#ILY SMOOCHES

[eddiesghxst]

Nahnhanah eddie needs a freaking caining bro i need birdie to pummel him infront of everyone and i want him to beg for my forgiveness 😎

10/10 MY DEARST AS ALWAYSSSS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING worth the wait cant wait for part 7

Also i feel like im on here alot im also the girl that gave you the “hey strutter” cannon i was wondering if i could go by 🎸annon lots of love

OFC I WOULD NEVER FORGET U AND THE LEGENDARY HEY STRUTTER ASK THAT LITERALLY SENT ME TO PLUTO AND BACK

IM SO GLAD U LIKED THIS PART BESTIE🥹 YESS HE WILL BEG IN DUE TIME !!🤭

[askinkiskarma]

ok bestie gimme 5, 10 and 12 😘

omg bestieee xoxo

5. A character you hate?

Honestly, none haha, I like all of them, I feel like they all have their purpose to the story and bring something to it, although I will say I could do without Lyle saying OOH-RAH every 5 seconds (🇺🇸🦅 <- that's all i think about when i hear it ngl)

10. A popular opinion?

that Neteyam's the best, obviously! hahahaha

12. Favourite AU?

Your textposts, bestie! I eat that shit up, give me 384829 parts please. 🥰

[eagerbby]

So happy to see you on my dash again and that you are doing better 💖💖💖

thank you angel, I'm excited to be back and nearly ready to start posting fics again!

[meziniart]

@moist-car PAINTED MY JAYROY I'M CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP 😭😭 ououuwghh auuruegrghh ily ily

[jinstronaut]

💋💋💋, for @cordiallyfuturedwight (cr. namuspromised)

[fatuismooches]

The thing about Dottore and his segments having hands that warm up to help period cramps... They totally fight over who gets to do it first.

"You did it first last time! It's my turn!"

"Not a chance! We have a schedule!"

Meanwhile, Foxttore is already curled up and purring on your stomach.

The segment goes back to the lab all pouty.

"We gotta find a way to get rid of that thing."

Ever since you found out the segments could control the temperature of their hands, you had been abusing it whenever you could, but most importantly when your period had you in anguish. It was a very legitimate reason to bother the segments (thankfully, they knew how painful it could be. Zandik once underestimated it back in the Akademiya and he very much learned his lesson.)

Initially, the first segment to do it was only mildly interested, mostly as an excuse to spend time with you, but his mind quickly changed when you let out a sigh of relief at the large warmth covering your tummy. His fingers sink into your softness and gradually move up to your chest and shoulders if need be, the sensation rather addicting. Not to mention his whole body is radiating heat as well so you're curled up to him as closely as possible. And the praises that roll off your tongue as both your hands keep his heated one over your stomach. He might even share a stash of sweets with you.

Of course, this little haven doesn't exist solely for this segment for long, the others quickly catch onto it. It doesn't really help considering they can probably predict your period in advance. In the beginning, they fought over it before you assigned a schedule according to the numbers they were created with. Even still, it's not unusual for another segment to steal another's spot. You're too cozy and comfy to argue against it. You're not really sure why they're so into warming up your tummy but it feels good, so it's a win!

Unfortunately for the segments, their favored pastime has recently been stolen by the abomination of a creature you're in love with. They don't know how to beat the damn thing to it considering it's always around you. The number of times the segments have been turned away in favor of Foxttore kneading on your tummy and rubbing you with his soft, warm fur has become far too much for their liking. It's amusing at the very least, the idea of them becoming united for once over their hatred for the creature. The funnier part is that Foxttore knows exactly what he's doing.

Poor Dottore and his segments. They end up scooping you to their private rooms while other segments keep the creature at bay.

[iizuumi]

Did a fun little art trade with @bluevelvetea and got to draw NaruKaf for her ♥

[uhohdad]

Konig's gloves, boots, belt... Konig's teeth? :> Maybe not totally on theme but rawr biting kink stuff

(18+)

WARNING: ABUSE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

König’s Teeth displayed proudly behind a carnivorous, gut-wrenching grin, drooling over the prey that knows it’s in trouble. Sniveling and trembling under his unmatched strength, restrained by a brute hand and whining desperate, useless pleas.

König’s Teeth bump against yours as he forces you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head steady with a firm glove around the back of your neck, muffling your objections with his intrusive tongue and his low hums.

König’s Teeth draw blood when they pierce through your neck, his eyes lulling at your intoxicating taste. His tongue follows en suite, lapping up his mess, soothing and slobbering over your abused flesh.

König’s Teeth pull a desperate wail from you as they sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his own with bruises in the shape of his unique bite. Any man that undresses you in the coming weeks will know who you belong to, will know you’re used goods, will know König got to ruin you first.

König’s Teeth catch his lower lip as he bites back a moan, slipping into a cunt he hasn’t broken in yet, so tight and warm around his thick cock. He can’t hold himself back, bullying his way into you despite your cries and pleads. He likes the way you clench around him when you try and fight him off, so laughably weak. He doesn’t know why you even bother.

✧₊⁺ König’s Belt ✧₊⁺ König’s Gloves ✧₊⁺ König’s Boots

[ak1rahamada]

Small Hands

I said I would draw this so here it is :]

I must kith.

@htsan

@fudgelling-away

[kitteecassee]

lady in the store yesterday called me beautiful and this is my face right after god i love womEN

[alienaiver]

Hello Love, I would love to request a reader with IBS with Bakugo crushing on them

hi my love !!! i hope you'll enjoy this, thank you for sending in a request! <3

warnings: none, fluff + sfw wordcount: 1.3k notes: kept the specific IBS triggers as vague as possible. we all know bakugous a big fan of organizing and planning. impressing you is no less meticulous than his entire career plan. timeskip, semi-early prohero bakugou under best jeanist's agency!

Bakugou prides himself in his cooking, always has. So when Best Jeanist gave him his own department in the agency with various heroes, sidekicks and support under him, he decided he’d build up trust in various ways.

One of them was to cook for his colleagues weekly, gathering them for lunch in the open office at the center of his department floor, only asking them all to provide their own drinks.

It’s popular immediately, everyone gushing over the homemade food by a rising hero like Dynamight. He takes the praise in stride and it motivates him to surpass his own dishes every week. There’s only one issue.

You don’t eat any of it.

It’s not like you choose to be anti-social when this particular lunch break rolls around. You just always bring your own bento box, even if he keeps insisting it’s all free and that he always makes more than needed so that no one needs to hold back.

He makes a variety of dishes; Asian, European, even American styled foods, and whenever he goes directly to your seat to personally present the dishes, you just give him this wide smile that turns his knees into jelly before you say, “that’s so kind of you, Bakugou! Thank you.” before you stab your chopsticks into your own lunch.

It ticks him off, but mostly, it makes him deflate. Of course Bakugou’s not cooking for eight people once a week only to impress you, but it had been part of his 12-step plan to make you fall in love with him. Though he won’t ever admit that he has specific steps set in motion.

First was to get noticed by you in the agency as a whole. Then, to be promoted by Best Jeanist from newly hired sidekick to established hero, and third's to get his own secretary – which you became, because you got along so well by the water cooler. After that was to get this department. A minor step in the right direction was also to get you a new desk that had more space for your trinkets.

His current step, the food, seems to be his Achilles heel. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that you’d have the audacity to be uninterested. You’ve gotten along so well for years now, it’s strange that you don’t even want to taste. He can’t find it in himself to see it as rude, because as earlier established, you dutifully show up and socialize.

He’s in his office, boots on the desk as he contemplates his next move. His food was supposed to have given him an in into your life outside of work, inviting you home to teach you a few cooking tricks, have a nice wine and fluid conversations that’d make you laugh and weak in the knees.

And yet, here he is, dateless.

For a few weeks now he’s been taken peeks at your lunches whenever he passes your desk, but it’s not like anything specific glares at him, like a heavy gluten allergy or lactose intolerance. There’s dairy some days, he’s seen peanuts in your bento, too – and meat. Your diet really doesn’t exude vegetarianism or like you have any other food restrictions. Before weekends, he’s seen you taste the cakes that Himiko, the support secretary, brings with her. But you declined the baked goods he was given once from a rescue mission on a Tuesday. They were both the same type of cake.

Are you just incredibly picky?

He shakes his head and hides his pout in the collar of his suit; he needs to go on patrol soon. He doesn’t have time to think about this all day.

//

A few more grueling weeks of grumbling and groaning over how to make you eat his food, he notices a pattern in your lunches that’s taken him a while to put together. Certain items are never in the bento, like eggs or pineapples.

The other night he ate out with his parents, and his mother loudly talked about her colleague’s stomach issues, not caring that everyone in the restaurant was turning their heads to the conversation; Masaru kept trying to douse her noise level. Not only was the topic sort of awkward when everyone around you is eating (though husband and son were no strangers to such subjects during dinner at the Bakugou household), it’d be a bother if a patron recognized Bakugou.

Of course, Mitsuki paid no heed to anyone else but her family at their table, and explained about the condition she’d just learned about. About certain food triggering reactions even if no official allergy was involved; luckily, the healthcare provided by Mitsuki and Masaru’s company covered some very expensive allergy tests, and she’d then told Mitsuki that she had been diagnosed with IBS.

After being dropped off at his own apartment, he’d sat by his computer and googled IBS, which he learned stands for irritable bowel syndrome. He sucked up all knowledge available on the internet, scientific papers and healthcare provider’s talk about certain diets, testimonials from affected people and watched tons of videos from influencers creating awareness on TikTok. If the bags under his eyes were visible at work the day after, no one commented on it.

//

Now his heartbeat’s through the roof as he puts out the food like usual on the center table, everyone gathering and complimenting him on the smell. His hands are sweaty; more so than normal. He keeps wiping them off on his pants, swallowing excess saliva. In the thermal bag, at the bottom, is a dish specifically made with you in mind. He wonders if you’ll hate it.

You walk in next to Himiko, laughing about a joke she made. You part when you go directly for a seat and Himiko comes up to the make-shift buffet, patting his back in praise.

While everyone is busy filling their plates, Bakugou grabs the last bento box and goes straight to you. He puts it on top of the bento you’re just about to open, “here.”

You freeze for a second, eyes locked on the box. Then you smile up at Bakugou, “that’s so sweet Bakugou, but I brought my own food.”

He almost rolls his eyes before he squats down to lean his arms and head on the table and look up at your eyes. Gently, he says, “it should be safe.”

He hopes his voice doesn't sound as raw as it feels.

The comment takes you back as your eyes are locked onto his. He searches them, drowning in the richness of the color. It’s like he’s at the deep-end of the pool, entranced by a spell, only able to keep himself floating. You raise your brow, “safe?”

He turns away from you with a pout, “I often put pineapple in my curry. And eggs in my bibimbap. This is curry without all the things I’ve noticed you avoid.”

Your eyes travel between the lunch and him, comically back and forth like a cartoon character. “That you’ve noticed I avoid?”

Bakugou blushes; shit. He’d really hoped you wouldn’t catch on to that part. He hides his face in the arms that’s resting on the table edge. “Yeah,” he mutters out, muffled by his hidden face. The silence stretches out, and he’s holding his breath.

After what feels like entirely too long, you let out a small laugh and he hears the lid clicking open. You inhale deeply, and let out a satisfied sigh, “this looks delicious, Bakugou. Did you make it all for me?”

He lifts his head, his eyes still locked to the side. His ears are burning, “mhm,” he nods. You almost coo at him, as you pick up your chopsticks, “this is very kind of you.”

Neither of you notices your colleagues standing around you, various expressions of awe and admiration. You’ve both been the office gossip for some months now.

Bakugou looks at you as soon as you’ve taken the first bite, determined to see your reaction through his embarrassment. Through your chewing you can’t help but smile, stars emerging glittering and shimmering in your eyes as you reach a hand to your cheek, “Bakugou, this is amazing!” you say, taking another mouthful as fast as possible. He loves the way his name sounds when it comes out from your lips; you use it so often it makes him dizzy.

“Can you teach me how to make this? Please?”

Step six completed.

He smirks, “sure. It’s a date.”

check out if my requests are open here ✨

[samijey]

Kevin Owens apologizes to the fans in Texas by putting himself through a table [x]

[gepazu]

“well aren't you the prettiest thing the sun's ever seen.”

cael turns his head — almost comically so.

rivets of soft intrigue holding the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he lets out a gentle laugh, ribbons of silver sparkling in the sunlight, contouring his face so delicately it makes your heart stop.

“why thank you, my dear.” he moves to slip his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “but.. i must say; you are more refined than any star i've ever come across.”

for a moment, his touch burns; and you're further drawn into it, like a moth to the flame. “how charming, my sun.”

his fingers glide down to your chin, turning your head a bit to his left — eyes flickering to yours in amusement. “my sun? how darling can you be, hm?” a sigh runs and falls from your lips at his words, cupping his hand in yours as you lean in and let the sun kiss you softly.

“as much as you need me to be.”

✩ love notes — thank u nics ( @.thenyxsky ) for proofreading 'n giving the go sign for posting !! love u pookie <33 <3

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ⓒ GEPAZU 2023 — 2024.

[iloveacronix]

WE DID ITTT WE REACHED 200+ YAYYYY

PLEASE INVADE MY ASKBOX WITH ART REQUESTS OR QUESTIONS YALL EARNED IT

[spread-the-influence]

“I NEVER THOUGHT ID BE THIS HAPPY TO SEE YOUR STUPID STRESSED OUT FACE AGAIN- neither did I think I’d say that. Anyway, Long time no see, dollface. It’s been a long time since ya saw me, hasn’t it? Look, in all seriousness, I can’t do anything right now. If I try to do anything to stop this… this.. thing.. I don’t think I’d last very long. Please just stay as safe as possible and don’t let yourself die to that stupid virus.” =(

"Uh... huh, yeah..." Her eyes blinked slowly, as if she couldn't fully process half of the words they're saying. "I'll... make sure to do that..." They sound so familiar...

[xayspancakeee]

snowey baby came homeee

weee~

just in time for his bday. kekeke, shall save this memory for his actual bday. (´｡• ◡ •｡`)

to all the other girlies, wishing you get baby home in for his special day if you still have yet to! ✧₊⁺