#tussles his hair

[grey-coded]

Brett is the guy ever

i fuckin love him sm. hesso. babygirl. malewife material if you will.

#fanart #inside job #inside job fanart #brett hand #brett hand fanart #brett fanart #the guy ever #why is he the way he is #he is so silly #brett my beloved #multifandom artist #enby artist #bi artist #small artist #artists on tumblr #tussles his hair #and tells him atta boy #he deserves everything #smooches him #golden retriever energy #i would die for him #inside job part two #inside job part 2 #malewife #he looks so cuddly #he like me fr #he would love hot chocolates #like on the daily #inside job brett #brett inside job

[hastyprovocateur]

"... you got a girl"

"a preetty girl!"

"Wait..."

"How does that work?"

Blue Eye Samurai (2023)

#answer his question fruitcake #funfact- mizu knocked out all of akemi's hair ornaments while tussling with her lol #akemi looks so cute! #they didn't show us mizu tying her up though... #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x akemi #akemizu #mizemi #akemi blue eye samurai #bes akemi #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu bes #hasty loves bes

[devils-yui]

Percy still being critically bruised and wounded himself but still managing the energy to be there and save Vex. Is just. So...

I'm going to say it again, but I love them both very dearly and the dynamic and their protection for each other.

#Percy looking all tussled up from his hair to his clothes is definitely a new look but-- it's very evident he's been battered #The Legend of Vox Machina #Critical Role #CR #TLOVM #TLOVM spoilers #The Legend of Vox Machina spoilers #Vox Machina #Vox Machina Spoilers #vm #Live blogging #Tlovm s2 spoilers #The Legend of Vox Machina Season 2 Spoilers #The Legend of Vox Machina Season 2 #Percy de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowki de rolo iii #Percival de rolo #Vex'ahlia #perc'ahlia #The Hope Devourer #The Hope Devourer Spoilers

[casperghosty]

I feel so called out 🫡 also Rhett are you lurking here....I'm sure people talk about Link's hair here more than yt comments...

#i might be wrong #i try not to go to comments #some people are wild there #Rhett definitely LOVES the tussled look #rhink #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #I LOVE when Link's hair falls on his forehead

[designernishiki]

sibling on sibling VIOLENCE

#she’s out for BLOOD #god she’s so autistic it means the world to me. she just says shit #Yuki #majima #sunshine siblings #rambling #y0 #I love that she doesn’t change At All over the years on this front so when majima’s an infamous yakuza patriarch #feared by most beneath him years later she’s still like. what the fuck are you wearing you punk ass loser you look like a #walking mid-life crisis lol #I can imagine her saying some shit like that around some of his men and them staring at them wide eyed and scared for her life #and majima just insults her back and tussles her hair and messes it up on purpose

[osakamichi]

I need more pictures where kimi just looks like this

#kimi raikkonen #cant even say 'normalest guy' because he isnt #even when he looks like this i coo at him #the tussle of hair sticking out #his smile #the type of guy you see and think #what the hell . actually hes cute #f1

[todayisafridaynight]

why aren’t people talking abt the fact that we got TWO new daigo outfits in infinite wealth we were fed so well……he literally looks so good the hair strands n everytignjshsbandnabxhahxbab

i have been told two/three months is not an adequate time period to see all of IW so its fair to assume a lot of people dont know about his new outfits if theyre dodging spoilers about the game or dodging talking about the game

#iw spoilers #snap chats #i have no excuse tho rjPwEIDHS #i have IW outfit daigo doodles but i dont like them enough to post #maybe ill try doodling it again in my notebook since i cant draw on my cpu rn and ive been doing that instead to cope 💀 #his casual outfit is very good tho ….. i love it ….. #the new facial hair pattern did jumpscare me a lil but i still love him its ok #its so funny having seen majima and saejima show up to the millenium in their Signature Outfits #and then for the first time daigo shows up out of a suit with his hair tussled. love him

[pseudepigraphon]

Image description: A black & white portrait of a young man (Pava) in profile. He has an aquiline nose and tight-lipped frown, with a multitude of beauty marks and a thin scar on his cheek. Pava's long, curly hair is cropped at his forehead with lengthier portions coming down in front of his ears. The rest is tied back low, the tail of it abstracting into swirls that wrap behind his head and merge with the halo-esque circles behind him. He wears a high-collared robe, a neckcloth tied in a bow, and a teardrop earring. End ID.

the hairweaver (one of them)

#newt art #newt originals #world: l'ecchiraz #pava alle'manne #story: the hairweavers #his hair is longer before some of it gets burnt in a tussle...

[omtai]

@michaelmandog said something about nacho with short curly hair and i keep thinking about it soooo. here you go

#omtai art #nacho varga #michael mando #bcs #better call saul #pencil sketch #fanart #*tussles his hair like a little doggy* #i feel like ppl always draw him looking angry or dead inside #(i’m ppl) #and while he is #here’s a smiley little guy as a treat #i’m getting better at likenesses:) #nvm i thought for a second he looks like will graham now he looks like will graham #fuck my stupid baka life

[jasonsmirrorball]

autumn leaf 🍂 nonnie (and anyone else of course) what songs do we think give off guitarist!au vibes because so far i have why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys and what the hell by avril lavigne (such different vibes but we don’t care about that here)

#songs made for this daydream i feel because they r just perfect for singing to your hot as shit bandmate #tussling his hair and hanging all over him while you sing #jay my heart #guitarist!jason

[leakyweep]

dennis <3

#just look at his stupid little face #i love him so much #i wanna tussle his hair and call him buddy #i feel. so protective of this boy #best boy tag #denji #csm #liv speaks

[citrine-elephant]

can’t help thinking about zane getting his hair fucked up and he’s just in pure baby-piss-pants mode and won’t stop crying

#it's a fight right... #zane thinks a knife is coming at his head but it's an electric razor #and after a small tussle his shit has been fucked up #on one hand imagining this is hilarious #but on the other he seems to really really adore his hair to the point of likely being distrat over it #poor old man #the first time anyone sees him in a hat and visibly uncomfortable

[bakedbakermom]

look Fight Club is just a BAD episode. for so, so many reasons (at least two of which are kathy griffin).

but i will hold that it could have been redeemed in its entirety if they'd just shown us the scene where mulder and scully beat the crap out of each other with incredibly sexual overtones.

#i'm talking her thighs around his head and his hands around her throat and everybody moaning with tussled hair okay #i would watch 12 kathies griffin to get to that #txf #txf s7 #fight club (episode)

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, dubcon, coercion, bullying

fem reader

Your bully says he’s always been curious about what it’s like to fuck a geeky good girl like you—and that he’ll leave you if you let him have a taste.

You knew he was probably mostly joking when he offered… but you were sick and tired and perhaps a little desperate for the chance of him finally leaving you alone—so you balled your fists within his shirt, dragged him inside an empty classroom, and told him he could do whatever he wanted.

You don’t know who was more surprised.

He never knew you to be so brazen—but it’s not like you’re some blushing virgin, either.

You have experience. However, most of that experience is with nicer guys… not someone like him…

It’s not like you expected him to go easy on you, but still…

You bruise against the desk he has you bent over on—dewy-faced and panting, lying cheek-down in your own drool as he fucks full-chested moans right out of you. He snickers when your thighs shake, whistling with a grin when feeling your tight cunt flutter around him—slick dripping to the floor in a little puddle.

“You’re so wet it’s embarrassing.” He laughs.

He’s got your arms tussled behind your back, using your shirt as bindings—having balled your skirt up around your waist in two tight fists, knuckles white while using it to keep you still as he pounds into you with a mean snap of his hips. 

Your heart drops when you hear a rip. A second time when, you feel his movements still, and a thick warmth starts to fill you.

“Ah—fuck—don’t squeeze so tight—I’m ‘bout to—” He grunts, but it’s already too late once he pulls out.

Panting heavily as his cock drips with the last drop—hunched over—his eyes fall to your glossy cunt, half-mast while staring at the way his cum slowly leaks out of the still-fluttering little hole. 

He feels a cute-aggressive urge to slap it but doesn’t want to get his hand all sticky.

He pulls his pants up instead, only bothering to button his shirt up halfway, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Anyone with eyes could guess what he’d been doing with his sweaty hair and that flushed look on his face.

And yet he starts leaving without a care or a word. 

Already halfway out the door before you get your wits back.

“No—wait!” You warble, unknotting your sleeves to wrap your shirt around you. “You can’t leave me like this—my skirt…” You hold the tattered piece up for him to see, showing him the tear he’d made, rendering it unwearable.

His hand is still on the doorknob, only bothering to acknowledge you with a jaded look over his shoulder. “How’s that my problem?”

Your brows cinch that pitiful way it always does. That cute way that has his gut bubble and fizz. “Please…” You plead, and it’s almost enough to make his cock perk up again. “Just bring me a skirt from lost and found… please?”

He sighs—the door at his back as he leans against it with arms folded upon his chest. “Tch—and what's in it for me?”

You nibble your lip in thought—but you already know the answer. 

“I’ll be better at it next time—just... please?”

“Hm…” He hums in thought, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, tugged as if your words had pulled it with string. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

The door closed with a click, and you were left in the classroom alone.

A few minutes passed. You doubted his return. 

You could always call a friend… but you didn’t want to get anyone into any trouble—calling them when they’re in class. Also, how would you even explain it to them? What type of person skips class to have sex in an empty classroom? Not to mention, they’d ask who you’d done it with—and there was just no way you could tell them. It’d be too embarrassing—you might just die—and if anyone else ever found out, he’d more likely kill you himself.

Well… suppose you could always make the run to Lost and Found yourself. The hallways should be mostly empty at this hour, but there’s really no guarantee. 

In the end, the thought of someone catching you in cum-soaked panties makes you hold onto all hope that your bully would return as he’d said.

And fifteen minutes later, he does. Black school skirt in one hand and strawberry milk in the other. Seemed he’d taken the time to stop at a vending machine.

But you don’t care. Breathing out a sigh of relief—gratitude on your lips as you leap over to him. “Thank you—” 

You eagerly accept the skirt—putting it on just as quickly.

He leans back against the door again, sipping his carton while watching you fall still with dismay. Humored at the pout that takes your lips as you look up at him with those pitiful doe-eyes.

“This is too short…”

He hides his smile with a tilt of his head. “Oh?” He grabs his jaw and pretends to assess your bottom half with focus. “Hmm… turn around, lemme see.”

You listen trustingly—as though you actually believe he cares. It almost makes him laugh out loud at how fucking gullible you are. But he keeps his act tight. Humming at the sight of the skirt only barely covering the crease of your cute ass.

“You’re right—something’s off.” He admits. 

You look back at him just in time to see his smirk before he grabs you. 

Keeping you still with an arm wrapped around your waist, he tips you over and grabs your panties—pulling them despite your body's protests as you wiggle in his hold. You cry as the fabric wedges up between your asscheeks, kicking your legs behind you until feeling it rip.

“There you go…” He coos while letting go of you, twirling the torn string in his hand. “Now it fits perfectly.”

He chuckles at the pretty tears clumped upon your lashes as you look at him with your lip tucked between your teeth until you finally get the grit to say what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re an asshole.”

He sneers with a smile and bags your panties in his pocket—then turns around and opens the door. Leaving you worse off than before.

“Never said otherwise, buttercup.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

HQ – Kuro, Miya twins

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #smut #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia smut #mha smut #yandere mha #yandere bnha #my hero smut #my hero academia smut #bnha smut #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #yandere boyfriend #boyfriend #boyfriend scenarios

[todayisafridaynight]

EH?

WE FINALLY GONNA SEE HIM KILL PEOPLE ???

#snap chats #GOOD MORNING DIMSDALE I LOVE WAKING UP TO BLOODY ARAKAWA IN THE INBOX #WHATS COOKING OVER THERE RGG !!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN JANUARY BE HEERE ALREADY IM GIONG T FUCKING EXPLODE #his hair all tussled...... babes whats goin on....

[steddie-as-they-come]

Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

#based on the running joke between me and my roommate that my robotics kids are gonna break into my dorm room #one of them just got his license and im now even more worried #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #pre relationship