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#i lowkey wanna be him so bad
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taeyong is truly so beautiful when i see him i feel like i am looking at an angel
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vulturv0lans · 6 months
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continuation of this post | wriothesley x f. reader | nsfw
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the fortress of meropide is a cacophony of different sounds at night.
old pipes groaning, the clanking of metal against metal as gardes complete their rounds, the whispers between prisoners and stern warnings from the wardens.
and, every once in a while, there would be muffled moans and the clapping of wet skin against wet skin coming from behind the closed doors of the duke’s office.
you lay face down and bent over his desk, hands messily bound with his tie and eyes rolled into the back of your head as wriothesley pounds into you like you’re the only thing on his mind. his fingertips pressing dark bruises onto the skin on your hips, heavy pants exchanged in the air between you as he bottoms out, the round of your tits jiggling delightfully in rhythm with his thrusts.
a few documents lie wrinkled and forgotten on the floor, and all wriothesley can think about is how good you feel around him, so tight and gripping him like a vice, and how good you are taking him despite the stretch of his thick cock in your velvety walls. he pulls out a little and watches in satisfaction as your pussy grips onto him for dear life, his shaft glistening with the mix of your arousals and pulsating with desire.
your voice, once so sweet and smooth like honey, a songbird that carolled the most beautiful tunes, is reduced to little moans and gasps as you fight for air. the swell of your rosy lips an evidence of wriothesley’s earlier harsh tugs and nibbles, now shiny with saliva that has pooled at the corner of your mouth. he leans down to kiss you, tongue swiping a bold stripe against your bottom lip to savour your taste, your name a breathy whisper right into your parted lips.
wriothesley maintains his unrelenting pace as he pounds into you even harder, until your tongue lolls out and your face contort in pleasure. he leans back and lifts your hips higher, his cock hitting that one spot with controlled precision that threatens to send you over the edge.
your mind is clouded with fog and all you can think about is chasing your high, every word in your vocabulary replaced by his name and his name only. your surroundings blur and you lose track of where you are, who you are, and only him remains. the smell of him in your nostrils, the taste of him on your tongue, the warmth of his hands on your skin, and the jolts of ecstasy with every thrust of his hips-
“your grace-”
you moan out in a moment of fucked out bliss, your voice sultry and just a little bit shaky, your mind completely oblivious of the effect you have on him until you feel the air being squeezed out of your windpipes.
something primal inside wriothesley threatens to break free from its reigns. his eyes glazed over with blinding desire, your sweet little voice moaning his title and worshipping him in your cockdrunk state is the last thing he knows before his hand is circling your throat and he’s fucking into you with renewed fervour.
amid the groaning pipes, robotic footsteps and hushed whispers is a new harmony of his heavy grunts and your high pitched moans. lowering his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit, the lack of oxygen amplifying your pleasures tenfold, wriothesley leans dangerously close to you and whispers darkly in your ear,
“call me that again.”
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theloveinc · 9 months
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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.
It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).
He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.
Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.
It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.
There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.
But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.
(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.
"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)
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throwmethroughawindow · 8 months
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anyways what’s stopping me rn from writing a fanfic where ProHero!Bakugou stumbles across fanfictions about him and he jokingly starts reading them to the rest of the heroes but he starts to get a little annoyed at how the writer portrays him so he goes out of his way to make an account (blackandorangeexplosionking) to comment on the fics like
“Dynamite wouldn’t do this”
“He can definitely lift more than 800 hundred pounds”
“He doesn’t smell sweet, he smells really manly and not like caramel”
“Dynamite doesn’t live in a fuckin’ penthouse, he has a nice house in the suburbs away from all these extras. He’s not like fuckin’ IcyHot”
And the writers like ???? Shut up these are my headcanons about him and you can’t change how I see him??? If you wanna write what you think he can / can’t do, what he does / doesn’t like, write your own stories???
And he gets upset and comments “I know him personally and he thinks these are dumb stories”
And writers like 🙄🙄✋🏽lol ok whatever loser
And Bakugou gets so riled up he stops commenting on writers stories and just starts sending them messages on every platform they have; telling them that they have false information and they have no idea who dynamite really is and writing him how they do is stupid and writer finally gets fed up and is like ok let’s meet up and fckn talk at a coffee shop or something since you feel so passionate about these fictional headcanons / stories about a prohero who won’t ever see them
Bakugou’s foaming at the mouth ready to rip into the writer so he drops the name of a hole in the wall coffee shop and says they have 30 minutes, he’ll be sitting in the back and so he shows up 20 minutes early to sit and rehearse what he’s going to say and tell them to take down their stories because theyre not accurate but then the cutest cutie pie (writer🤍) walks in with an annoyed look on their face and he’s lost for words (wow for once) and doesn’t know what to say to them.
Bakugous wearing a mask and a hat pulled over his ash blonde hair but his carmine eyes are sharp as ever as he assesses the writer; their eyes widening in recognition of the pro hero Dynamite sitting in front of them. It had been Dynamite all along reading the silly head canons and stories about himself, no wonder he made comments like that. And oh my god the fucking smut Jesus Christ. Embarrassment was evident on writers face but they sit down across from him and patiently wait for him to tell them everything they got wrong.
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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TK/Carlos + Looks
↳ 2.08 Bad Call
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cheemken · 5 months
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hc that Iris was the one who got him his jacket
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zhi-liet · 9 months
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pirate hunter
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barbieb0y · 4 months
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f2p btw
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amakumos · 1 year
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binged xo kitty in 1 night btw .. did it for minho
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Guys I legit just had a dream where I read a bsd comic on here and it made me cry so much. And now im awake and its not real and I 100% do not have the artistic talent to recreate it (nor do i want to hurt myself that way, wow it made me cry so much)
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raulfernandez · 5 days
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Very Lewis Hamilton coded if you ask me
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loserposter · 1 month
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life is so much better when you arent obsessed with a cowardly moron
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ass-master-2000 · 1 month
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Actuallly, one last personal life story this week kinda just to air it out? One of my coworkers who like graduates high school within the next month was serving with me on friday and he just out of nowhere looked me dead in the eyes with a like smile on his face but a kinda lost… helpless look in his eyes and said in a kinda scared desperate voice: “I think I might be depressed”
And like we aren’t really close? I’m his manager and he’s a team leader and he does talk to me a lot but just like over silly things like star wars and he asks me to watch movies and listen to music he likes sometimes, so my first thought was it’s a joke right?
But he’s not the kinda person to joke about that? And we were…. Kinda busy…? So i sort of just started asking him if school was almost over, cause he’s in a bunch of ap courses and had a lot of tests that week so i knew that was probably part of it
But then, i didn’t really… talk to him about it? And I didn’t close for once and forgot to circle back?
So all weekend I’ve been worried about him cause he’s literally just this… kid who is super smart and leaving us for a great college in the fall but is starting to get depressed and he clearly trusts me??? Which is horrifying, like of all the people he chose me to confide in???
So my plan is to get him something. Like physical that he can hold that will remind him that people care about him and are rooting for him and like i know that’s not going to cure depression but like maybe it’ll make him feel a little better
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kirwell · 11 months
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writing villains be like
Me: *wants to write a good, comprehensible villain whose motives make sense, and the amount of effort they put into their schemes doesn't feel like overkill for the sake of the plot* Also me: "😭 aw poor baby is so hurt!! so angst😔 Everything you do is valid for your current mental state, bless🙏 you're allowed to reek mayhem because of that one betrayal that you probably could've gotten over, but a baddie gotta be bad💅🔥 and nobody understands, but I do it's okie king 👑💖"
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litwhorees · 2 years
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