#ehehehehe ok

[accidentcache]

Ooh karaoke!! Can I get an angry/breakup ballad mixed with a tiiiiiny little bit of seduction (like tension) with Touya please? :D

how long | charlie puth / dee's karaoke night

notes: ex boyfriend touya / dabi. cheating, suggestive, alcohol consumption, touya's an ass. language. some hawks mentions bc i could not help myself lmao. possible dark content: coercion? i don't know if this counts tbh.

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"i don't remember you drinking that before," a low timbre managed to crawl it's way down your spine and you knew immediately who it was before even turning around. or even smelling him. his distinct scent wasn't too far behind, which only further confirmed that you were right. "how long's that been goin' on?"

your tongue meets the inside of your cheek. the burn from your previous sip is still stinging the skin and taste buds inside of your mouth but you're ignoring it. almost as good as you are at ignoring him.

but one thing that both of you know is that it doesn't last for long.

touya's hands meet the bar-top on either side of yours, caging you against the wood as he stands behind you. his mouth is mere inches away from the sensitive shell of your ear and you hate how your body still instinctively responds when in his proximity.

"you're still keeping me out on ice here, pretty," he mumbles into the space nestled against your earlobe. the pads of his fingers drum along the bar-top. irritable, in a way. impatient. you can feel the warmth of his quirk and his skin through the fabric of your own clothes.

it's been months since you've been this close to him. you swore you'd never be in the same vicinity as him ever again, but this is dabi being dabi. and subsequently touya being possessive. and reckless.

"you want me to apologize again?" he continues speaking when you continue to stay silent. his lips now linger along the prickled skin of your neck. hovering and teasing, but never quite making contact. "i'll do it and then some. just say the word."

as much as you want his hands on you, how much you miss the taste of him-- you can't get what hawks had told you out of your head. a clandestine meeting for intel had given you more than just information on hero plans.

did you believe him at first? no. if touya never trusted hawks to begin with, why would you? your trust lied in touya's judgement. you believed it was a manipulation tactic to unsettle and sow discord within the league-- which ultimately it did when the two of you fought and broke up.

touya sleeping with hawks' girlfriend to get high value intel on the winged hero himself? not something you wanted your boyfriend of a year and half to confirm.

touya doesn't act remorseful at all. underneath, however— he's gutted. brokenhearted. he always keeps his cards close to his chest-- even with you. he'd never outright admit he's been struggling and regretful since everything happened. he knows he fucked up. why does he feel the need to keep re-hashing it?

he didn't want to cheat on you in the first place. the whole event was pathetic to him-- just as he found hawks himself. a lousy night with some woman that wasn't you, turned into a gamble of just how hard he was willing to fight to get back into your good graces and be worthy of your implicit trust once again.

touya's left hand leaves the bar and latches onto your hip, ring finger and thumb flexing into your skin like he's done countless times before.

you stiffen in your seat. the gut reaction was to lean back against him, to push into his touch and accept the warmth that had only ever been reserved for you. it's a brief moment of hesitation, but touya catches it. of course he does, he's too perceptive for his own good.

it's the alcohol dulling your senses. surely you don't miss touya's touch at all. he cheated on you for scraps of information on a mere pawn in his game. you don't miss the taste of his skin in the middle of the night when you're a mess of tangled limbs. it must be the whiskey.

his mouth moves lower against your neck, meeting the crook of skin where it meets your shoulder. you can feel his lips curl into a smirk, ghosting against your skin in that infuriating way that always gets you to unravel just a little more for him.

does he know this dress is new? the way his hand travels from your hip to fit snugly on the curve of your waist indicates so. his thumb runs a little pattern-- back and forth, back and forth. soothing. drawing you closer towards a breaking point with each provoking pass of his thumbpad.

touya's breath is hot in your ear. "this looks nice on you." his pointer finger and thumb pull the fabric taut before letting it snap back against your skin. your jaw clenches.

touya's lips trace the seam of his mouth and it grazes the shell of your ear. a flicker of shameful heat wanders down your spine.

"c'mon baby," his voice lowers-- purring in that one persuasive tone that only stokes the embers that threaten to ignite in your gut. is the alcohol making him talk like this? "indulge me just for tonight. i want to see how it looks on my floor first before anyone else gets to."

you knew when you turned around that it wasn't going to be one night. and you also knew that the moment you locked eyes with him that the dress wasn't going to leave his room either.

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[moechies]

you literally cannot tell me that kaiser doesn't love period sex... hear me out okie!

he's not the biggest fan at first glance. like any other normal being, he thinks it's rather gross and unhygenic -- i mean the period is literally the lining of your uterus being shed, so he's not the biggest fanatic right off the bat.

it's only when he sees you writhing painfully atop of your shared bed, sniffling into the soft sheets with soft groans. he snoops up behind you, pushing your hair back behind your ear before pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek, asking you what's wrong.

he only coos sadly when you tell him it's your period, and it's hurting real bad. he brings a big, warm hand and clasp it over your tummy, asking if there's anything he can do to help. you only shake your head, the least bit frustrated at his ministrations having being worn from the pain all day, and wanting nothing more but to bask in your pain for a bit.

it's only when he's sitting in your guy's living room, waiting on a pack of pads and some sweets he ordered to be delivered to the home, when he comes across a video that claims: having sex on your period makes your cramps hurt less! he quirks a brow and scoffs, in what world would that even make sense? he's quick to scroll on, but can't deny his suspicion on whether the spewing man was right or not. so he opens a searching browser, and upon further research, and scrolls through r/periodsex on reddit, he deemed the man's claim to be strangely correct.

so he titters himself back into the bedroom where you lay, now scrolling on your computer with an abundance of pillows and sheets surrounding each side of your body, and kaiser chuckles at the sight.

"maus.. you've heard that havin' sex on y'r period can rid your cramps?"

you scoff, on par to his reaction but yours expends a little more anger. "that's so stupid, miche." you scowl a bit, face lightening when he reveals a couple chocolate bars and little sweets from his back.

"i dunno, 'id some research 'nd i think it might be true." he whistles, strolling his way over to you and handing you a bar of chocolate, placing the rest onto your bedside table.

"thank you, miche!" you grin, taking a nibble from the sweet, "but, i don't think your little period thing is true. sounds stupid." you're the same as him. no wonder you guys are so perfect for one another.

"hm," kaiser hums, rubbing his chin, "wha'dya say we test it out, maus?"

and that's how he got you here -- arched evilly as his heavy cock head sides back and forth through your aching slit. it spills with tinted slick, coating his pale-pink shaft red.

"micha," you cry out, terribly embarrassed as his slowed actions. you thought he'd be quick to get it over with for your sake, but he seemed to be enjoying this little 'try-out' way too much. "hurry, s--so embarrassed." you cover your face and whine as he taps his cock against your wet cunt, loud, sloppy noises eliciting from the mess. "embarrassed? how come?" kaiser grins, "nothin' t'be embarrassed about, lovie. 's just me."

"i know b--but... don't want y'to think ‘m gross." you whine, handling at the white sheets.

"nothin' you do is gross, maus." kaiser hums. "you understand?" you nod quickly, knowing just how mean he could get if you even bother trying to talk down on his efforts to love you. "hase, i'll put it in now, yeah? tell if it hurts, swear."

"i will! f--fuck me, miche, pleasee," you whine, shaking your ass up against his erection.

"you're shameless, hase." kaiser laughs, wasting no time before he thumbs at the front of his cock, pressing the crown against your weeping slit. you two gasp simultaneously when he fucks only the tip into your cunt -- fuck.

your pussy is so much hotter, and much more tender than it usually is -- and he knows this fact well enough from the amount of times he's made love to this very pussy. you whine when you feel your tummy churn from another cramp, tears building against your lashline. "oh, fuck, hase." kaiser whines, inching himself bit by bit into your sensitive cunt, a gentle thumb coming down to massage at your swollen, pearly clit. "y'alright, maus? need me to stop? or slow?" kaiser asks considerately despite his urge to not listen even if you do tell him to. god, it feels so damn good.

"no! miche, m--more!" you whine,

"haaah," a soft murmur of 'so hot,' is all he can manage as he shuffles himself further and further into your pussy, coming to a halt when he hears a rather pitched yelp.

"hase? y'alright?" you're breathing heavily, paired up with loud breathy moans. he's never seen you in this state with just his cock shoved into you -- without even moving or any other felt on your body. "'s sensitive, yeah? the ladies online said so, too." kaiser hums, thrusting slightly.

"shu--shut up, micha, just fuck me, 'kay? slowly!"

"y'got it, hase, calm down, 'righ? just enjoy it, miche'll make you feel s'good. so fuckin’ pretty hase.”

and god -- when he looks down after pulling out a slight and sees his cock coated in a deep crimson, he groans so unbelievably loud unlike you've ever heard before. the pretty scarlet in contrast to his white skin is throwing him in a loop, unable to help himself as he humps back inside with little remorse. he whimpers and whines each and every time your quivering pussy clenches his cock over and over -- and he's not even sure if you're aware of what you're doing.

"fuck, maus. f--feels good?" he finally cracks, bringing his hand down again to massage at your clit.

"u--uhuh, good.." you mumble, drooling against the sheets with a bit of tongue poking out. fuck, you're cute."

"cum now, baby, c'mon." kaiser leans over, pressing your body further into the sheets with his chest pressed against your bare back. "you can do it." he whispers, watching you unravel and shudder around his cock with a mean pinch to your clit. "m--miche..!" your thighs shiver, crying as you cum meanly on his cock and messing his shaft with a mixture of your creamy nut and rufous blood.

kaiser groans, fucking you gently to ride out your orgasm. his strokes are slow and deep, making you gasp at each initial thrust. "i'll cum inside." not a question, just a statement, a warning if you will.

and he does just that, unraveling just a mere couple seconds after yours and shooting white ropes of thick spent into your poor pussy. he groans and pants all at once, pulling out with a soft plop and pressing a kiss to your asscheek before pulling at it to admire his artwork.

he whistles in awe, watching his load spill out of you and mix with your blood to create a peony pink -- and although feeling a sense of flailing pride having to see his nut spill out of you, he won't chastise his sweet girl for it this time.

"m--miche..."

"yes, baby. let me clean you up." kaiser grunts with a grin, arms wrapping you into his embrace and taking you to the bathroom. "lets shower, yeah? i'll wash y'r hair f'you."

you press a weak hand against his chest, "b--but did you like it? was it g--gross?" you ask nervously, tiredly, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"no, i told you, i'd never find any part of you gross, maus. i loved it." kaiser chuckles, holding no hint of recline in his cerulean eyes. "you sure?"

kaiser scoffs. the one thing about kaiser is that he never lies. he'll tell you straightforward when he oughts, and you know this much. but you can't seem to hide the impending doom of embarrassment that haunts you in the back of your head, even if he affirms you over and over. "like i'd lie, lovie. don't doubt my honesty now. it was fun, ‘nd yer so pretty everywhere." he pinches at your cheek, earning a playful slap to his chest. "how's your tummy? still hurts?"

you shake your head, "no, doesn't hurt anymore, swear." and kaiser only grins, kissing your forehead gently.

"good, lovie. let me warm the water."

[cynicallyneutral]

sakura: pick, a kiss from me or from her?

naruto, whispering: …a kiss from sasuke

sakura: 🫢

ino: 🤣

sasuke: ❔

[kitamars]

final piece for one of my classes this term

[8jib]

[neoluca]

my cybunny siblings!!! the burlap cybunny was designed by @mimikyuu <333

[inkykeiji]

Hi Clari! I don't know if youve answered something like this before but! What would Touya nii do if he found a little bullet vibe in readers room that she forgot to hide away 👀

tw: stepcest, touya is a Meanie!!, forced overstimulation (dubcon)

ooooh my gosh anon!! (*ﾉωﾉ)ᵉᵉᵏ listen if touya-nii found any sort of sex toy hidden in your bedroom that he did not either buy for you or give you explicit permission to buy—and he will find it, no matter where you try to hide it, during one of his routine inspections of your room (often performed while you are out of the house, without your knowledge or approval)—he would be LIVID. when you arrive home that day, you find him sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed loosely at the ankles and pretty pink bullet sitting untouched in his lap; the perfect picture of calm sans the blue fire roiling in his eyes, sharp and intense, bright flames flaring when your startled gaze flits from his face to his thighs, then back to his face, terrified.

you know you’re in trouble. you know you’ve done something bad.

with an even and borderline apathetic tone, he asks you when you were planning on telling him you had such a pretty little toy, slight sting gnawing on the very last word, suddenly spit from his tongue like it’s some sort of disgusting insult. when you can’t answer him, stuttering out some pathetic excuse of a response, half-finished and hiccuped, he laughs, cruel and void of humour, the melody furious, ringing with the implicit promise of retribution.

it’s cute that you thought you could hide this from him, he tells you as he picks up the vibe, turning it in nimble fingers, thoughtful. it’s cute that you think you can hide anything from him now, that he won’t always and inevitably figure out the truth, that he won’t swiftly and severely enact rightful punishment immediately following his discovery. how precious, how utterly idiotic.

he’s disappointed, he continues, solemn, and you think he really does sound upset, hurt—only contradicted by that blazing, unblinking sapphire scathing your face as it devours your guilt, and that slight sadistic twitch at the corner of his mouth, threatening to grow into his favourite lopsided grin when those thick tears finally spill past your lashes. you could’ve just asked; he probably would’ve said yes. but what’s done is done—you have it now, and it would be such a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think?

he certainly does think so, which is exactly why he’s going to spend the rest of the night assaulting your cunt with the stupid fucking thing—until every muscle is quivering from extreme overstimulation, bones turned liquid, limbs aching with the heaviness of pleasure-tinged pain, everything gone useless; until your entire body is covered in a sheen layer of damp salt, sweat and tears and snot and cum slathered across your skin, saturating your sheets into something sticky and gross—and then maybe you’ll think twice about buying a toy without his express permission again.

[biantianyang]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN I CARVED QI RONG!!!

[kakushusband]

Man fuck it all whatever. What if she was real and not part of the world's most insane plot for a late 2000s kids show. What if i got something just this once.

^ not referenced to make this version whatsoever but here. for comparison ig.

I find it so funny that her whole thing was trying to get Buzz to trust a girl who was supposedly very similar to him... But didn't show it at all. For better or worse idk

Btw yes midway thru coloring her it Hit me

[sloppy-syrup]

The insatiable urge to annoy your siblings

AHHH I LOVE THEM SM THEYRE SO SILLY AND ADORABLE <333

GOT BORED AND DREW THIS IN BIOLOGY LMAOO

CAUSE WHY DO BABIES ALWAYS WANNA TOUCH EACH OTHER?? OR MAYBE MY COUSINS ARE JUST WEIRD LOLOL

[cherry-bomb-ships]

How Mojo Jojo sees Cherry (yes, even though he's half their height) 💖💖💖

[[💛 Reblogs are encouraged and very appreciated! 🥺 Original image under cut. ❤️]]

[marichatmay]

We got through May and you all did not disappoint. So many beautiful pieces were made this year and it was truly a treasure to see <33 In the meantime if you haven't finished your prompts, feel free to continue and we will reblog them. Otherwise, Happy Ladrien June and Happy Pride Month!!

We can't wait to see you next year :3

[storiesoflilies]

just came back from work and it is now time to LOCK TFFF INNNNNNN!!!!

[sunflawyer]

hi friends!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ ⁾⁠⁾

just wanna say that im currently opening Art Trades!!! 💖💖💖 in case you want to do an art trade with me just hit my DM!! 💖💖💖 ehehehe

I'd love to draw your ships waaaahheheh

a little sunflawyer for decoration 🤎🧡

[bizarrescribblez]

been having a rough past two days and its corny as shit but thinking about skwisgaar comforting me/him being there in general helps a lot :,( i cried a bit earlier (tldr cat stuff) and after i just thought about his hand on my thigh or back and giving me comforting rubs as i let all the tears out cuz i was just covering my face bawling 😭 i feel like he’d understand me not wanting to move/uncover my face/eyes and that i just gotta dump the wave of sadness/sad thoughts out and that ill be fine once i do so.. and after that he’d hug me and tell me how its all going to be okay and that even tho its a sucky situation he’s proud of me for cleaning up all the mess that was made and waiting till i was alone/not overwhelmed with stuff going on to let it all out instead of exploding in tears immediately :,( myskwisgaar ouhhhh

[freakpercent]

uurrhhhhhgh gotta draw sting durian tomorrow... maybe crushed pepper even....