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Mmmmh... ✨Morally gray characters✨

Yandere Garou's Type

I just reread opm manga and I’ve been wanting to write smth about Garou’s type of girl so here it is! Just some hcs for now, though, and beware of spoilers!

Since it’s implied that Garou likes kind women, I believe that he secretly loves to be taken care of. You know, the typical ‘tending to his wounds’ and ‘being scolded for his recklessness’. He’s especially annoyed with the latter, but most of all, he doesn’t really understand why you bother to do that to him. Yeah, he might’ve saved you from some perverted hero once, but that’s because he’s just looking for an opponent, okay?! Not because he secretly cares about you, a civilian, or anything like that. Your gratitude alone is a bonus, but you going out of your way to nurse his injuries is just… too much. Unnecessary, even, because he can do it himself. He’s a fighter, and he’s used to being beaten up.

But, oh, he doesn’t tell you about the way his heart beats faster every time you do this. He doesn’t tell you about the way his body goes rigid at your proximity, or the way his skin prickles at your body heat, or the way his eyes stare at your face. Don’t you know that your frown makes you look even cuter? You’re frustrated because you both know that you’ll do this again, and it’s a routine that Garou looks forward to. It certainly adds a novelty to the same old cycle of training, eating, and fighting. And when you pout at his stubbornness, he just can’t resist the urge to steal a glance at your lips.

Once again, it’s something that he keeps close to his chest. Garou doesn’t really know how to respond to positive attention. He’s not popular, and has never been. No girls go out of their way to approach him. His parents alone don’t care much about him, and he’s been bullied for far too long he became a bully himself. Or a ‘monster’, because a ‘bully’ sounds too childish. Too measly for the grand plan he has for this unjust world. He pushes Bang, his master, away, despite his clear concern for him. And he pushes you away, too, thinking that you’re wasting both of your time.

At least, at first.

Whenever you happen to encounter him in your city, you always yell at him to stop and sit down for a moment. You don’t always play doctor on him, either. Sometimes you buy him a coke or a meal and ask about mundane things like his day. He doesn’t really understand that question because you always cringe whenever he mentions his brutal fights, but any opportunity to brag is always welcomed. Secretly, Garou hopes that you agree with his idealism too. But even if you don’t, he still continues on regardless. Maybe someday, you’ll finally realize your mistake as he becomes the absolute evil that connects people together.

And, honestly, this is for your sake too. That perverted hero would’ve harassed you had Garou didn’t find you first, and nobody would’ve believed you over a popular figure. Especially when there’s no witness nearby.

Garou will never admit it, but he often follows you around. He tried to go one day without patrolling your city, he really did, but he found himself anxious at the thought you being in danger. He also won’t hesitate to beat up anyone or anything who bothers you, be it a hero, a civilian, or a monster. And despite his penchant for boldness, Garou is more than capable of being secretive. Those ‘accidental’ encounters with you? Well, they only happen because he wants you to notice his presence. Other than that, you’ll be none the wiser of a second shadow behind you.

If you ever witness his battle, though? Let's just say he might or might not show off. He knows he’s strong, and he knows you’ll be there to patch him up regardless of the outcome. It’s like a reward for him, and vaguely, it reminds him of those stories about a princess caring for an injured knight or prince.

Obviously, he’s neither a knight nor a prince. Those titles sound too pretentious, too noble for him. But he can admit to himself that he’s your protector in the dark.

Your very own villain.

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I NEED to be their source of comfort

I want a big man to lay on me. Not in a sexual way, but on my chest while I run my fingers through their hair.

And feel them relax because of it.

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baki: so, that’s my plan.

(y/n): are you alright with constructive criticism? i don’t want to sound mean.

baki: no, go ahead, i want to hear it.

(y/n): it fucking sucks.

baki: that’s not constructive criticism...

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Onsen Bathhouse ⛩️

Patreon link in bio ♡

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i’m so in love with him it’s not funny

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Me: "I'm reading One Punch Man manga for the engaging plot, the intentional and thinly veiled derision of the hero-villain dichotomy, the fast-paced action, wholesome comedy, and Murata's god-tier art style"

The engaging plot, the intentional and thinly veiled derision of the hero-villain dichotomy, the fast-paced action, wholesome comedy, and Murata's god-tier art style:

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it’ll buff out

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this mf with his slutty waist had me in a CHOKEHOLD in opm s2

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this is what happens when u wait too long to post. u draw exclusively bad shit

(sketch blog : @radianceofelectra )

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He just really loves his crew ♥️

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some of us were put on this earth to draw characters standing against a blank background 5000 times

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I really think they need to start teaching kids in schools that most blind people can see a little bit, most deaf people can hear a little bit, and most wheelchair users can walk a little bit. And they are still disabled.

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Sneaky.𖥔 ݁ ˖ᝰ.ᐟ Smut~

Pilot Kelson x Reader.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, oral sex (male receiver).

Pilot never thought you would be the touchy type... He doesn't complain tho.

An: God, I see little to no content about this puppy-eyed pretty boy and I'm SO tired of it, so I thought I would try to do something myself...English is not my first language tho, so sorry if anything seems kinda off, this is also my first time writing something of this kind so, with nothing more to say, enjoy! ;)

Pilot wasn't really a clingy guy, that didn't mean he didn't like to cuddle with you, it was just that he was lazy and wasn't that much of a physical person, it wasn't a big deal in your relationship.

Because you were the one who was physical.

And how could you not want to touch him? His skin felt so smooth underneath your fingertips!, his hair is fluffy and silky and he makes the cutest sounds when you massage his scalp, his eyes immediately go half lidded every single time you do.

He was a little taken aback at first, but he quickly became used to it, and then, he started to enjoy it, his lips curling on a dumb grin whenever you two are close enough and alone because that meant you would definitely try to get your hands on him.

Lately, those little touches of yours became more and more...teasing in nature.

He didn't notice it the first couple of times you did it because you were sneaky, subtly rubbing the skin on the side of his neck with your thumb when you passed an arm around his shoulders, the slight feel of your nails on his forearm, all those times you let your fingers run through his abdomen when you wrapped your arms around his waist, perhaps he was just too distracted to notice. Now that he was sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, joint in hand as he skimmed through the channels in the TV, he just discovered how thick the sexual tension between them was. It made him a little hot under the collar when he thought about it.

"Hey." Your voice called from the door as you entered your apartment, waking him up from the trance he was in, he almost didn't hear you enter.

"What you doing, babe?" You asked him, locking the door behind you as you propped yourself beside him on the couch.

"Nothing." Pilot replied, unfocused eyes blinking and darting to look at you. "Just watching TV..."

"Oh, I love this movie." You replied, your eyes glued into the screen, leaning a bit so your shoulder was resting against his own, your head tilting to rest there as well.

Pilot let his arm hang from the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against the top of your back.

He exhaled a little heavier at the feeling of your body warm against his own, some anticipation building inside him. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, feeling a tingle at the bottom of his spine at the thought of you touching him again.

You were a lot more observant than him and his reaction was the sign you needed to break the tension you had so carefully built this past weeks. Like throwing a match into a puddle of gasoline.

Slowly, your hand made its way to rest on his knee, your body shifting slightly to lean more into his own, a hum of contentment coming from your lips.

Pilot's gaze flicked to your hand on his knee for a second, the way your slender fingers curled against the bare skin and his arms moved to rest above your shoulder, pulling you further into his side. His eyes returned to the screen.

He was just so obviously excited.

Your fingers rubbed the skin of his knee. Today was your lucky day. He was wearing loose shorts, the thin fabric will make him feel your touch ten times stronger, it was also easier to remove.

Slowly, little by little, you tested his sensitivity, letting your fingertips graze him so delicately, like he was made of crystal. You made your way up his thigh.

His breath hitched on his throat when your fingers slid underneath the fabric, your thumb tracing circles on his inner thigh, so close, so damn close to his already half hard cock.

"What is it, Pilot?" You whispered in his ear, your lips barely touching the shell of his ear, your low voice turning him on even more than your try of being sneaky.

Pilot let out a giggle, his eyes closing briefly as that dumb grin you loved so much appeared on his face.

"You, baby. You." He replied, his voice a little raspy with the arousal pooling between his legs, the fact he had just been smoking pot making the heat in his body worse. "You're such a tease, baby."

"Oh, I am, right?" You replied, pulling your hand away from his inner thigh to place it above the growing bulge on his shorts. "Maybe you shouldn't let me."

A soft groan fell from his lips, his eyes growing glassy as his hips bucked into your hand, needing more friction.

You smirked, fully throwing the sneaky act out the window as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on the skin in that way you knew her liked it as you felt him through the fabric, teasing him.

"Mmh...please." Pilot hissed, his eyes half lidded as he leaned his head back, giving you more access to his neck, his hips bucking up more urgently. "I feel like I'm going to explode..."

"Please what, honey?" You teased him, receiving another groan as a response, you were playing him like a kite and he was loving it.

"Please, touch me...I need you."

And with that, you were on your knees, pulling his shorts and underwear to his ankles, licking your lips.

Pilot got himself comfortable on the couch, thighs spread wide for you to work on him, his arms resting on the back of the couch as he looked down on you with his puppy blue eyes, his pupils all dilated.

His hard cock stood proud in front of you, twitching lightly, the sight making your mouth water. You wrapped your hand around his base, pumping him up and down at a steady pace, smiling to yourself when his breath got heavier.

You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue flick against the pink bud, slowly licking your way down his base. Pilot choke up a gasp when you sucked at the skin a bit, his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.

When you finally took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked him, Pilot moaned quietly, brows arching as his lips parted, his breathing getting a little louder.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, one of your hands still stroking him while the other was squeezing one of his thighs, the velvety inner part of your cheeks surrounding his tip as you slowly started to bob your head up and down. Your drool dripping down your chin as your tongue worked on getting him as lubricated as possible.

"Fuuuuck." Pilot muttered, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, helping your movements to take him a little deeper, your mouth was so wet and warm, it made his stomach churn the best way, he couldn't help but let out low moans at how good it felt. "It feels so good, baby."

The loud sounds of slurping you were making only aroused him more and you sucked on him harder, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth as she time went by.

You could feel your own saliva coating your fingers as you stroked him a little faster, your fingers tightening around his shaft, delighting on the way he was groaning and chanting your name like it was the only thing he knew.

"Mmmhhh." Pilot mumbled, brows furrowing a little as his expression contorted with pleasure, his fingers tugging at your hair a little, you were giving him quite a show, he bit his lower lip, his thighs spreading even further. "Harder baby, I need you suck me harder."

You gagged a little when his hand pushed your head down slightly on him, making you take him a little deeper in your mouth, his expression was so pretty.

You sucked him harder, your eyes closing as your head bobbed faster, your lips tightening around his cock.

Pilot widened his eyes, rolling to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open, he was panting, the sweetest sounds falling from her lips.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes baby, just like that, shit!" Pilot whimpered, you could see his thighs tremble with the stimulation, his toes curling, meaning he was close.

You opened your eyes to look at him, pumping him faster, harder, to push him over the edge and have him cumming all over you, you wanted nothing more but see that pretty dumb fucked expression on his face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He cried out, his eyes shutting as his head fell back, his fingers tightening more into your hair as his hips bucked quickly into your mouth, his jaw going slack. "I'm...I'm...Cumming!"

He whined your name, his hips sloppily pushing his cock in and out of your mouth as his hands pulled your hair slightly, his thick, white seed filling your throat, his toes curling, his legs shaking.

His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, making him see stars as struggled to catch his breath, his hand letting go of your hair as his body got limp into the couch.

You pulled him out of your mouth with a wet pop!, swallowing his seed to breathe properly, the bitter taste wasn't so pleasing, but the sight made everything better.

Pilot was there, his body sprawled on the couch, his breathing was still heavy from the sensations, his whole body was tingling and it felt so good, his expression completely dumb, lost in the pleasure of his body.

You sat back there beside him, your hand grabbing his own, your fingers interlacing with his own. "You good?"

He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with nothing but affection as his fingers tightened around your own. "Never been better."