following colors: light cyan, turquoise, lighter turquoise, mint, light pink, soft pink, pink and purple. In the center, there's a drawing of an eye, split into shades of purple and turquoise. /End ID ]
-> definition: a fantasium(link) gender related to eyes or eye motifs in fantasy, such as: eye related magic, eye motifs in fantasy media, fantasy creatures with unique eyes, etc.
-> source: flag by @tr3nd3r-c0r3
-> etymology: fara + eyes
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candiid-caniine · 7 months
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omg. just had the meanest idea. I'm idly shopping for dog clickers online to start my clicker training era and apparently there's a type called a cricket clicker. idk what it's for but my very literal brain thought:
Gods...what if I was clicker trained to hit the edge when I hear the noise. except instead of a clicking noise it's to a recording of a cricket chirp.
imagine the HELL that would be in the spring and summer. I have gone this whole summer in our house hearing crickets. for hours at a time.
just. you wouldn't be able to take me anywhere in the mornings or evenings. I'd be trying to wheel up the lawn for work and id just hear crickets and would speed double time to get inside lmao. I'd be glad to be in a wheelchair, sitting down, for how many times id hit the edge in a row....
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hungryhungryc4nnib4l · 2 months
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I just want you to slit open my stomach and fuck the wound. Sigh.
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samuraisharkie · 1 month
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that virtualtoybox person literally told me they aren’t reading what I said and then tried to talk to me w about as much in their tags lol. i never understand people that go ‘I’m not reading all of that but you should read what I have to say” bc like. imagine how infuriated ur gonna get when that response is leveled right back at you? and judging by their tags they didn’t read past my very first line. bc they started comparing animals and animal rights to eugenics which is EXACTLY what I was saying is extremely dangerous to do. That’s exactly how people start calling things that happen to animals a ‘Holocaust’ and I’m positive such a statement is made in that book they told me to read. I’m disabled too. I know what I’m talking fucking about too. In the animal section, I for SURE know more than you do! Because if you knew and truly cared about animals and their welfare, you wouldn’t be talking like PETA. Here’s a trick to other disability activists: learn about animal welfare by volunteering on farms and educating yourself on breeders and the industry rather than getting involved in PETA! And another critical trick: NEVER compare animals to people! That’s exactly what the freaks that think any living thing with a deformity that should die are doing. These people would clutch their pearls the moment they hear farms cull undesirable animals bc they can’t afford to keep every single one and have to streamline their breeding and raising to what will help keep the farm running. That doesn’t mean these farmers want to do the same to people, because the animal is NOT a person and doesn’t live like one. Our lives are not even remotely comparable! People like OP are the people that keep a wild bird with an amputated wing alive bc in their mind it would be insinuating all amputees should die if the bird is put down, and next thing the bird is on the Dodo as inspiration porn. Duex Face is an exception to two headed animals, not the rule. Don’t tell me to do my research when you’re spouting talking points from people that have caused more problems for animals as a whole second only to the commercialization of animal industry. Maybe you need some research (field research) instead! They’re going to block me and I’m assuming that’s why I can’t rb the post anymore even if I wanted to (like I said I didn’t want to start a fight so like. I’m not going to be yelling and acting like an asshole. I swore a bit in the tags initially bc I feel very strongly about how animal rights activists have fucked up disability activism by acting like there’s equivalency in our existences, but that’s not targeted. Most was going to respond telling them that if they feel this strongly they need to be reading more about the animal industry rather than relying on people that are in no way experts on animals talking as an authority on them, and using that to tie with their human rights activism as if animals rights and humans rights are even remotely the same in any way. Whatever though at least the tags are there if anyone who cares enough actually reads them and thinks about them. Will most likely just attract militant vegans and ARAs like the op but whatever)
#ableism tw#why are people caring more about animal rights than human rights. acting like an animal has the same existence a human does#why aren’t we instead pointing and making books about the HUMAN eugenics happening right in front of our eyes.#why do we have to talk through fantasized anthropromorphized animals#why do you people have to imagine an animal feels like you do in order for people to care.#to an extent I’m sure there is a level to which you can say ‘yeah this person is ableist’ judging by how they talk about outside subjects#and I agree that the people who want Deux Face put down are ignorant and a few likely are ableist#but treating it like there is ZERO NUANCE and that every person who holds concern for whether the animal is suffering or not is ableist#is ignorant and harmful#this situation is way way more than what op made it out to be and you can already see in the replies how ARAs have latched onto it#to get on their soapbox and declare that anyone that treats animals as anything less than human are ableist eugenists#(while simultaneously disrespecting people that are actually living through those situations aka comparing animal culling to a Holocaust.)#it doesn’t matter if you’re part of the demographic that’s being harmed and you have no problem with it you don’t speak for all of us#and despite being an activist you CAN be misinformed and fueled by bias!#if animals are fur babies with human emotions to you than of course you will prefer the ‘beast of burden’ argument#I’ll check that book out honestly. would be good to know how to refute what OP built their beliefs off of
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coyote-in-the-mirror · 5 months
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Love is not enough. I need a mutual obsession.
Someone who will burn down the world for me if I ask them to, knowing that I would gladly maul anyone for them in return like the pathetic mutt I am.
Someone who will love me in all of my monstrosity, whose eyes will never wander, because being without me is like lacking oxygen. And I will be forever faithful with unwavering loyalty, as my person is perfection- they're everything I will ever need.
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corruptmango · 10 months
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Did anyone else fantasize about being prescribed a medication that would make you nauseous all the time and make every food unappetizing? Stg if this was just a me thing 😐
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Reading through the comments on a tt and they're all abt how cat scratches r embarrassing and hardly even sh and it's the most triggering comments section I've ever read (I don't even do cat scratches anymore 💀)
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t-dick-swag · 4 months
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Need someone to use me but Idgaf about them
Their fucking into me with their cock/strap, trying to make me feel as good as they do but I'm just on my phone or reading without even acknowledging them no matter how much they whine or beg for my for my attention
Need them to cry when I don't give them permission to cum, only telling them they'll get to once I'm done with what I'm doing, that their so fucking pathetic for getting off on my body alone while their drooling like a mutt
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white-rose10 · 4 months
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3 AM: the time of failure, fantasy, and fatality
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hungryhungryc4nnib4l · 2 months
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I need to be stabbed,
Over and over
Watching blood weep from the wounds
Staining everything it touches in crimson
Feeling the pain, writhing beneath it, and held still.
I need to be restrained gently by loving hands as steel parts skin
Shushed as I whine and told,
“It’s okay. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you. Never again. You’re mine, and mine alone to destroy.”
It would be okay to die this way, I think,
Knowing there is no safer place you can be.
No better way to die,
Than by the hands of someone that loved you.
You know they’ll take care of it.
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cawziiku · 4 months
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I'm not gonna be responding to these anymore, I don't want to have to think about this rn, but I'm keeping the posts up
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